Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The woman picked up a teleportation talisman, her lips trembling as she chanted an incantation. The talisman's light flickered slightly, and a look of joy appeared in her eyes before she vanished from the spot.

The longsword missed its mark. The woman in black frowned almost imperceptibly, then stepped on the leaves and gave chase.

In the hot spring, the man stood up, his fingers slightly hooked, and the clothes draped on the stone flew into his hand. The red clothes were gorgeous, and the man was exceptionally handsome.

Ning Fusang walked through the woods. Suddenly, a few petals fell from the white flowers on the branches. She waved her hand, summoned the Su'a Sword, and turned to stab it.

Clang!
The two swords clashed, sparking countless bursts of fire.

The man narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, his tone light and cheerful: "It's you?"

In Ning Fusang's cool, peach-blossom eyes, a magnificent longsword, as beautiful as phoenix feathers, was reflected. Following the blade, she turned her head to look and saw a man with cascading black hair and a handsome face; they had indeed met once before.

It was the beautiful monk that Huanxitian wanted to capture.

Once his hair grew out, he became an unparalleled and noble young master.

Ning Fusang, holding the Su'a sword, sensed the man's unfathomable cultivation level. After a moment's thought, she understood the whole story.

He suppressed his cultivation level when he was in Yuling Prefecture.

Now his true strength is revealed.

Although somewhat tricky, it wasn't insurmountable. Ning Fusang swung her longsword, while Su'a's sword, its light like a white rainbow, pressed towards the man.

"You've reached the eighth level in just three or four years. You have such talent, young lady."

The man's tone was casual, but his swordplay was fierce. Ning Fusang dodged to the side, a strand of her hair falling to the ground, and a murderous intent surged behind her.

Zheng!
Ning Fusang intercepted a flying sword that suddenly appeared, her arm going numb from the impact. She looked up at the woman in black wearing a black veil hat, her eyes slightly sharp.

In the blink of an eye, after exchanging several blows, Ning Fusang showed signs of being defeated, as his opponent was at the peak of the Ninth Realm!

The man in red watched from the sidelines, showing no intention of intervening. He carefully observed Ning Fusang's sword techniques and a slight smile played on his lips.

That does make some sense.

Ning Fusang had no time to pay attention to the man. Her mind raced as she hesitated whether to break the seal and kill the woman.

but--

The thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before she suppressed it. Even for a ninth-level cultivator, killing an eighth-level cultivator wasn't so easy.

The earth shook violently, and countless cave dwellings of independent cultivators collapsed.

"What happened?"

Are there experts fighting?

"There are martial arts arenas in the city, why come to Cuiping Mountain to fight! I was so scared that my hand shook and I drew the runes wrong."

"This commotion seems even more exciting than the arena at the Five Continents Tournament. Could it be a cultivator at the ninth level of the cultivation realm?"

The scattered cultivators rushed out of their caves to investigate. To their surprise, they saw sword light blazing in the southeast, its power reaching the heavens, and one mountain peak after another being leveled.

Two figures dressed in snow-white cassocks stopped. Wuchen tugged at his senior brother's sleeve, "Senior brother, there's a fight going on up ahead."

Kong Sheng looked up and said softly, "Wait for me here. I'll be right back."

That was Master Ning's sword energy.

Kong Sheng shook his head helplessly. He hadn't expected that he and Wu Chen would encounter her fighting with someone as soon as they arrived in Zhongzhou City.

Wuchen nodded, but the next moment, Kongsheng stopped in his tracks, seemingly no longer intending to go over.

"Senior Brother, why aren't you going over there?" Wuchen asked casually.

Kong Sheng said calmly, "An elder from the Southern Star Sword Sect went there."

"Come on, let's go into the city."

Wuchen said "Oh" and followed Kongsheng toward Zhongzhou City.

Southeast direction.

A flying sword shot straight out, knocking the sword from the black-clad woman's hand, which then crashed into the hot spring. A man, dressed in a thin spring robe, with a refined and elegant appearance, strolled over.

Ning Fusang sheathed his sword and bowed respectfully: "Elder Ji."

Ji Qingyuan nodded slightly to her, then turned to look at the man in red. "How dare Young Master Fu Ying casually lay a hand on someone from my Southern Star Sword Sect?"

Young Master Fu Ying?
Ning Fusang's eyelashes trembled slightly as she followed Ji Qingyuan's gaze and looked at Feng Fuying.

Is this the young master Fu Ying from Nanchun and Hezhou? He looks respectable, but he's mentally ill.

Feng Fuying smiled and said, "So you are from the Southern Star Sword Sect. My apologies for my disrespect."

He said he was being disrespectful, but Ning Fusang saw that he didn't mean it at all.

Ji Qingyuan snorted coldly and left with Ning Fusang.

The woman in black spoke in a cold, emotionless voice: "Young master, should I kill her?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Feng Fuying's eyes: "No need, we will meet again on the arena of the Five Continents Tournament."

At the foot of the mountain.

Ning Fusang followed behind Ji Qingyuan.

"How did you end up running into Young Master Fu Ying?" Ji Qingyuan asked casually.

Ning Fusang knew that she had left the city and gotten into a fight. As an elder of the sect, he was bound to ask her a few questions, so he told her the whole story.

Moreover, those female cultivators all had impressive backgrounds, yet they died mysteriously at Cuiping Mountain. She just happened to be out of the city at this time and was still at the scene, so she was bound to get involved.

Reporting the whole story truthfully will save you from some unnecessary trouble.

Ji Qingyuan sighed, "This Five States Conference is going to be quite a spectacle."

"However, this matter has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to worry. Just focus on preparing for the arena."

Ning Fusang wanted to say that she wasn't worried, but in the end she only replied, "Yes."

What does it have to do with Yuling Prefecture if Yangchi Prefecture and Tongchun Prefecture are arguing?

After this incident, Ning Fusang went back to her room to cultivate in seclusion. When she emerged from seclusion again, she had already broken through to the mid-stage of the eighth realm.

The upgraded telescope was personally delivered to her by Chu Ze.

Chu Ze gave her the remaining spirit stones, leaving not half of them hidden away.

Inside a private room of the restaurant.

Seeing that Chu Ze seemed hesitant to speak, Ning Fusang asked, "Is there anything else?"

Chu Ze rubbed his hands together and chuckled awkwardly, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask, was the fight at Cuiping Mountain a month ago really between you and Young Master Fu Ying?"

It is said that Young Master Fu Ying has already reached the threshold of the Knowledge Realm. If Fellow Daoist Ning can fight with him, then he must also be at the peak of the Ninth Realm.
Heaven knows, Chu Ze had never been so close to a ninth-level expert before.

Fellow Daoist Ning was the person with the highest cultivation level among all the people he knew.

“I didn’t exchange more than a few blows with Feng Fuying; it was his guard who drew his sword that day,” she stated.

Chu Ze then asked gossipily, "Then how were things settled after the deaths of Wei Liu, the daughter of the Qingyue Sect's leader and a disciple of the Daofu Sect's True Person, who was killed by Young Master Fu Ying? Did the Qingyue Sect and the Daofu Sect not cause trouble for Young Master Fu Ying? Or has Nan Chunhe Prefecture become so powerful that..."

"To be precise, the one who committed the murder was the guards who accompanied Prince Fuying."

Ning Fusang was in seclusion at the time and didn't know much about it, but she did hear some rumors: "The sect leaders of Qingyue Sect and Daofu Sect met with the Palace Master of Fengling Palace, and after returning, they didn't mention the matter again."

"Perhaps the Phoenix Feather Palace offered huge benefits, forcing the two sect leaders to back down."

Chu Ze muttered to himself, "The immortal sects are really ruthless."

Such a blood feud cannot be let go so easily.

(End of this chapter)