Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

After Ning Fusang and Kong Sheng parted ways, Wuchen found him and looked around. "Senior Brother, what did you just see? I almost lost you in the blink of an eye."

Kong Sheng said gently, "The goods have been delivered, let's go."

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to the Palace Master of Phoenix Feather Palace?" Wuchen scratched his head, looking completely confused.

Senior Brother is not like that; he's a person who doesn't know manners.

"I have already bid farewell to the Palace Master."

"Huh? When did this happen? How come I didn't know..." Wuchen muttered to himself.

He tugged at Kong Sheng's sleeve: "Senior Brother, Zhongzhou City is so lively, shouldn't we stay a couple more days?"

Kong Sheng shook his head.

Wuchen had no choice but to follow him reluctantly, heading towards the city gate.

At the entrance of the silk shop.

Tu Yun curiously followed Liu Nan'an's gaze. What was so interesting about two monks that Brother Nan'an had been looking at them for so long?

The most common sight in Yangchi Prefecture is monks.

Liu Nan'an's heart did not beat, but a deep sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

Who is that little monk?

So young, yet already possessing so much merit.

The Buddha's light is truly restrained against the ghost cultivator!
He hates monks the most.

Liu Nan'an gathered his thoughts and turned to Tu Yun, asking, "Yun-mei, are you still going shopping?"

Seeing that he had been looking uneasy since the beginning, Tu Yun said considerately, "Brother Nan'an, let's go back to the inn."

the other side.

When Ning Fusang returned to Feixue Tower, Yang Ruo was about to get up and offer her a seat, but she smiled and said, "Senior Brother Yang Ruo, please sit down. I'll just stand and watch for a while."

From this vantage point, the view is much wider.

Not long after she left, Lu Ningxiang and Qing Chen had already decided their match, and a new person appeared on the stage – a Buddhist cultivator from Yangchi Prefecture.

The monk in the snow-white robe stood behind a towering, ethereal figure, hundreds of feet tall, exuding a majestic aura and radiating immense Buddhist light. His palms thrust horizontally with an aura of earth-shattering force.

Lu Ningxiang's expression was cold. She swung her long sword, and a sword light as wide as a river, like a snow-white flying blade, pierced through and crashed hard into the barrier.

The transparent barrier trembled slightly.

The golden Buddha statue had a huge gash in its waist and abdomen.

Countless sword energies burst forth, leaving the golden Buddha statue riddled with holes. The long-browed monk's expression changed slightly. He flicked his prayer beads, raised his hand, and tossed a Bodhi seed containing immense energy towards Lu Ningxiang!
clang!
The flying sword emitted a crisp, resonant sound that lingered for a long time.

Lu Ningxiang's palms went numb, and she almost dropped her sword. Her eyes sharpened, and she wielded the sword like the wind, attacking the long-browed monk.

A strong sense of danger washed over him. The long-browed monk waved his hands, conjuring a golden shield, but the sword took an unexpected turn, and the crisscrossing sword energy grazed the back of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged over a hundred blows, their fist shadows and sword energy filling the small arena, creating a fierce and chaotic spectacle.

The fierce battle on the ring made many people yawn, until a loud "bang" was heard.

The sound of a heavy object falling off the arena rang out. The disciples of the immortal sect on the Flying Snow Pavilion looked down and, after the dust settled, the figure of the long-browed monk was revealed.

A huge deep pit was smashed into the ground.

Many people held their breath, thinking to themselves, "Fairy Lu's methods are truly brutal."

By the time the match ended, it was already dark, and the arena battles were temporarily suspended for the day.

After finishing his meal at the restaurant next door, Ning Fusang returned to his room and began refining his spiritual energy.

Although cultivators abstain from grains, they can still nourish their bodies with spiritual food, so there's no need to avoid it. Moreover, many body-tempering techniques require the assistance of spiritual food. Ning Fusang closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and focused her energy. Within her perception range, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was exceptionally active. With a little guidance, it entered her body, circulated through her meridians for a full cycle, and gathered in her dantian.

Silkworm Spirit felt a light drizzle falling from above. In the lake, countless circles spread out, and ripples spread out layer by layer.

If he continues to cultivate at this rate, Fusang should be able to break through to the peak of the eighth level soon, right?

The silkworm spirit absorbed a mouthful of spiritual energy and rolled around contentedly.

So much spiritual energy.

It makes me happy just looking at it.

The silkworm spirit drifted around, traveling through her meridians to Ning Fusang's arm. Just as it was about to crawl out of her palm to breathe in the fresh air outside, it entered a strange world.

A slender, flexible short sword hovered in the air.

An elegant and imposing dragon bone sword, along with a black dragon, gave the silkworm spirit an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The sword energy was like the wind, drifting endlessly, and countless tiny wounds immediately appeared all over the silkworm spirit's body.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

With a dizzying spin, the silkworm spirit was thrown out of the Sword Heart Diagram and landed on the ground.

It asked in a trembling voice, "What...what was that just now?"

"So Qian Yuan has been living there all along?"

Despite the excruciating pain, the silkworm spirit was still haunted by the scene it had just witnessed.

Ning Fusang opened her eyes, cast a small spell, and the silkworm spirit felt herself being lifted by a gentle breeze and placed on the table.

Ning Fusang got out of bed, walked to the table and sat down. He crushed a pill, sprinkled the powder on the silkworm spirit, and said calmly, "Sword Heart Diagram Talisman."

"A talisman?" The silkworm spirit's eyes widened. "Such a magical talisman exists in the world? But I have a feeling... it gives me a very familiar feeling—hiss!"

Ning Fusang released her grip, her gaze turning colder, even her voice devoid of warmth, "Have you seen the Sword Heart Diagram talisman?"

She took this from the secret chamber of the Hall of Longevity. How could the Silkworm Spirit have seen it before? Could it be that the Hall of Longevity has existed since the last era?
The secrets of the Sword Heart Diagram are too profound; Ning Fusang has not yet fully grasped its functions. Besides its ability to store precious swords, sealing cultivation levels is something she studied for a long time before figuring it out.

Silkworm Spirit whispered, "They already said it was just my imagination. They definitely haven't seen it before!"

"There are countless talismans in the world, and it is possible for them to have similarities."

The silkworm spirit, covered in powder, wriggled on the table, leaving shallow marks. It flipped into the fruit plate, took a bite of the spirit fruit, and squinted its eyes in enjoyment.

So sweet.

Although spiritual energy can fill your stomach, nothing tastes as good as fruit!

It comes from fruit, so the purpose of eating the pulp is to eat it!

Ning Fusang thought the silkworm spirit knew something, but her hopes were dashed, and she lost all interest in continuing her cultivation.

If you can't calm your mind, even if you refine spiritual energy, it's a waste.

The silkworm spirit had pill powder and bloodstains on its body, which disgusted Ning Fusang. Instead of letting it return to its dantian, she went to a shop and picked out a white jade pendant for the silkworm spirit to stay in temporarily.

Anyway, she doesn't lack money now.

The white jade pendant she bought was a mid-level magic item. Its space wasn't very large, but for the silkworm spirit, it was quite spacious.

The white jade undergoes a special treatment so that the outside scenery can be seen from the inside, while from the outside it appears as just a warm, lustrous white jade color.

The silkworm spirit popped open the jade pendant's stopper and ran out. After eating and drinking its fill, it lay down in the flower stamen by the window, absorbing the purple energy to cultivate.

Although it has cultivated for so many years without making any progress, the silkworm spirit firmly believes that if it continues to cultivate, a qualitative change will eventually occur!
Ning Fusang, however, steadfastly practiced the "Thirty-Six Secret Words." She didn't know if her fate had changed, but she could recite the thirty-six words fluently.

(End of this chapter)