Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

As dawn broke and the sky gradually brightened, the first light of day appeared.

The arena became lively.

Lu Ningxiang's swordsmanship was superb. She won 27 consecutive matches in ten days, but was finally defeated by a swordsman from Nanchunhe Prefecture.

Fan Yuming, as the next person to fight, persisted for six days, but his popularity was not as high.

All eyes were drawn to the swordsman from Zhongzhou. On the arena, a swordsman at the Knowledge Realm had appeared!
"A cultivator under a hundred years old who has reached the Knowledge Realm is extremely rare. Could Zhongzhou be the champion again this time?"

“In the previous Five States Tournament, the Central State Arena lasted a total of eighty-nine days. Now, the Five States Tournament is not even halfway over, and the Central State has already sent out a cultivator at the Knowledge Realm. They probably want to make everyone back down.”

"Unless a cultivator at the Knowledge Realm steps up to challenge us, there is absolutely no hope of winning."

"It seems that no one will be going to the arena in Zhongzhou these next few days."

"Isn't it said that Young Master Fu Ying of Hezhou is at the half-step Knowledge Realm? Is it possible for him to step onto the arena and challenge the sword?"

“It’s unlikely.” The man shook his head and analyzed, “Although Hezhou has not sent Young Master Fuying to the arena yet, who knows? Young Master Fuying’s swordsmanship is no worse than that of a pure swordsman.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a reckless young man leaped onto the ring.

"Mu Lianqian, a rogue cultivator, humbly requests your guidance, senior!"

This person appears to be a young man of average appearance, but is actually over sixty years old and is a cultivator at the ninth level of the cultivation realm. I would like to learn about the difference between the ninth level and the knowledge realm.

Ning Fusang turned his gaze to the arena in Zhongzhou.

After the two exchanged greetings, the cultivator named Mu Lianqian took the initiative and made the first move.

A vast amount of spiritual energy surged forth, compressing space to the point of near deformation! The towering golden-armored deity rose from the ground, wielding an axe, and slashed at the swordsman from the Central Plains.

Mu Lianqian unleashed his most powerful move as soon as he arrived, eliciting gasps of surprise from the crowd.

But the swordsman from Zhongzhou simply smiled and ordered, "Go."

The flying sword multiplied from one to nine, slashing towards the golden-armored giant created by the secret technique.

Click.

Countless golden armors shattered instantly, and golden light danced in the sky. Mu Lianqian, breathing heavily, had a flying sword pointed at his throat and managed to say with difficulty, "I lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword vanished into nothingness.

Li Jinzhen, who was watching the battle, had a slight change in his eyes.

Is this the strength of a sword cultivator at the Realm of Knowledge? If she were to unleash the innate divine power of the Star Harmony Sword, would she have a fighting chance?
Ning Fusang stared at the swordsman's flying sword, her thoughts drifting. Some high-grade spiritual swords can develop innate divine abilities; would the Su'a sword possess such an ability?

She did not refine Su A into her natal flying sword, so there was always a barrier between her and the flying sword.

Ning Fusang already possesses three treasured swords: Yuzang, Su'a, and Longgu. Yuzang is the key to the secret treasure of the merfolk, and Su'a is the treasured sword of the Nanxing Sword Sect. Only Longgu, which she obtained by chance, seems more suitable to be refined into her natal flying sword.

However, the Dragon Bone Sword has a flaw: once the dragon soul completely dissipates, it will not regenerate a sword spirit.

But that doesn't matter, as long as her sword control skills are exquisite enough, she can also achieve the state of oneness with the sword.

Ning Fusang regained his composure and looked towards the Five Directions Arena.

Yang Chizhou's opponent is a sword cultivator at the ninth level of the realm. He has already won thirteen consecutive matches and still has energy to spare, but he is the last person to defend the title.

It's true that the swordsmanship of Chizhou is declining.

There are still two people left in Dongyao Mingzhou, and with this knowledgeable swordsman in Zhongzhou, they can hold out for at least half a month. The ten swordsmen in Hezhou all come from different sects, making it difficult to find a way to counter their sword techniques.

On the Nanxing Sword Sect's side, the one guarding the arena is Chi Leng, the eldest disciple of Yuanling Zhenren and also He Jiaxiu's senior brother.

She stood in front of the railing, her gaze fixed on Yu Lingzhou's ring.

Chi Leng drew his sword with the speed and ferocity of the wind. The light of the flying sword flashed like a meteor, its cold gleam aimed directly at his opponent's brow.

The opponent countered each move, exchanging hundreds of blows. As dusk gradually appeared on the horizon, this duel finally came to a conclusion.

Chi Leng lived up to expectations and won the game. Later that evening, during rest time, there was a knock on Ning Fusang's door.

Silkworm Spirit curiously looked towards the door.

At this point, who would come looking for Fusang? Isn't there a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door?

Ning Fusang got up and opened the door. Standing outside was a girl in a moon-white robe, with almond-shaped eyes and a round face, her features bright and clear. She was an inner disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect who had accompanied them.

She doesn't remember ever having any interaction with the other person.

The girl organized her thoughts: "Senior Sister Ning, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Someone asked me to deliver a letter to you."

The round-faced girl took out a silver-red letter with gold lettering from her sleeve. As if afraid that Ning Fusang would not accept it, she quickly stuffed it into Ning Fusang's hand and hurriedly went downstairs.

Ning Fusang lowered her head and opened the envelope. There was only a short line of text on it, and at the end was a name she knew well—Qing Chen.

Qing Chen, a female cultivator from the Miaoyin Sect, wants to see her.

Ning Fusang chuckled and casually burned the letter.

The silkworm spirit asked her, "Who is Qingchen? Fusang, are you going to the banquet?"

Snapped.

She closed the door behind her.

Ning Fusang has set up a barrier outside this time, and his meaning is very clear: he is not going.

She sat cross-legged, fed Su'ajian and Jianxintu several hundred spirit stones, then took out the Dragon Bone Sword and began to refine it in peace.

The stars shifted and the constellations turned, the moon set in the west. Day and night alternated, and several days passed in the blink of an eye.

When Ning Fusang left after refining half of the Dragon Bone Sword, the Five Continents Tournament was already in its second half.

Yang Tiaozhi was defeated by the cultivator from the Zhijing realm in Hezhou, and Li Jinzhen took his place on the arena.

Qingzhi nudged the young man, looking even more excited than him: "Young master, it's the near-true fairy from Lingzhou defending the arena, you must go quickly!"

She gazed at the woman in the moon-white dress, her eyes filled with envy. Such a young ninth-level sword cultivator, truly remarkable.

She possesses both beauty and strength, like the bright moon, high above and untouchable.

If the Lingzhi clan could possess the same strength as this near-true fairy, they wouldn't be so easily slaughtered.

The young man handed over the spirit stones, then simply and unpretentiously stepped onto the arena using the stone steps. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Chen Zhi, a rogue cultivator. I humbly request guidance from Fairy Li."

On the seventeenth floor of Feixue Tower, the girl in purple frowned, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Has Chen Zhi gone mad? He went to challenge Li Jinzhen?"

"Doesn't he know that Li Jinzhen is at the ninth level of the cultivation realm?"

Ruan Qingqing is the only daughter of an elder of the Ziyang Sect and has some connection with Chen Zhi. Otherwise, the Ziyang Pavilion would not have allowed him to incur such a large debt back then.

The junior sister beside him speculated, "Young Master Chen might just want to spar with the near-True Fairy?" After all, aside from the Five Continents Tournament, there aren't many opportunities on ordinary days.

Although Ruan Qingqing thought her junior sister's words made sense, she still pursed her lips and was not optimistic about Chen Zhi at all. "He is only at the seventh level of the cultivation realm. He will only get beaten up if he goes to the arena. Why bother? After the fight, he probably won't even be able to afford medicine for his injuries."

"The Ziyang Sect has tried to recruit him many times. If he knew what was good for him, why would he have ended up in such a predicament? Although the Ziyang Sect is not a major sect, it would not lack cultivation resources for one of its disciples. Chen Zhi is just a blockhead. He has a perfectly good path to take but insists on being a rogue cultivator."

The junior sister remained silent for a moment.

indeed.

Young Master Chen still owes the Ziyang Sect 170,000 spirit stones.

If he joined the Ziyang Sect, the elders could easily wipe out this amount of spirit stones for him. With the resources of the Ziyang Sect, it's not impossible for Young Hero Chen to have broken through to the eighth level.

(End of this chapter)