Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

In the arena.

Li Jinzhen looked at the young man and suppressed his cultivation by two levels.

Holding the Hexing Sword, she raised it to block, and the two swords clashed. Chen Zhifei quickly created distance and then delivered several more sword strikes.

A hint of seriousness crept into Li Jinzhen's eyes. The young man possessed a wealth of combat experience; each of his sword strikes was unpredictable and incomparably sharp.

Chen Zhi's swordsmanship was honed in dangerous situations and life-or-death crises, making it unmatched by most cultivators of the same level.

Layer upon layer of sword energy sealed off the space around Li Jinzhen. The countless sword energies were as solid as knives; if one were to touch them with their own flesh, they would surely be torn to pieces.

But Li Jinzhen had trained her body and learned swordsmanship since childhood, so this injury was nothing to her.

She broke the sword's edge, twirled it, and the cold gleam of the Star Sword reflected into Chen Zhi's eyes.

A strong sense of crisis caused Chen Zhi's muscles to react instinctively, drawing his sword to parry. With a crisp "clang," the blade of the longsword trembled like ripples on water.

Chen Zhi barely managed to steady himself at the edge of the arena. He touched the ground with his toes, leaped forward, and slashed down with his sword. The sword light resembled a white dragon, swooping out.

Li Jinzhen slightly raised his eyes, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. Chen Zhi's heart pounded wildly. He countered with his sword, but was pressed back to the ground by the powerful force.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, quickly scrambled to his feet, bracing himself against his sword, and blocked Li Jinzhen's next strike. A surge of energy suddenly erupted, spreading outwards from Chen Zhi as the center.

Qingzhi nervously clenched her fists, only to see the smoke and dust dissipate, revealing the young man who had caught the attack and grinning.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Li Jinzhen's eyes, but his sword strike was swift and decisive, the sword energy crashing towards the young man with overwhelming force.

clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and the entire space shook violently.

Waves of air surged higher and higher, like a raging sea, and Chen Zhi's figure was like a lone boat on the ocean, which could be destroyed at any moment.

He knelt on one knee, his longsword pressed lower and lower until the tip touched the ground. He relaxed all his strength and was drenched in sweat.

The outcome has been decided.

Qingzhi was waiting by the arena. After the young man came down, she quickly helped him up and asked, "Young master, are you alright?"

Chen Zhi shook his head, turned back to look at the arena, then looked away and said cheerfully, "It's alright. This battle was very enjoyable and exhilarating."

"However, Fairy Li is already one of the top experts among the disciples of the Southern Star Sword Sect, but she is not the last one to defend the title. I suppose the next defender will have some other outstanding qualities."

Chen Zhi smiled and took Qingzhi's handkerchief, wiping his sweat.

My spiritual energy was depleted, leaving me with a sense of emptiness, yet also a feeling of comfort.

Qingzhi wasn't interested in the person defending the title. She asked Chen Zhi, "Would you like to go back to the inn to rest first, young master?"

Chen Zhi really just wanted to lie down. He felt his arms were sore and swollen, almost like they didn't belong to him anymore, so he replied, "Alright, let's go back to the inn."

A cultivator brushed past the two, went to hand over spirit stones, and asked Li Jinzhen for a sword consultation.

Surprisingly, quite a few people challenged Li Jinzhen, with varying levels of skill and even some at different realms.

A disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect scoffed, "A bunch of vulgar people, they clearly just want to share the stage with Senior Sister Jinzhen, how shallow!"

"That's right, that's right. Senior Sister Jinzhen should have knocked them down with one sword to bring them back to their senses."

One person disagreed: "It's good that they keep going up to the ring, it can help Senior Sister increase her winning streak."

"Senior Sister Jinzhen doesn't need them to rack up battle counts!"

"That fifth-level cultivator just now, he really had courage. He couldn't even beat any of the people here, yet he still went to challenge Senior Sister Jinzhen!"

"The rules of the Five Continents Tournament state that anyone who meets the age requirement can enter the arena, and there are no restrictions on their cultivation level. People who meet the rules are not the ones you are worrying about."

The noise from the crowd rose and fell in waves.

Ning Fusang leaned back in her rattan chair, covered her face with Yang Ruo's storybook, and closed her eyes to rest. Based on the sounds of sword clashes and the movements on the field, she could already discern the combatants' positions and sword trajectories in her mind. The ability to pinpoint locations by sound was a required course for cultivators.

Footsteps approached from behind her, the movements were slow and gentle, and they stopped to her right, with a soft call out, "Senior Sister Ning—"

Ning Fusang didn't open her eyes, and lazily hummed in agreement.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and said gently, "Has Senior Sister read that letter?"

"Qingchen Fairy of Miaoyin Sect wishes to meet with Senior Sister at Lingshan Restaurant."

Having accepted Fairy Qingchen's spirit stones, she naturally had to convey her message.

Ning Fusang sat up, the storybook falling onto her lap. She turned to look at the girl: "I don't know Qingchen, why should I go to the banquet?"

The girl thought what she said made a lot of sense, but Fairy Qingchen had given too much. She cautiously said, "Perhaps Fairy Qingchen is destined to meet Senior Sister?"

"Heh." Ning Fusang scoffed and leaned back in her rattan chair. "Just relay your words back verbatim. I don't have time to see Qingchen."

She casually flipped through Yang Ruo's storybook, reading ten lines at a glance, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. What kind of nonsense is this?
If a demon doesn't eat humans, it's understandable that it's weak and cowardly. But how could there be a story of a human and a demon falling in love?

Ning Fusang glanced at it twice and then stopped looking.

Yang Ruo brought over a plate of spirit fruits, and several hands reached into the plate without any hesitation.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yang Ruo."

"This fruit is really sweet."

"Although there's a bit less spiritual energy, it's still passable."

Yang Ruo gave one of the last three fruits to the girl in the moon-white dress next to him. The girl said gently, "Thank you, Senior Brother Yang Ruo."

"You're welcome." Yang Ruo handed Ning Fusang a spiritual fruit, then glanced back at the girl. "Do you need to see Junior Sister Ning for something?"

The round-faced girl held the spirit fruit and shook her head.

She'd already been rejected, so what else could she possibly want? She wondered if Fairy Qingchen would take back the spirit stones she'd been given.

The girl glanced at Ning Fusang with lingering affection, then sighed and left.

Yang Ruo looked puzzled: "Why did she leave as soon as I arrived?"

But he didn't think much of it, put the plate of fruit into his storage bag, and watched Li Jinzhen's arena battle while munching on the spiritual fruit.

"Senior Sister Jinzhen's swordsmanship has become even more exquisite."

Yang Ruo sighed, her clear eyes filled with envy.

When will he be able to reach the level of Senior Sister Jinzhen?

Ning Fusang's gaze fell on the arena, and Yu Wanwu's words came to mind: "The Southern Star flickers and lightning strikes, its majestic presence is awe-inspiring and soaring," which is the essence of the Southern Star Sword.

Li Jinzhen's Southern Star Sword had reached a level of consummate skill, with a bright sword star shooting down in a unique trajectory!
The challenger on the arena struck with his longsword, shattering a sword star. However, several meteors fell simultaneously, carrying terrifying power. The man was powerless to resist and was violently slammed into the air, falling off the arena.

The crowd sighed and whispered among themselves.

"The Southern Star Sword is truly unparalleled in its mystery!"

"After watching so many matches of the Nanxing Sword Sect disciples, I still don't understand what the Nanxing Sword Sect is all about."

"Finding a way to counter the Southern Star Sword must be very difficult, right?"

"A battle between cultivators at the ninth level is not something an ordinary person can see clearly. I only saw the sword light flashing back and forth, and then it was over."

(End of this chapter)