Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

A woman in a gorgeous gold dress parted her red lips slightly and said meaningfully, "Qing Chen of the Miaoyin Sect."

"Nanxing Sword Sect, Ning Fusang," she said calmly, her emotions showing no fluctuation.

Qing Chen narrowed her alluring phoenix eyes, scrutinizing the girl, and suddenly began to play her long flute, closing in on Ning Fusang.

Ning Fusang could sense that Qing Chen's moves were merely a test, and she had not used her full strength.

The crystal-clear jade flute danced, stirring up waves of air, like a dragon stirring up the wind and clouds, making the air in the small arena stagnant.

Qing Chen took a step forward, and the array beneath her feet opened, with countless streams of blue light sweeping towards Ning Fusang!

Qingchen stood within the formation and played the fourth tune of the Soul-Capturing Flute.

Although she had forgotten about Yanzhi Mountain, she could use the Soul-Capturing Flute to search for the girl's memories! Qing Chen always felt that the Yanzhi Mountain desert incident was more or less related to the girl in front of her.

The sound of the flute is vast and distant, like the pattering rain that soaks the heavens and earth.

Some long-buried memories were about to be drawn out. Ning Fusang's eyes narrowed slightly as she drew her sword and charged at Qing Chen.

Without the Divine Turtle Jade, Qingchen's other defensive measures were ultimately lacking. Her flute playing was forced to stop, and she leaned back, her eyes flashing with a cold, clear light.

Qingchen and Ning Fusang switched positions. Qingchen, wielding her flute like a sword, slashed at her. Ning Fusang turned her longsword, meeting the flute sideways. The sword and flute collided, producing a piercing sound.

"By the spirit of the Heavenly Gang and the divine movement of the Big Dipper, obey my command and unleash thunder!"

Boom——

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth. As Qing Chen finished chanting the incantation, several bolts of purple lightning struck down!

Thunder, being the most yang and masculine force, possessed terrifying power. The purple lightning illuminated the arena exceptionally brightly.

Outside, the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly, but inside the barrier, a fierce wind and torrential rain raged without ceasing.

Ning Fusang was surrounded by a layer of spiritual energy defense, which isolated her from the rain and mist. Her magic robe was not wet at all. She faced the thunder dragon, leaped up, and slashed her sword horizontally!

"Qingchen Fairy's lightning magic is incredibly powerful; it's terrifying to watch."

"Seventeen thunder dragons are not so easy to deal with! Fairy Ning is in grave danger!"

"I must say, the dragon's posture is truly majestic. It's just a pity that there are few real dragons in the world, and I am destined to never have the chance to see one."

“True dragons have always been overlords of their own kind. Even the geniuses of the Beast Taming Sect have never encountered one, let alone you and me, mere rogue cultivators. Even if we did encounter one, it would be a pointless death.”

"I've heard that the experts of the Beast Taming Sect have been exploring the Nameless Sea in recent years. Could it be that they've discovered traces of dragons?"

"Who knows? We can't get involved in such a big matter."

Two yellow figures stood in the crowd, staring intently at the arena.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Shu Guang to be a disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect, and with such formidable cultivation." The ordinary-looking man said in a low voice.

The slender man in yellow beside him glanced at him and asked curiously, "Junior Brother Yu Qiao, do you know her?"

That ordinary, unremarkable face was the one Yu Qiao had conjured. He spoke to the man with great respect and without any concealment: "We met once in Huangyun City. I originally intended to steal her storage bag, but I sensed danger and changed my target. By a twist of fate, we set up a stall together and exchanged names."

Fusang, Shuguang.

It turned out to be the case.

Yu Qiao looked at the girl in the moon-white robe on the arena and suddenly realized what was going on.

The man in yellow chuckled lightly, "Junior Brother Yu Qiao, you are quite fortunate." If he hadn't changed his target, he would probably have died at the hands of the girl long ago.

Yu Qiao was also filled with lingering fear. No matter how audacious he was, he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on an eighth-level cultivator!
If it weren't for his intuitive warning at the time, which allowed him to switch targets in time, Yu Qiao wouldn't be able to participate in the Miao Kong Sect's assessment in the first place. Miao Kong Sect disciples are divided into outer and inner disciples. Outer disciples are not considered true Miao Kong Sect disciples; they need to steal a thousand storage bags to qualify for entry into the inner sect.

At that time, inner disciples will come down from the mountain to supervise them in completing the assessment. Only by passing the assessment can they become true disciples of the Miaokong Sect and learn more profound methods of stealing, including but not limited to stealing the lifespan and destiny of mortals.

The man in yellow was the inner disciple in charge of supervising Yu Qiao's assessment, named Fu Sanyuan.

He stared at the ring, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.

But Yu Qiao had been in contact with this senior brother for some time and could guess some of his thoughts. Whenever Senior Brother Fu showed this look, it meant that he was very interested in something.

"Senior brother, do you want to go on stage and challenge Fellow Daoist Shu Guang?" Yu Qiao asked tentatively.

To be honest, the disciples of the Miaokong Sect are not good at combat. Moreover, this senior brother's cultivation is only at the sixth level.

Yu Qiao was really worried that if he went to the ring, he would be beaten so badly that he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for ten days or half a month, which would slow down his assessment progress.

Fu Sanyuan said to him, "Look carefully at that Fairy Shuguang."

These words were unclear and inexplicable, leaving Yu Qiao completely baffled. He looked at them for a long time but still couldn't figure out what Fu Sanyuan wanted him to look at.

Want to see Fellow Daoist Shu Guang's swordsmanship?

But they don't repair swords.

Yu Qiao's eyes were blurry from looking so closely, but he still couldn't figure it out. Fu Sanyuan shook his head, looking at Yu Qiao with a regretful expression.

He said, "That Fairy Shuguang has a powerful destiny, which is incomparable to ordinary people."

Even if she is only one level below him, she will not be at a disadvantage.

Yu Qiao's pupils contracted slightly as she looked back at the arena; something seemed different. Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, a thin, ethereal mist rose and swirled around the girl, growing stronger with each dragon she slew.

"Senior brother, can something as ethereal as destiny be seen?" He was greatly shocked and murmured to himself.

Fu Sanyuan smiled and said, "Of course."

"Do you know of a technique called the art of observing qi?"

He said calmly, “Everyone has a destiny from the moment they are born. Everyone’s destiny is different; some have more, some have less. The color of the destiny is also different. A bright destiny indicates prosperity, while a dull destiny indicates decline; purple destiny indicates immeasurable nobility, while black destiny indicates misfortune.”

"Therefore, the ability to predict good or bad fortune by observing the qi is a secret that is not passed down in our Miaokong School."

The disciples of the Miaokong Sect are not exactly benevolent, but the attitudes of the major immortal sects towards the Miaokong Sect are quite subtle, and one of the reasons for this lies here.

Who wouldn't want to know their fate? The Miaokong Sect has such methods, and other immortal sects also need the Miaokong Sect's methods. Therefore, even if the disciples of the Miaokong Sect do not act uprightly, the Miaokong Sect still retains the reputation of a righteous immortal sect.

However, those disciples who stole the valuables were all outer disciples and not considered members of the Miaokong Sect. Neither side cared, so there was actually no conflict.

Yu Qiao was somewhat dazed and subconsciously asked, "Could Senior Brother possibly see what my fate is like?"

Fu Sanyuan said, "Your destiny is too weak, ethereal and uncertain, and cannot be clearly seen."

This is true.

When Fu Sanyuan received this mission, he had already observed Yu Qiao's aura.

Yu Qiao thought to himself, "Although it's a bit weak, at least it's not black."

(End of this chapter)