Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Every moment.

A man in yellow clothes stepped onto the arena, grinning as he said, "I am Yuan San, a rogue cultivator. Please enlighten me, fellow Daoist."

The man was none other than Fu Sanyuan, a cultivator from the Miaokong Sect. He reversed his name, made up some nonsense, and remained expressionless.

Ning Fusang was not as upright and honest as Li Jinzhen, who would suppress her cultivation level when fighting. She showed no mercy when she drew her sword.

Fu Sanyuan's eyes twitched, and he barely dodged the oncoming sword with his mysterious footwork.

A sharp, cold glint flashed past his ear, but Fu Sanyuan steadied himself, dodging left and right, completely disregarding his image.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Fusang's eyes; this person's movements were incredibly agile. Although his combat strength had not yet been revealed, his ability to escape in a real battle would certainly be top-notch.

Her attacks were all dodged by the man. Ning Fusang's expression turned serious, and a dense array of sword energy formed a sword formation, blocking Fu Sanyuan's path.

"Does he have to be so serious?" Fu Sanyuan muttered to himself, squeezing through a gap in the sword formation to get closer to Ning Fusang.

His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, subtly made a hand seal, stealing away life force.

The crowd couldn't see his movements; they only saw him leaping and bounding around like a nimble monkey, only defending and not attacking, which immediately made them feel bored.

"This guy is such a coward, all he does is hide, why even bother going into the ring!"

"That's right, that's right. If you can't do it, just come down. Why go on stage and humiliate yourself?"

"That's boring. I'd rather watch the fights in Hezhou."

Inside Shaohua Tower.

All the leaders of the immortal sects were gathered around a woman, forming a circle of stars surrounding the moon. The woman wore a veiled hat adorned with intricate floral vines embroidered with strands of gold thread and inlaid with round, full mermaid teardrops, making it both magnificent and elegant.

The woman was none other than Shu Tong, the mistress of Fengling Palace.

Beside him, the young master Fu Ying, dressed in a bright red robe, leaned lazily against the back of his chair, seemingly not afraid of Shu Tong, the master of Fengling Palace.

If you were to say the two were master and disciple, they don't seem like it.

But without a doubt, there is no other candidate for the next Palace Master position besides Feng Fuying.

Some even privately speculated that this young master, Fu Ying, was either the illegitimate son of Lady Shutong and her lover, or her intimate companion. Otherwise, why would Fengling Palace value Feng Fu Ying so highly?
Is that all the talent he has?

Zhongling Tianxia is never short of geniuses.

With the power of the Phoenix Feather Palace, finding promising talents would be an easy task.

Someone said, "Won't the next battle be Young Master Fu Ying stepping onto the stage? As long as that brat from the Southern Star Sword Sect is defeated, the champion of this Five States Tournament will be ours for the taking in Southern Spring and State."

“In each champion’s region, the ten defenders can go to the Sword Gate to seek an opportunity. These younger generations are very fortunate.”

"He is also the master of Shenjian Manor, generous and magnanimous, giving opportunities to the younger generation."

Everyone started discussing it, each contributing their own thoughts.

The Divine Sword Manor was founded by that sword cultivator, and after thousands of years, it has now been passed down to his grand-disciple.

Just then, the disciple on the stage was defeated.

Feng Fuying remained seated, showing no intention of getting up.

Shutong Yuanjun asked, "What does Fuying mean by this?"

He said casually, "I'm not going to defend the title for the last time."

Feng Fuying's gaze fell on the arena in Nanchun and Zhou's arena. He had said that they would meet on the arena.

The competition, held under the watchful eyes of the public, was fair and just.

One hot-tempered cultivator glared and said, "If Young Master Fuying didn't want to defend the arena, why didn't you say so earlier? Telling us you're not going to defend the arena at this critical juncture is simply childish!"

"A gentleman's word is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold. For a grown man to change his mind at the last minute is absurd! Where can we find someone suitable to defend the arena at this time?"

"Are we going to forfeit and hand over the championship to Beiyu Lingzhou?"

Feng Fuying's expression remained unchanged, as if everyone was not talking about him.

Shutong Yuanjun suddenly chuckled softly, and everyone subconsciously composed themselves, looking at her. A clear voice came from beneath her veil: "Since Fuying doesn't want to defend the arena, let's find someone else." "Why are you all so angry?"

Even though the Sovereign of the Tree of Heaven did not release any pressure, everyone felt a sense of intimidation, and those who were less timid were drenched in sweat.

Shutong Yuanjun instructed, "Qiuyu, you will guard this arena."

The woman holding the sword nodded and leaped onto the arena.

A group of monks, unaware of what was going on, began to whisper among themselves.

"Who is this? I've never seen him before."

Are they from Nanchun and Hezhou?

"Let me test her strength!" A muscular male cultivator landed steadily on the arena with his toes touching the ground.

At this point, only the battles in Beiyuling Prefecture and Nanchunhe Prefecture remain unfinished among the five arenas.

Fu Sanyuan noticed the white jade pendant hanging from the girl's waist. It was no ordinary object, and he felt an irresistible urge to steal it.

A sword light flashed past his hand, and Fu Sanyuan's heart suddenly raced.

The disciples of Miaokong Sect are most afraid of having their hands cut off.

Before he became an inner disciple, every time he saw someone with their hands cut off, he couldn't help but think of himself.

Fu Sanyuan also endured days of fear and anxiety.

The flying sword slashed at Fu Sanyuan at an extremely tricky angle. He then unleashed a "Crane-Capturing Hand" move, and seven or eight white hand shadows reached out to pinch the sword blade.

Ning Fusang swung her longsword, slicing through the white hand shadow, then twirled it and thrust it towards Fu Sanyuan.

Sensing a strong sense of crisis, he quickly shouted, "I surrender!"

Zheng——

Ning Fusang forcibly sheathed his sword, pointing the blade in the opposite direction, and a humming sound of a sword echoed in the air.

Fu Sanyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and limped off the stage.

Yu Qiao squeezed through the crowd to meet Fu Sanyuan, asking with concern, "Is Senior Brother alright?"

He moved his lips slightly, actually wanting to ask if he had managed to steal that elusive destiny.

Fu Sanyuan's lips curled up, he was in a great mood, and the result was self-evident.

"This trip to Central China was well worth it."

"Let's go, there's no need to stay here any longer. Your assessment target is in Nanchun and Zhou, we'll set off tomorrow."

When Yu Qiao heard that he had brought up serious matters, she nodded seriously and said, "I will follow Senior Brother's arrangements."

Ning Fusang looked at the figure disappearing into the crowd and, for some reason, felt something was amiss.

She checked herself and found that nothing was missing from her body, nor was her spiritual energy. She must have been overthinking it.

"Liao Kui of the Beast Taming Sect."

A voice rang out on the arena.

Ning Fusang raised her eyes and sized up the other person. She saw that the man was eight feet tall and had a robust build. A palm-sized golden-eyed fox was perched on his shoulder.

The fox blinked, and a wave of dizziness washed over it.

A strong wind whistled past her ears.

Ning Fusang dodged to the side, and the man's fist missed its mark. The golden-eyed fox stepped on his arm, leaped up, and suddenly grew to a height of ten feet.

Its three snow-white tails swept across, making the air crackle.

Ning Fusang blocked with his longsword, but the man and the fox, working in perfect coordination, attacked from both sides.

(End of this chapter)