Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

"Cough-cough-"

Feng Fuying clutched her heart, bowed, coughed lightly twice, and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the arena.

He steadied his disordered breathing and glanced at his opponent.

The girl's robes were tattered, her injuries were horrifying, and her beautiful black hair hung down to her chest, with bloodstains on the ends.

Feng Fuying said emotionlessly, "You win."

Elder Yu Rongzhen of the Nanxing Sword Sect, who was guarding the arena, first stopped Ning Fusang's bleeding, gave her some basic treatment, and then had two female disciples help her back.

Wen Siling volunteered to help, but there was no place for her, so she followed closely behind.

She had so many exciting things to say, but seeing how badly Ning Fusang was injured, she held back her words.

"Alright, stop standing here and disturbing people's rest."

Duanmu Meiqing looked at the disciples at the door and spoke.

Actually, no matter how noisy it is outside, you can't hear it inside.

There was a talisman on the door to prevent the use of sound.

inside the house.

After examining Ning Fusang's wounds thoroughly, the healer from Suling Valley turned to Li Jinzhen and said, "It looks serious, but it's not a fatal wound and won't leave any hidden dangers. He'll be fine after resting for two or three days."

Li Jinzhen's brows relaxed.

The female cultivator from Suling Valley added, "However, her Qi Sea is severely depleted, and her spiritual power will be difficult to fully recover in a short period of time."

This is not a serious matter. The Southern Star Sword Sect has abundant spiritual energy; it should be able to fill one's Qi Sea in two or three months.

The female cultivator used a bamboo skewer to dip in the ointment and applied it to Ning Fusang's wound. A cool sensation seeped into her skin.

"I'll do it," Li Jinzhen said gently. "Thank you for making this trip, Fairy Yu Nai."

Fairy Yu Nai smiled gently: "It's just a doctor's duty."

She stepped aside, handed the Baihualing ointment to Li Jinzhen, and instructed, "Just apply it once a day."

“The healing elixir can be dissolved with spiritual power and then sent into her body, saving the process of refining it.”

"Okay. I've got it."

Ning Fusang felt as if her eyelids weighed a ton, and the voices around her seemed to be far away in the clouds, indistinct and unclear to her.

However, Ning Fusang's consciousness was still relatively clear, and she could still communicate with the Silkworm Spirit and the Abyss.

The silkworm spirit was a bit noisy: "Fusang, you won the battle across borders, but the result was too tragic. Isn't this a lose-lose situation?"

Ning Fusang: "I lose 800 of my own men and injure 1,000 of the enemy, but I alone win by 200."

Qian Yuan: "Winning by two hundred is still a great victory."

If it and the Azure Wolf had been able to defeat two hundred back then, things wouldn't be like this now.

Silkworm Spirit: "That's because of the protection of the dragon scales, otherwise how could I have only suffered this little injury?"

"It's just a ring battle, why fight so hard? It's not a matter of life and death yet."

Ning Fusang remembered something: "I've exhausted my spiritual power, so you'll have to go hungry."

Silkworm Spirit: "..."

It instantly fell silent, like a wilted eggplant.

Actually, it won't starve to death if it doesn't consume spiritual energy for a short period of time. It's just that it finally got to live a life where it doesn't have to worry about spiritual energy, but suddenly it has to go back to the old state of uncertainty. The difference is too great, and it can't adapt to it for a while.

Both Ning Fusang and Qian Yuan felt a sense of urgency in their cultivation, but Can Ling didn't understand where this sense of urgency came from.

Even though Fusang is not even twenty years old, he is already at the peak of the eighth level.

Qian Yuan spoke slowly: "I have a powerful enemy who will find me sooner or later, so I must not slack off in my cultivation."

Silkworm Spirit asked, "How strong is it? Is it stronger than Feng Fuying?"

Qian Yuan hummed in agreement, “One sword can be worth three thousand Feng Fuying.”

The silkworm spirit was so shocked that its jaw dropped. After a long while, it said rather disloyally, "If your enemy finds you, then you should part ways with Fusang."

When Fusang dies, it will be buried with her. But the silkworm spirit has not lived enough.

Qianyuan paid no heed to Canling's words. If that day ever came, it would naturally not be a burden to Fusang.

Although cultivators at the thirteenth realm are powerful, they cannot contend with the entire demon race.

Qian Yuan doesn't rule out returning to the demon realm. The only reason he stayed in the human world was because Cang Lang was attached to the winds of the human world.

Ning Fusang, in a nonchalant manner, dropped another bombshell.

The silkworm spirit's voice trembled: "How many? How many enemies do you have?"

"I can't count them all," she said.

The silkworm spirit's vision went black; it could no longer see the future. It should have known better than to ask that question. Perhaps consuming less of Fusang's spiritual energy in the future would have some effect.

There are also dragon scales.

Ideally, it would be best to make a suit of armor from countless dragon scales, so that Fusang could wear it day and night, and only then would it feel at ease.

The silkworm spirit tried hard to recall if any blessed lands or grottoes from the previous era had been preserved.

In fact, Ning Fusang had already been making plans for this.

Once she reaches the Knowledge Realm, the cultivation resources of the Southern Star Sword Sect will inevitably be unable to keep up with her cultivation speed, forcing her to seek out the secret treasure of the Mermaid Royal Court.

This is not because the Southern Star Sword Sect lacks sufficient resources, but because the sect has too many members, and it is impossible to allocate all resources to her alone.

Therefore, most disciples who reach a bottleneck in their cultivation will choose to descend the mountain to travel and seek additional opportunities.

Ning Fusang had a premonition that she was getting closer and closer to the threshold of the ninth level.

Therefore, the search for the secret treasures of the Merfolk royal court should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

After the Five Continents Conference concludes and she returns to her sect, she will begin her seclusion to attempt to break through to the ninth level of the cultivation realm. After that, she will ask for leave from her sect and return to the mortal world to continue her cultivation.

After lying in bed for three days straight, Ning Fusang had never felt so light and refreshed.

Under the influence of the Spirit Gathering Array and the Spirit Pill, her spiritual power recovered a little, but it was still less than one-tenth of its original value.

But yes.

Such a large lake has been drained, and filling it back up is not something that can be done overnight.

After Ning Fusang practiced the "Thirty-Six Secret Words" several times, the green bell inside the door rang.

"Enter."

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Wen Siling stepped in.

"Junior Sister Ning, Senior Sister Jinzhen had something to do today and asked me to come and help you apply the medicine." She moved a stool and sat down by the bed. "This is a new elixir made by Fairy Yu Nai. I have already tried it, and the effect is much better than the previous one."

The snow-white ointment emitted a faint fragrance and melted quickly when applied to the wound.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Wen."

"It's nothing, it's nothing at all," Wen Siling said with a smile. "Junior Sister Ning broke the record for the most matches in the entire arena, and the whole sect, and even the entire Lingzhou, is very happy!"

Ning Fusang shook his head: "The defenders of the title in Lingzhou this year are all very strong."

These words came from the heart.

Those who can guard the Lingzhou arena are all the most outstanding talents in the sect, selected from among hundreds. Before she went to the arena, Lingzhou had already almost broken the previous Zhongzhou record.

In this Five States Conference, Lingzhou and Hezhou both achieved full marks and tied for first place.

Zhongzhou ranked third, Mingzhou second, and Xiyang Chizhou remained at the bottom.

"Alright." Wen Siling put the lid on the jar of spirit ointment and screwed it on. "Junior Sister Ning's hand is the most seriously injured. Don't get it wet until the wound is completely healed."

Ning Fusang nodded.

She was wearing a magical robe that offered some protection against damage, but her sword-wielding hand was exposed, making it the most severely injured.

(End of this chapter)