Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Ning Fusang handed Chi Leng a storage bag, saying, "Senior Brother Chi, the Silver Frost Pill can only suppress the toxicity of the Crimson Blood, but it cannot completely cure the poison."

"In this storage bag, there are two Crimson Blood Poison Pills, a few Silver Frost Pills, and some herbs I smuggled from the demon. Take these back to Elder Hu to study the antidote."

Xiao Qiu blinked her bright, clear eyes.

After taking the storage bag, Chi Leng asked, "Junior Sister Ning, aren't you coming back to the sect with us?"

Ning Fusang said, "I have applied to Senior Sister Jinzhen to enter the mortal world for cultivation."

Immediately, He Jiaxiu, Min Qianyun, and the others all turned their attention to her.

Chi Leng asked in surprise, "Junior Sister Ning, you're already entering the mortal world to cultivate so early?"

Generally speaking, disciples of the Southern Star Sword Sect will only enter the mortal world to cultivate when they reach the age of 60 or the peak of the ninth level of the cultivation realm, after encountering a bottleneck.

Crossing mountains and rivers, drawing one's sword when encountering injustice, one tempers one's moral character.

This process is about seeing a wider world and cultivating one's mind. Perhaps at some moment, one will realize the coming of autumn from a single leaf and enter a higher realm of understanding.

However, Junior Sister Ning is only twenty years old and has not yet reached the age of sixty. Her cultivation level has just broken through to the ninth level. It is too early for her to enter the mortal world to cultivate at this time, which is why Chi Leng was somewhat surprised.

Ning Fusang gave a faint "hmm" without offering any further explanation.

She had touched the threshold of the realm of knowledge many years ago, but she did not choose to cross that door at that time.

Ning Fusang took a different path.

When the two paths intersect, she can break through to the peak of the Knowledge Realm in one fell swoop.

Ning Fusang had been waiting for this opportunity.

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Chi Leng didn't say anything more, since the two of them weren't very familiar with each other anyway.

"Take good care of yourself, Junior Sister Ning."

Ning Fusang nodded, watching everyone leave before putting on the Misty Demon Mask and returning to the Demon Realm.

Passing through the gloomy banyan forest, a green pond with a few withered lotus leaves floating on it came into Ning Fusang's view.

The various unpleasant smells, such as the smell of rotting flesh and rust, mixed together, made Ning Fusang frown slightly.

She shut off her sense of smell, lightly touched the water with her toes, and landed on the grass.

At the entrance to the valley, there dwells a ghost-eyed toad with white and gray pupils, which shows no reaction even when a stranger enters.

Is this dead?

Ning Fusang felt a bad premonition; the Valley of Withered Glory was too quiet.

She hurried into the valley.

As she walked along, she did not see the bronze puppet, the spider web of poisonous creatures, or the flying sword she had seen on her last visit. Ning Fusang's heart grew heavier and heavier.

Everywhere was littered with broken copper and scrap iron, the eerie flames had not yet died out, and black smoke rose straight into the sky.

The enormous furnace was shattered into pieces, and the flames and ash inside poured out like rivers and streams, spreading to Ning Fusang's feet.

She coldly ordered the silkworm spirit: "Search within the Valley of Withered Glory for any survivors."

Ning Fusang stepped into the old weapon refiner's house and searched around to see if he had any secret rooms.

Whether the Valley of Withered Glory is destroyed or not, whether the old weapon refiner lives or dies, is none of her business. But the fact that she hasn't even gotten her hands on the Water-Repelling Pearl is of great concern to her.

The silkworm spirit released its divine sense, enveloping the entire Valley of Withered Glory. After an incense stick's time, it spoke: "Fusang, there seems to be a very faint breathing sound from the east."

Ning Fusang nodded and headed in the direction Canling had indicated.

The silkworm spirit instructed: "Go straight ahead."

[Stop, this is it.] Ning Fusang stared at the giant banyan tree in front of her, drew her sword and made a vertical slash. The bark rolled up to both sides, revealing a young boy with his eyes tightly closed, his whole body trembling.

Was he still discovered?

However, the boy did not feel any pain; instead, he heard a clear, cold voice, like a chilling spring.

"come out."

Ning Fusang sheathed her sword, her face adorned with a ferocious silver mask, her purple robes fluttering. Her aura was a stark contrast between ferocity and ethereal grace, both contradictory yet gentle.

The boy's limbs, which had been feeling weak, gradually regained their strength. He cupped his hands and said, "Jade Belt Butterfly Lord."

Ning Fusang asked directly, "Where is my water-repelling pearl?"

The boy was the old weapon refiner's apprentice and the only survivor of the Valley of Withered Glory. He opened his hand, revealing a greenish-blue bead.

Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow and was about to reach out to take it when the boy said in a hoarse voice, "Demon Lord, this is not a water-repelling pearl."

wow——

A flash of cold light appeared before the boy's eyes, and a chilling sword was placed against his neck.

"What about my water-repelling bead?" she asked.

She handed over the ninth-tier demon core, snake gall, countless rare and precious materials and crystals to the Ku Rong Valley, and this is how the Ku Rong Valley treated her?

The boy knew that if he couldn't provide a reasonable explanation, the demon lord would not spare his life.

"When my master was refining the Water-Repelling Pearl for the Demon Lord, an enemy broke in and slaughtered the Valley of Withered Glory. Therefore, the Water-Repelling Pearl was not completed, and the snake gall was also destroyed in the fight."

Ning Fusang moved the sword aside, letting it fall into the boy's palm. The tip of the sword held the green bead, and he tilted his head to ask, "So this is a half-finished product?"

The boy nodded, only to be met with a cold laugh from Ning Fusang.

She's already paid, are you trying to fool her with half-finished products?
The boy also knew about this matter, that it was a problem with the Valley of Withered Glory. He whispered, "I can continue to refine weapons for the Demon Lord and repay the debts of the Valley of Withered Glory."

Ning Fusang unleashed her overwhelming power, causing the boy to bleed from all seven orifices, kneel on the ground, and contort his face in a ferocious expression.

With the longsword poking at the boy's chin, Ning Fusang's voice was devoid of emotion: "You want to use my power to evade your enemies' pursuit, so that you can avenge the destruction of the valley one day? Why should I allow you to use my power?"

Ning Fusang saw right through the boy's thoughts. He clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and gritted his teeth as he said, "They came for the treasures of the Valley of Withered Glory. I am willing to offer the treasures to the Demon Lord, only asking that the Demon Lord allow me to join the Iris Land and serve you."

The boy knew that only valuable demons or humans had a chance to survive. "I can forge weapons. My master's mantle has been passed down to me. All the inheritance of the Valley of Withered Glory is on my shoulders. I only ask that you give me a chance!"

Ning Fusang then withdrew her oppressive aura and looked directly at the young man. She did not rush to ask what the treasure was, but said, "You only need to serve me, not Iris Land."

The boy was taken aback. Wasn't Iris Ground the Jade Belt Butterfly Lord's?

Ning Fusang slowly removed her mask, revealing her face beneath the Illusionary Beauty Pill. There was nothing particularly special about her; she could only be described as pretty.

One of the boy's words touched Ning Fusang: she truly needed someone to forge weapons for her.

Ning Fusang flicked a drop of blood from her fingertip and smeared it on the boy's brow, saying, "This is the slave mark. You can choose to resist and die now, or you can choose to accept it and serve me from now on."

The boy's mind wavered, and he had thoughts of rebellion at times, but in the end he let the slave mark be struck on his soul.

Ning Fusang looked up in surprise: "You're a half-demon?"

The boy bit his lip and nodded.

Half-demons are not tolerated in the world and have no place to stand in either the human or demon realms.

His master raised him, and he would rather be a slave today and give up his freedom in the future than wait for the day when he can avenge the entire Kuru Valley!

(End of this chapter)