Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The auction reached its climax after the final, most spectacular item was presented.

For a moment, Shi Nandou forgot to argue with Ning Fusang.

The subordinate looked troubled: "Young Master, we don't have enough budget."

Shi Nandou said coldly, "Just bid, this Secret Sect Token must be won!"

"If you don't have enough money, just buy it on credit. Have the auction house people come to the Shi family to collect it!"

Meanwhile, in private room number seventeen.

When Ning Fusang saw that the last item was not a high-grade snake gall, he quickly lost interest and left the auction early.

However, several forces in Lingfeng City seemed particularly interested in the so-called Secret Sect Token, bidding without batting an eye, all displaying an air of determination to win it over.

Perhaps that esoteric Buddhist token holds some secret.

But Ning Fusang has no time to explore the mysteries of the esoteric Buddhist decree.

Furthermore, the major powers in Lingfeng City are all vying for that Secret Sect Token. Even if she manages to win it, it will only create countless problems for herself.

Can't even shake it off.

This does not align with Ning Fusang's future plans.

After leaving the auction, Ning Fusang took Rong Jiang and entered an inconspicuous tile-roofed house in the black market.

"Does the customer want to complete a quest, or buy information?"

The old man, with dark skin, held a rusty pipe in his hand, sat in a rocking chair, and asked in a calm tone.

The room was furnished with cabinets on three walls, each containing a crystal ball, some covered in a thick layer of dust, indicating that it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

“I’ve been here before,” Ning Fusang said.

"Oh?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, then said, "This young lady's face is not memorable; I've forgotten it."

"It's alright," Ning Fusang said nonchalantly. "Any news about the ninth-tier water snake I'm looking for?"

The old man's expression changed slightly as he carefully examined Ning Fusang's face. After a long while, he finally said, "Yes."

"Eight thousand miles away, there is a place called Xianzhang Pool, where a nine-tiered water snake dwells, which meets the young lady's requirements."

Rong Jiang stepped forward, handed the old man a bag of spirit stones, and followed Ning Fusang out the door.

A thin piece of paper floated down from upstairs; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tiny person.

The little boy jumped onto the old man's pipe, looked towards the door, and asked, "Grandpa, didn't you tell her that there are Garuda bird demons foraging near Xianzhang Pool? Won't she come back to cause trouble for us?"

The old man patted its head and said gently, "This is not part of our deal."

"As long as there are water snakes in Xianzhangtan, that's fine; anything else will be priced differently."

The little man grinned, and the dark arc stretched even more gently.

*
Shi Nandou, who bought the Tantric decree on credit, is still at the auction house.

He chatted with the manager: "Who is that person in private room number seventeen?"

The auction house manager looked troubled: "Young Master Nan Dou, our Lingfeng Auction House cannot disclose the privacy of our guests."

"I know, but isn't that for outsiders?"

The manager thought to himself, "You, Shi Nandou, aren't one of us either."

Apart from the head of the family, even the young masters and ladies of the family are not allowed to inquire about the information of the guests in the private room, let alone someone surnamed Shi.
Their Lingfeng Auction House has achieved its current status because of its principles.

Otherwise, who would dare to put treasures like Taiyi Immortal Dew and Innate Water Spirit up for auction at Lingfeng Auction House?

Reputation is the foundation of their auction house!

He wouldn't do something that would dig his own grave.

Moreover, why would he side with outsiders?

At this moment, a guard from the Shi family came to report: "Young master, it seems that the other side has already left the city."

"Did you send anyone to follow them?" Shi Nandou stroked his palm and frowned. "They really left quickly. They must know that if they offend the Shi family, they won't be able to leave now."

The guard answered methodically, "We sent two sixth-level cultivators to follow them, but they seemed to be heading towards Xianzhang Pool." "Xianzhang Pool?" the auction house manager couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't there a ninth-tier snake demon there? It's about to undergo its tribulation and transform into human form, so cultivators avoid that area..."

He also heard that Garuda bird demons roamed that area.

These bird-like demons love to eat large snakes. The water snakes of Xianzhang Pool have already been marked as food by them, and a great battle is inevitable when that happens.

Going to Xianzhangtan at this time is practically suicide, isn't it?
Shi Nandou was also taken aback, and immediately ordered: "Summon the men back."

"Yes." The guard clasped his hands in a salute and hurriedly left the auction house.

Shi Nandou was somewhat lost in thought. He looked at the manager of Lingfeng Auction House and said, "Do you think it's possible that the water snake has actually transformed into human form?"

Manager: "?"

Shi Nandou felt his guess was quite reasonable: "Look, she came to Lingfeng Auction House and only bought two things: Taiyi Immortal Dew and Innate Water Spirit. Both of these are great tonics for aquatic cultivators!"

Steward: "..."

He gave a wry smile and said, "Young Master Nan Dou is overthinking it."

He watched Shi Nandou refine his body, and he ended up losing his brain in the process.

The steward became even more determined not to let his exceptionally intelligent grandson follow the path of physical cultivation.

*
Three thousand miles away, in a desolate mountain.

Ning Fusang noticed the two tails behind her, turned around, and sighed slightly.

"It's a good thing they're not following, so why are you sighing, sir?"

Ning Fusang stabbed Rong Jiang in the heart: "No wonder the Valley of Withered Glory was wiped out."

Two sixth-level cultivators have been delivered to our doorstep, so why not let Tao Sha Illusionary Realm advance its cultivation?

If the Valley of Withered Glory had made good use of the Peach Killing Illusion earlier, those who broke into the valley to seize the treasure might have been the ones who were slaughtered.

Rong Jiang looked somber, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes brimming with tears. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, remaining silent.

In fact, Rong Jiang quickly adjusted his mindset. He was just thinking about the meaning behind Ning Fusang's words.

Why did the massacre of the entire Kuru Valley suddenly come up?

Those who just followed us must be from the Shi family of Lingfeng City.

Seeing how pitiful he looked, the silkworm spirit comforted him, saying, "That's just how Fusang is, sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. You'll get used to it."

Rong Jiang knew that Ning Fusang was raising a small insect. Although he had not yet witnessed its abilities, he knew that adults never kept idle things, and the silkworm spirit must have its own unique abilities.

"I know that just surviving is already a blessing."

From then on, every day he lived was a bonus.

He stared at the tiny insect, no bigger than a grain of rice, and asked curiously, "Is your name Silkworm Spirit?"

Silkworm Spirit shook her head: "No, I don't have a name."

Fusang didn't even bother to name it.

Silkworm Spirit remains optimistic.

Especially now, it's not the only one with the mark of slavery on its soul; Rongjiang shares its plight, which makes the silkworm spirit very gratified.

Rongjiang also felt sorry for the silkworm spirit, who had been following the adults for so long without even having a name.

Haven't you ever thought about giving yourself a name?

Silkworm Spirit said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter."

It thought for a moment and then said, "From now on, you can call me Little Silkworm. Little Silkworm is my name."

Rong Jiang nodded and readily agreed, "Okay."

He wasn't very cultured; aside from blacksmithing and weapon forging, he hadn't read many books. Actually, all demons in the demon realm were like that. Rongjiang thought the name Canling was quite good.

(End of this chapter)