Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Ning Fusang and Qian Yuan, one man and one dragon, surrounded the Fifth Stream.

Countless golden swords formed a sword array, perfectly matching Ning Fusang's intentions, pointing directly at Fifth Stream's heart.

Fifth Creek took a breath, raised his right hand holding the sword, and placed it in front of him.

The moon-white, high-grade robe was damaged beyond repair, and spiritual energy was constantly spreading outwards, rendering it unable to even provide basic defensive functions.

Several new sword wounds soon appeared on Fifth Creek's body.

The young man was already at his last gasp under the siege.

Qianyuan swung his tail, and the Broken Water Sword hummed and trembled incessantly.

Ning Fusang thrust out three swords, their golden light piercing through the young man's body.

Fifth Creek suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell off the flying sword.

The unnamed flying sword that the young man had been using to travel on his sword followed him straight down from the clouds. The Broken Water Sword, possessing exceptional intelligence, automatically protected its master, its tip pointing at Ning Fusang.

She raised her hand, gripped the blade, and with a forceful pull, the flying sword snapped cleanly in two.

Blood inevitably seeped from Ning Fusang's palm.

A wound about five inches long appeared in her palm. Her spiritual power continuously repaired the sword mark, but the effect was extremely weak.

"Fusang, what should we do with him?"

Qian Yuan turned his head and asked Ning Fusang for her opinion.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Fusang said, "I will not kill him."

"Why?" Qian Yuan knew that she was not afraid of making enemies with Xuanpu Mountain, even though the young man was backed by a sword cultivator at the thirteenth realm.

Qian Yuan simply couldn't understand why Ning Fusang would spare the young man's life.

Ning Fusang took a few steps forward. Apart from the White Rainbow Sword destroyed by Qian Yuan and the Broken Water Sword crushed by her, the remaining five flying swords hovered in the air at the same time, approaching her brow.

Ning Fusang stared at the young man for a long time before saying, "You see, we can't kill him."

Upon hearing this, Qian Yuan looked at the young man and saw a faint spiritual glow enveloping him, and his originally weak aura was gradually recovering.

Having a sect to rely on gives you an advantage over independent cultivators.

Even in the face of life and death, there are still people protecting and escorting you.

Ning Fusang was certain that if she killed the young man, Xuanpu Mountain would immediately find out.

At that time, she and Qian Yuan would truly have no choice but to hide their identities and flee to the ends of the earth to avoid being hunted down.

Qian Yuan sighed, "In that case, we have no choice but to let him go for now."

“No.” Ning Fusang shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “How can we let him leave so easily after he wakes up?”

The abyss was perplexed.

We can't kill him, and we can't let him go. Should we let him go with us?

But Qian Yuan felt that Ning Fusang wouldn't leave an unstable element by his side.

Ning Fusang raised her eyes, looked at Qian Yuan, and asked, "Do you still remember how Xuanpu Mountain treated you back then?"

"Imprisoned in a cold pool, never to see the light of day again."

When Qian Yuan spoke of this matter, his tone was already quite calm.

Ning Fusang nodded, "Yes, we'll just use the word 'trapped' to solve this problem."

"If I'm not mistaken, the young man was sent by Xuanpu Mountain to kill you after they learned that you had left the Cold Pool. It's also possible that the young man volunteered to come down the mountain."

“Xuanpu Mountain only knows that you have escaped the cold pool, but it does not know that he has already found you.”

“The world of Zhongling is so vast. What if the young man still can’t find you?” Ning Fusang said in a very light tone, but with a profound meaning. “Instead of killing him and sending someone else down the mountain to find you, why not let this Xuanpu Mountain sword cultivator search in the mortal world for twenty years?”

Ning Fusang searched the young man's body for the celestial treasures and dissipated his spiritual power. As for his memories, that was easy to deal with. Although she didn't know any spells to erase memories, she had learned the Soul Searching Technique from Qian Yuan.

If the Soul Searching Technique is used on a living person, even if the person survives by chance, they will only become an idiot.

That is why this spell is listed as a forbidden art, and disciples of orthodox Taoist sects are not allowed to learn it.

Ning Fusang had no intention of keeping the five top-grade spirit swords. After eliminating all the sword spirits among them, she carefully collected the broken swords and prepared to find a place in the sea to throw them away.

*
One month later.

The night was quiet, and it was freezing cold outside.

On the earthen-walled, blue-tiled house, faded Spring Festival couplets and the character "福" (fortune) were pasted up, and then a knock sounded at the door.

"They're here," came the woman's voice, and the footsteps grew closer.

She opened the door, only to find a young girl wearing a veil, whose attire seemed completely out of place in the village.

The woman became somewhat wary. "Who are you looking for?"

The girl behind the curtain spoke in a young voice, "You don't need to be wary of me, I mean you no harm."

Ning Fusang stretched out her hand, and a piece of gold lay in her palm. The woman's eyes immediately lit up.

"I only want to ask you for a favor. If you agree, this piece of gold will be my reward to you."

The woman looked around and lowered her voice, saying, "Please come inside, young lady."

Ning Fusang smiled and helped Wu Xi into the dilapidated courtyard.

The door closed automatically without any wind, but the woman didn't see it; she was busy going to find tea leaves to make tea.

"No need for tea, let's get straight to business."

Ning Fusang released her grip, and the young man collapsed to the ground, startling the woman. Her finger trembled as she pointed at the man on the ground, "He..."

"He's not dead, don't worry."

Ning Fusang comforted her for a couple of minutes, and the woman calmed down, but she still felt like she had gotten herself into trouble. Before she could think any further, the girl's clear voice rang out:

“He is the one I love. We were already at the point of discussing marriage, but one day, a celestial master passed by and discovered that I had the potential for cultivation. My father then wanted me to go up the mountain to cultivate and disapproved of our marriage.”

"On the day the engagement was broken off, my beloved was pushed by a servant in the manor and hit his head, becoming an idiot ever since. Even so, my father still refused to let him go, so I had no choice but to take him to Xingjiu Village, hoping to find a good family to take care of him."

This drama of separating lovers deeply moved the woman, but she couldn't ignore the strange feeling it evoked.

Is the young man lying on the ground really the girl's sweetheart? To her, it sounds like the girl has no feelings for him at all.

"If you agree to take care of him for me, these ten taels of gold are yours."

The woman's eyes lit up immediately. She was a widow with no source of income. If she had these ten taels of gold, she wouldn't have to worry about the rest of her life.

Upon seeing this, Ning Fusang placed ten taels of gold in the woman's palm.

"I entrust my beloved to your care. I will come to pick him up in twenty years, and I will give you another ten taels of gold then."

The woman pressed her advantage: "If I take good care of your beloved, miss, no, immortal master, I don't want gold, but could you give me an elixir?"

Ning Fusang said gently, "Of course."

"but--"

She paused slightly, then changed the subject, "I don't want him to leave Xingjiu Village even a step."

The woman nodded repeatedly: "I understand."

"That's good." Ning Fusang still had a gold ingot in her palm. She gently squeezed it, and the gold turned into gold dust, which fell onto the snow.

"If I return in twenty years and find no one here, you will drift away with the wind, just like this gold ingot."

The girl's voice was soft, yet it sent a chill down the widow's spine. She opened her eyes and looked around the courtyard, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. (End of Chapter)