Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Ning Fusang stood outside in the wind for a while before returning to the courtyard.

This line of work is destined to be free of any trouble or danger.

A large sect like the Beast Taming Sect would definitely eliminate any potential dangers along the route beforehand.

Even if some aquatic creatures cause trouble, there will be experts stationed on the island to handle the situation, so guests who have paid for the ferry don't need to worry about it.

Thirty years later, Ning Fusang could vaguely see the shadow of the Fengyan Ferry when he looked into the distance with his telescope.

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Shanngling City.

Rong Jiang used the spirit stones she had to rent a courtyard and set up various traps in it. She then went into seclusion to refine the water-repelling pearl. Before she knew it, more than three months had passed.

Before Rongjiang left the pass, Canling dared not close her eyes when she slept at night.

Every morning, noon, and evening, it would use its divine sense to search the vicinity for any villains.

Fortunately, both the banyan and the ginger were inconspicuous. If they were left in Shangling City, they would be like a drop of water falling into the ocean, and no one would notice them.

For the past three months, the courtyard has been unusually peaceful, and there have been no problems with Rong Jiang's refining of the water-repelling beads.

The silkworm spirit didn't know when he would emerge from seclusion, and being all alone, it felt a little bored.

The courtyard was square, with an array plate at each corner, forming a protective barrier. Colorless, transparent silk threads wove together into a complex defensive line, which the silkworm spirit could sense if anyone touched it.

This is a special ability that the silkworm spirit discovered when it was with the banyan ginger.

Rong Jiang also said that if these threads could be made stronger, they could be refined into a magical artifact, which would be extremely powerful, even more powerful than the Spirit Binding Rope.

The silkworm spirit didn't know what the Spirit Binding Rope was, so Rong Jiang explained it to it. The Spirit Binding Rope was a magical artifact made from the tendons of a dragon. It was incredibly tough. Once it bound a cultivator, it would be very difficult for the cultivator to mobilize their spiritual power, let alone break free from the Spirit Binding Rope.

The silk spun by the silkworm spirits would devour the spiritual power of cultivators. Rong Jiang wanted to refine a silkworm spirit net. The more a cultivator struggled within the net, the faster their spiritual power would be lost, and the more spiritual power the net would absorb, making the effect more significant.

Such a treasure is naturally more powerful than the Spirit Binding Rope.

However, the silk of the silkworm spirit was too brittle to trap people, so Rongjiang abandoned the idea.

The silkworm spirit didn't quite understand Rong Jiang's long, rambling speech about resilience, spiritual fire, and water immersion. Its mind was a mess; it only knew that the silk it spun was even more powerful than the sinews of the abyss.

Rounding up, it's more powerful than the Abyss.

The silkworm spirit was overjoyed. It turned out that even a weak insect could rival a dragon if it cultivated for a long enough time!
That's how it should be, really. How could 500,000 years be less than a mere 2,000 years?
When Fusang arrives at Shangling City, it will tell Fusang that it is not a useless piece of trash. Even a weak half-demon like Rongjiang can recognize insects with discerning eyes; Fusang should take it seriously again.

A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, revealing a few colorless, transparent silk threads. The silkworm spirit went to mend them.

A row of willow trees grows outside the courtyard wall. The willow branches are soft and sway gently, forming a natural green screen that separates the two small courtyards.

In the neighboring courtyard, a pair of fellow apprentices moved in.

The man in yellow was slender, with eyebrows drawn even more delicate than a woman's. Logically, such a unique feature should be easy to remember, but placed on a man's face, it made him completely unremarkable.

If a man draws on sword-like or thick eyebrows, it looks out of place.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the man's entire face, including his eyebrows, conforms to the word "harmony."

Because it is so harmonious, it is easy for people to overlook the willow leaf-shaped eyebrows.

The other person was also dressed in yellow, with an ordinary appearance and no memorable features; the kind of person who would disappear in the blink of an eye if lost in a crowd.

The man was Yu Qiao, who had just passed the assessment and officially become an inner disciple of the Miao Kong Sect. Accompanying him was Fu Sanyuan, who was in charge of supervising the assessment.

"Senior brother, is Miaokong Mountain in Dongyao Mingzhou?" Even though he had passed the test, Yu Qiao still didn't know the true location of Miaokong Sect.

They traveled from Yuling Prefecture to Zhong Prefecture, joined the excitement of the Five Prefectures Assembly, then went to Nanchun and Prefectures to participate in the trials, and now they have entered Ming Prefecture. After going through such a big circle, Yu Qiao couldn't help but think that Miaokong Sect was really mysterious.

I'm afraid that apart from the inner disciples of the Miaokong Sect, there is probably no one else in Zhongling Tianxia who can find the location of Miaokong Mountain.
Fu Sanyuan did not give Yu Qiao a clear answer, but smiled and said, "Since Junior Brother Yu Qiao has passed the test, he will naturally see Miaokong Mountain. Don't be impatient."

Yu Qiao: "..."

After a while, he couldn't help but ask again, "Senior Brother Fu, what are we doing in Shangling City?"

Fu Sanyuan uttered a single, enigmatic word: "Wait."

Yu Qiao asked in confusion, "Wait for what?"

This senior brother's words are really infuriating. Could it be that everyone in Miaokong Sect is like him? Yu Qiao vaguely felt that the so-called Miaokong Mountain might not be as wonderful as he thought.

Fu Sanyuan stopped teasing him, pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "We're waiting for someone to send us a teleportation token."

Yu Qiao sat down next to him, feigning curiosity.

"Very well, since you are already a disciple of the Miaokong Sect, it's alright for me to tell you these things in advance."

"Everyone knows that our Miaokong Sect is best at stealing techniques, but what they don't know is that Miaokong Mountain's expertise in array formations and talismans is also among the best in the world."

“Every disciple who leaves Miaokong Mountain can only be teleported back to the sect if they receive a teleportation token. When I received this task to test you, the sect reminded me to wait for the teleportation token in Shangling City.”

Yu Qiao thought to himself, "No wonder cultivators from all over the world can't find the location of Miao Kong Mountain. Even my own disciples have such trouble returning to the sect. Is this some kind of security measure against thieves?"

But then Yu Qiao thought about it again, weren't they thieves?

Thieves know best what makes them hateful; if the location of Miaokong Mountain is exposed, it will indeed be in danger.

Fu Sanyuan crossed his legs, lightly touched the ground with his toes, tilted his head, and looked at the courtyard wall behind the willow tree. "Junior Brother Yu Qiao, that seems to be the courtyard of a weapon refiner."

Yu Qiao's eyes widened: "Senior Brother Fu, you don't mean to ask me to steal it, do you?"

“We just moved in, and their yard was burglarized. Even if that weapon refiner is stupid, he'll suspect us!”

Fu Sanyuan smiled calmly: "It's just suspicion, there's no evidence, what's there to be afraid of?"

"A weapon refiner's wealth is not small."

Hearing this, Yu Qiao was somewhat tempted. If he didn't have an itch to steal other people's treasures, why would he join the Miao Kong Sect?

The silkworm spirit, having overheard the entire conversation between the two, suddenly widened its eyes and hurriedly flew towards Rong Jiang's weapon-refining room.

"Silkworms?"

Rong Jiang, who had just finished refining the weapon and emerged from seclusion, saw Can Ling running over in a panic and asked, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry? Has the master arrived?"

When the silkworm spirit saw the blue bead in his hand, she was taken aback: "You successfully refined the water-repelling bead?"

Rong Jiang smiled shyly and nodded: "Yes, I was just about to show it to you."

"Oh, never mind, now's not the time for that. I just heard two petty thieves trying to break in! What do we do now?"

(End of this chapter)