Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

As soon as Yu Qiao opened the courtyard gate, before he could see anything clearly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He reached up to touch it, and warm blood gushed out.

The moment the stench of blood dissipated, Fu Sanyuan frowned and looked towards the door, where Yu Qiao's body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A young girl dressed in black with arrow-shaped sleeves stepped across the threshold.

"Who are you?" Fu Sanyuan stared at the girl who had come knocking on his door, his face ashen.

Ning Fusang smiled: "You thief from Miaokong Sect, are you so self-righteous because you rely on your mere early stage of the seventh realm?"

Fu Sanyuan was greatly alarmed.

The fact that the other party could see through his cultivation level at a glance could only mean that her strength was far superior to his.

Fu Sanyuan immediately threw out several fire and lightning beads and used his earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique for escaping) to try to escape.

But how could Ning Fusang possibly give him a chance to escape?
A flying sword was immediately pressed against Fu Sanyuan's brow.

A strong wind swept through the courtyard, and the gate to the small courtyard slammed shut with a loud bang.

Fu Sanyuan knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, saying, "This junior was blind and did not recognize your greatness. I have offended you, young lady. Please spare my life!"

The thief was very pragmatic and knew when to yield. He cried and said, "I'll hand over everything! Except for the treasures of Qingfeng Courtyard, as well as the treasures I've stolen from other cultivators over the years, I'm willing to offer them all to you, young lady. I only beg you to spare my life!"

Fu Sanyuan had witnessed her firsthand; she had killed Yu Qiao without uttering a word. Knowing that the swordsman before him was not someone to be trifled with, he could only desperately try to appear as sincere as possible.

Ning Fusang's eyes held a smile, but it didn't go as far as she looked at Fu Sanyuan and asked him casually, "If I kill you, won't all your treasures be mine too?"

Fu Sanyuan was sweating profusely, carefully choosing his words: "I wonder if there is anything else you need, young lady?"

Fu Sanyuan was a smart man and realized the deeper meaning in Ning Fusang's words.

If this unknown swordsman wanted to kill him for the treasure, he could have done it from the start. Given her personality, she probably wouldn't have given him so many opportunities to speak.

This shows that there is something of value in him that she values.

But he was a disciple of the Miao Kong Sect, despised by the righteous path, disliked by the demonic path, and hated by rogue cultivators. His only valuable asset was his hands...

Does she want me to help her steal some treasure?

If that's the case, Fu Sanyuan would actually feel relieved. This is precisely what the disciples of the Miaokong Sect excel at.

Ning Fusang's calm words caused a huge splash in Fu Sanyuan's heart.

She said, "I want to learn your Miaokong Sect's methods of taking things out of a bag."

Fu Sanyuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Learn...learn what?"

He quickly shook his head. "No, this is a closely guarded secret of our Miaokong Sect."

After a pause, Fu Sanyuan continued, "Unless you join our Miaokong Sect and become an outer disciple, it wouldn't be considered a violation of sect rules for me to teach you the art of taking things from a bag..."

With a thought, Ning Fusang sent the golden sword straight through Fu Sanyuan's right eye, splattering blood on her skirt. The girl didn't even blink, her posture unchanged.

Fu Sanyuan covered his eyes, cried out in pain, and felt as if his head was about to split open. He felt wind constantly blowing into the back of his head, and his whole body was in excruciating pain, yet his mind was perfectly clear.

His vision blurred, but the girl's cold voice rang clearly in his ears—

"Can I start teaching now?" Ning Fusang asked.

Rong Jiang subconsciously touched his eyes. Fortunately, he was more pragmatic than this little thief from Miao Kong Sect and directly offered up the Peach Killing Illusion, thus proving his worth once again.

Fu Sanyuan shivered all over, sweat poured down his face, and his lips turned pale. He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay."

Ning Fusang then put away the small sword clone of the Dragon Bone Sword with satisfaction, and gestured for Rong Jiang to feed him a Blood Clotting Pill. "Besides taking things out of nothing, your Miaokong Mountain should also have Qi Observation Technique, Spirit Stealing, Yuan Stealing, and Heavenly Secrets Theft. I want to learn all of these. Do you understand?"

Ning Fusang had taken the Illusionary Beauty Pill, so Fu Sanyuan didn't recognize her, but Ning Fusang did recognize the person in front of her.

A rogue cultivator, Yuan San.

If she still can't figure out by now that this little thief from the Miaokong Sect had ulterior motives for going up to the arena of the Five Continents Tournament, then all these years have been a complete waste.

Fu Sanyuan was the kind of person who only became honest after suffering a loss. He bowed his head to the ground and said honestly, "Senior, it's not that I'm trying to shirk responsibility, but I really don't know such a profound secret technique as stealing heavenly secrets."

Ning Fusang didn't need to think much to know that Fu Sanyuan wouldn't dare to lie to him.

After all, a secret technique like stealing heavenly secrets is indeed somewhat defying the heavens, so it's normal that Fu Sanyuan doesn't know it.

Ning Fusang didn't make things difficult for him, and calmly asked, "Besides stealing heavenly secrets, are you proficient in the other skills?"

This time, Fu Sanyuan's voice was much more confident, and he quickly said, "Yes!"

His senior brothers from the sect will also send him a teleportation token, at which point he will have a chance to escape the clutches of evil.

Fu Sanyuan could only console himself that he had made a mistake today, but he would pretend to be a snake for now and wait for the day when he could avenge his blindness!
Ning Fusang instructed Rong Jiang to tidy up the small courtyard and then rented a new cave dwelling.

She noticed that Fu Sanyuan's eyes were darting around, and he kept glancing at the cave key in her hand and the restrictions on the cave door.

"You understand the art of array formations?"

Ning Fusang suddenly spoke, startling Fu Sanyuan. His lips seemed to be stuck together, and he stammered for a long time without making a sound.

Fu Sanyuan was torn between telling the truth and not.

So, his plan to escape the cave using his expertise in enchantments has fallen through.

He couldn't keep quiet about it, but he also didn't dare to hide it.

Rong Jiang shouted sternly, "The adults are asking you a question, what are you pretending to be mute for?"

Fu Sanyuan gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke. A mere fourth-level weapon refiner, yet he dared to act so arrogantly, truly a dog relying on its master's power!
After much deliberation, Fu Sanyuan whispered, "I know a little bit."

Ning Fusang seemed very interested in this topic and asked, "How much is 'a little knowledge'? Does it reach the level of a Grandmaster?"

Fu Sanyuan shook his head vigorously: "You flatter me, sir. I really only know a little bit."

After he finished speaking, he realized that this was not clear enough, and fearing that Ning Fusang would strike him again, he quickly added: "It's just at the level of a master, not worthy of being presented to the public."

Ning Fusang didn't dwell on the issue.

Even if Fu Sanyuan understands restrictions, so what? He still can't break through his own barrier.

The cave was filled with spiritual energy, making it a small, peaceful haven. Rong Jiang was assigned two rooms: one was his bedroom, and the other served as his weapon-refining room.

Ning Fusang handed him the damaged Peach Blossom Illusion Map and asked, "Can it be repaired?"

When Rong Jiang opened the scroll, she saw that the peach blossoms in the painting were much more vibrant in color than before. A cut ran from the upper right corner of the scroll all the way down, almost reaching the bottom of the scroll.

"You've used the Peach Blossom Illusion, sir?" Rong Jiang murmured, touching the deep red peach blossom. "It can be cultivated, but it's a bit tricky. I'll give it my best."

Fu Sanyuan glanced curiously at the scroll. What kind of treasure was this? It looked quite extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)