Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Ning Fusang accepted the gifts from the Hermit of Luoxia and returned to his hermitage in the forest and springs.

Along the way, something subtle seemed to be following her.

Ning Fusang glanced back and saw the streets bustling with activity. Countless vendors were selling magical artifacts, array plates, elixirs, and exotic plants from overseas.

"Hey, fairy lady, would you like a wind-catching net?" The cultivator in gray robes saw Ning Fusang standing on the street, so he came out from behind the vendors to solicit business.

"My wind-catching net, once laid out, can capture sounds within a hundred miles. It is an essential item for sailing. I offer three thousand spirit stones..."

Ning Fusang shook her head. "No need."

For Ning Fusang, the area within a hundred miles was nothing; Qian Yuan, Can Ling, and even she herself could all hear it.

Furthermore, the telescope in her hand can now observe scenes five hundred miles away, which is far superior to the wind-catching net.

Undeterred, the gray-robed cultivator followed her a few steps further. "Besides the wind-catching net, I also have spirit nets and fish baskets for catching sea beasts. Fellow Daoist, please take a look!"

Ning Fusang coldly repeated two words: "No need."

The gray-robed monk let out a long sigh of relief, watching her walk further and further away. He turned back to his stall, lifted a long strip of golden leaf used to weave the dragon basket, and underneath it was a tiny figure the size of a thumb.

The little figure, dressed in clothes woven from lotus leaves and wearing a small hat, looked in the direction Ning Fusang had left and muttered, "That female cultivator's perception is too strong; I was almost discovered by her."

The gray-robed cultivator sighed, "Indeed, in Shangling City, there are so many auras, mixed together, yet she was able to distinguish one from the others. It seems that the task assigned by Lord Zhubei will not be completed."

The little man in the green lotus robe jumped onto the back of the cultivator's hand, was lifted above his head, and hid inside the cultivator's hair.

When they returned to Linquan Cave, only Fu Sanyuan came to greet Ning Fusang.

He flashed a fawning smile, and Ning Fusang walked straight past him into her room, leaving Fu Sanyuan alone and embarrassed, thinking to himself, "What has that female demon been up to these days? She's been so secretive."

Looking at the closed room, Fu Sanyuan couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that he went out to practice his 'taking things out of a bag' technique, and that's why he came into the room as soon as he returned to check his loot?"

For Fu Sanyuan, checking his harvest was the happiest thing, so he couldn't help but project his own experience onto others.

inside the house.

Ning Fusang poured the mermaid blood into a basin. Canling, perched on the spiral-shaped candlestick, poked her head out and asked curiously, "Fusang, what do you need the mermaid blood for?"

"Although merfolk are as valuable as dragons, they are still a step behind. The treasures on a dragon's body are far more precious than those of a merfolk. Dragon blood can be of some help in improving cultivation, but merfolk blood is completely useless."

Ning Fusang ignored it, and with a flick of his wrist, a sword sheath appeared in his palm.

It was a scabbard that Ku Ge had given her that day, to match the Fish-Hidden Sword.

Ning Fusang submerged the scabbard in the mermaid's blood and left it to stand, merely guessing that there might be some reaction.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the vines, casting dappled shadows on the window, the shadows larger than the silkworm spirit itself.

Outside, a boy's clear and gentle voice rang out: "My lord, I heard from Fu Sanyuan that you have returned."

Ning Fusang flicked her finger, the door opened, and she said calmly, "Come in."

Rong Jiang dusted himself off before entering the house. He carried several drawings to the table. “Lord Yao Ling, these are the Dreamwing Bird Demon Core and the Eight-Tailed Heavenly Fox Demon Core that you gave me to refine into magical treasures. Here are some preliminary drawings of the magical treasures that I drew. Please take a look.”

It must be said that Rong Jiang was very efficient, especially in that he understood his own position very well. Apart from his slightly lower cultivation level, Ning Fusang had no complaints. She took a few drawings and looked them over. Rong Jiang had three plans in total, and for each plan, the forging method used, the materials required, and the time required were all clearly marked.

Because Rong Jiang knew that Ning Fusang was not skilled in alchemy, she tried to make the plan as simple and detailed as possible.

Fifteen minutes later, Ning Fusang finished reviewing the three plans and pulled out the last drawing. "Let's make the magic weapon in the shape of a heart-protecting mirror."

She dipped her brush in vermilion, drew a few lines on the drawing, and said, "The rope doesn't need to be strung with beads, and it shouldn't be too complicated or fancy. Keep it as simple as possible."

Rong Jiang noted them down one by one and went through them in his mind. The first material that could be used to make rope was actually the tendons of a dragon, but he quickly realized that dragons were of the same kind as those from the Abyss, and that this might cause a misunderstanding, so he quickly suppressed the thought.

It's not surprising that Rong Jiang reacted this way, since the dragon tendon is a refining material that every weapon refiner dreams of.

Even if I can't use the dragon tendons to forge weapons, I'd be satisfied just to touch them.

After pondering for a moment, Rong Jiang asked, "If you twist the ten-thousand-year-old lotus root fibers into rope, soak it in Xuanming Water, and then refine it with fire for several months, the rope will be soft yet extremely resilient. What do you think, sir?"

"It just so happens that the Xuanming Water is lapis lazuli in color, and the color is not bright."

Upon hearing the word "several months," Ning Fusang frowned slightly and shook her head: "That's too long."

She said, "I will leave Shangling City in a year at most."

Rongjiang was somewhat at a loss.

He wanted to refine the item properly, so he definitely couldn't reduce the time allotted, otherwise the effect wouldn't be as good. But Lord Yaoling couldn't give him that much time.

Just as he was racking his brains for a backup plan, a light voice came from above, "Is there a substitute for the ten-thousand-year-old lotus root rope you mentioned? If so, just go to Shangling City and buy one. If not, I will find another weapon refiner to refine the rope, and you can continue refining the magic weapon. The two can be done at the same time without delaying the process."

Rong Jiang's eyes lit up, and she said with heartfelt admiration, "Your Excellency is wise; I was narrow-minded."

"Alright, I'll take care of the rope problem. For the next few days, you don't need to refine any weapons. Focus on raising your cultivation to the fifth level first."

Ning Fusang generously sent out a bunch of rare and precious materials.

Rong Jiang's cultivation level was far too low, perhaps due to his half-demon physique. She had read in books that half-demons were either pitifully weak or ridiculously strong.

Clearly, Rong Jiang does not belong to the latter group. Most half-demons are pitifully weak, so their status is low, only slightly better than that of the alien race.

Rong Jiang's cultivation level is considered quite good among half-demons. The old weapon refiner of Ku Rong Valley has never mistreated him, giving him piles of cultivation resources, but he has only managed to reach the fourth level.

The most crucial point is that Rongjiang doesn't have a suitable exercise method for herself.

Rong Jiang hasn't had time to study the jade slip containing the cultivation method that Ning Fusang passed down to the Biwu Demon Lord.

Ever since he started following Ning Fusang, he has been constantly traveling and refining weapons.

“My lord… if I go into seclusion to improve my cultivation level, I might not be able to refine the magic weapon within a year,” Rong Jiang said hesitantly.

Ning Fusang glanced at him, her tone flat, "Did I give you a lot of time to go into seclusion?"

"Breaking through to the fifth level within a month will not affect the progress of the magic weapon's forging."

(End of this chapter)