Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Rong Jiang looked troubled and said in a low voice, "My lord, I am not very talented. I may not be able to complete the task you assigned in a month... but I will do my best."

Ning Fusang looked at him and said, "Your cultivation level is already at the peak of the fourth level. I have read the 'Undying Scripture' mental cultivation method of the Biwu Demon Lord. It is very suitable for the cultivation of the plant-based demon race. You also have countless rare and precious materials to assist you. If you still cannot break through the realm even with all this, it is not just that you are dull-witted."

"You want to avenge the massacre of the entire Kuru Valley? Do you expect me to do it?" Ning Fusang's voice was slightly cold, and her words were ruthless. "I won't help you."

Rong Jiang shook her head: "This is my own grudge, and I should avenge it myself. I never thought of asking you, sir, to do it for me."

He will forge the most powerful magical artifacts in the world and use the skills that the Valley of Withered Glory excels at to avenge his sect.

Rong Jiang clenched her fist, her tone becoming much firmer, "This subordinate thanks you for your guidance, sir. I will strive to cultivate and improve myself to share your burdens!"

Ning Fusang didn't care about Rong Jiang's declaration of loyalty. He waved his hand, signaling him to go out and close the door behind him.

As Rong Jiang left the room, she saw Fu Sanyuan peeking in her direction and immediately questioned him in a deep voice, "Were you eavesdropping on my conversation with the adults?"

In the days that Lord Yaoling was away, those thieves from Miaokong Sect were openly and secretly trying to find out about the Lord's background. They really thought he was a fool, so Rongjiang naturally didn't give them a good look.

To be honest, he had absolutely no idea about Lord Yaoling's background. All Rong Jiang knew was that she primarily cultivated swordsmanship and had a dragon and a silkworm by her side.

As for why Ning Fusang's cultivation level suddenly changed again and why he came to Shangling City, Rong Jiang was actually very puzzled.

However, he vaguely guessed that Ning Fusang's preparations seemed to be for setting sail.

Rong Jiang didn't know if Ning Fusang would take him along, but she was more inclined to believe that she wouldn't.

Just like last time at Xianzhangtan, she made herself take a ferry to Shangling City to live in seclusion, and this time it should be the same decision.

Fu Sanyuan stubbornly insisted, "Don't slander me! If I were eavesdropping on the adults' conversation, wouldn't they have noticed?"

He's just a lowly half-demon, only at the fourth level of cultivation, yet he acts so arrogantly and bullies others. He's just no match for this female demon, not because his cultivation is lower than hers.

In Zhonglingtianxia, ​​strength is paramount. As a dignified seventh-level cultivator, when had he ever suffered such humiliation, being pointed at and scolded by a fourth-level cultivator?

Fu Sanyuan curled his lip in disdain. So what if he knows how to refine weapons? What's so great about that?

I wonder if the senior brothers in Shangling City have discovered that there are non-disciples who know the art of taking things out of a bag.

As long as they discover that someone has used a trick to steal other people's storage bags, they will definitely be able to follow the clues and find the Linquan Cave!

Fu Sanyuan was still dreaming, unaware that Ning Fusang hadn't actually gone out to practice her "taking things out of a bag" technique. Instead, she had spent the last ten days or so at Luoxia Residence learning the "Star-Tracing Technique."

Rong Jiang snorted, stopped arguing with him, and went straight back to her room.

The noise outside subsided, and Canling turned her head to see Ning Fusang taking the sword sheath out of the mermaid's blood. In the sunlight, the ice-blue sword sheath was breathtakingly beautiful.

A line of text appeared, and Ning Fusang curled her lips into a smile, saying in a low voice, "Just as I thought."

Kuge still cared about his people and made a change to the scabbard. If the scabbard returned to the Merfolk, they would cross the Sea of ​​Oblivion and return to their homeland.

Silkworm Spirit was taken aback: "The Forgotten Sea? Is there something wrong with this sea area?"

Having heard the legend of the Sea of ​​Oblivion, Ning Fusang slowly said, "Everyone who tries to cross the Sea of ​​Oblivion will lose themselves on the sea and eventually forget why they came here. They will either sink into the sea and perish here, or they will turn back and never be able to cross the Sea of ​​Oblivion again."

Silkworm Spirit pondered, "Since the Sea of ​​Oblivion is so difficult to cross, how do the Merfolk return to their homeland? Or are they unaffected by the power of the Sea of ​​Oblivion?" "I don't know either." Ning Fusang stroked the scabbard, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her voice calm, "Perhaps there are other ways to return home, known only to the Merfolk. Or perhaps the Merfolk are drawn to water and are indeed unaffected by the Sea of ​​Oblivion; in any case, they won't drown in the sea."

Ku Ge didn't leave a specific route on the scabbard because he was wary of her; this clue wasn't meant for her to see.

As for how to cross the Sea of ​​Oblivion, that's not something we need to consider right now.

Ning Fusang did not know the location of the Forgotten Sea; it was not on any of the maps of Zhongling World.

In the past, the Merfolk royal court was destroyed, and the Merfolk race crossed the Sea of ​​Oblivion and came to the outer seas. They were discovered by cultivators from the world of Zhongling, and thus a craze for catching Merfolk swept the world.

From this history, Ning Fusang speculated that perhaps some devastating disaster occurred on the other side of the Forgotten Sea, making the area uninhabitable, which is why the Merfolk left their homeland.

Over the years, if the site of the Merfolk Royal Court is restored, it will be the best place for the Merfolk race to go.

Therefore, the merfolk of today have once again developed the desire to return to their homeland.

Even though the seas where the Merfolk Royal Court is located are still in ruins, it is better to die on one's homeland than to die in the world of Zhongling.

Ning Fusang sheathed her sword and left the Linquan Cave again. However, this time she was only gone for a few hours, to find a weapon refiner to make lotus root silk rope, and to take the opportunity to refine the several bolts of mermaid silk given to her by the Hermit of Luoxia into a magic robe.

The silk fabric remains dry in water, is light and flowing, and allows for greater ease of movement in water compared to ordinary robes.

After dealing with these trivial matters, Ning Fusang closed his cave and devoted himself to learning the art of stealing spirits and absorbing essence from Fu Sanyuan.

The art of stealing spirits, as the name suggests, involves stealing the spiritual power of others. However, this secret technique has a time limit and is difficult to succeed. According to Fu Sanyuan, it is actually quite useless.

"You just need to teach; you don't need to worry about anything else."

Fu Sanyuan said "Oh" and continued to teach the mental cultivation method. As he spoke, his mouth became dry. "Sir, may I have some tea before I continue?"

After receiving Ning Fusang's approval, Fu Sanyuan ran into the house, grabbed the teapot, drank two mouthfuls of cold tea, and returned to the lawn to continue his story.

"In fact, cultivators can prevent theft of spirit, theft of essence, and theft of destiny. So basically, once this method is used on a person, it will be very difficult to succeed a second time."

Ning Fusang frowned slightly, as she had no idea how to prevent the Miaokong Sect from using their theft methods.

It seems she still needs to make time to visit the auction house in Shangling City and buy some methods to prevent theft.

Ning Fusang remained expressionless, gesturing for him to continue.

Fu Sanyuan spoke fluently and eloquently, displaying an attitude of speaking freely and without reservation. In the end, he talked about stealing the Yuan.

“A cultivator’s lifespan is also limited. Stealing essence can replenish one’s life force at the last moment, but this method can only be used once in a lifetime.”

This is my trump card for survival. Although I don't need it now, it's always good to have more skills.

Ning Fusang noted down the key points of this method, glanced at Fu Sanyuan, and did not intend to keep him alive any longer.

(End of this chapter)