Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Rong Jiang nodded solemnly: "Your subordinate understands."

He bowed respectfully and withdrew to the weapon-refining room to clean up the mess.

Various scraps of materials, furnace ash, and buckets of grass juice were piled haphazardly on the ground, making it impossible to step on them. The surface of the furnace was glowing red-hot, with steam rising from it.

Rong Jiang bent down to pick up the still usable metal fragments and crystals. In the white ash, she paused slightly when she touched a piece of crystalline white bone.

This is Fu Sanyuan's finger bone. When Lord Yaoling searched his soul, he discovered that Fu Sanyuan had concealed his knowledge of the Yuan Stealing Technique and had not mentioned the danger of backlash from this technique. Lord Yaoling silenced him and handed him over to himself, instructing him to burn Fu Sanyuan's body completely.

Unexpectedly, after a year of being tempered by fire, Fu Sanyuan still had some bone fragments left behind.

The bones of a cultivator at the seventh level of cultivation are indeed very strong after body tempering.

Rong Jiang put away the skeleton, planning to throw it into the sea when she took the ferry, to completely destroy the evidence.

After all, he was an inner disciple of the Miaokong Sect. If he disappeared without a trace, Miaokong Mountain would definitely look for him.

After an incense stick had burned, Rong Jiang cleaned up the weapon-refining room. He held a palm-sized bronze puppet in his hand and went to see Ning Fusang.

"Lord Yaoling, I've packed everything."

The lake splashed, and Qian Yuan emerged, his water stains vanishing instantly, and he wrapped his arms around the girl's wrist.

Ning Fusang opened the cave's protective barrier. "Let's go."

The two left the Linquan Cave and went their separate ways. Shangling City remained as bustling as ever, seemingly unchanged, but in reality, the various stalls had already seen several different groups of people come and go.

Shangling City is situated by the water, and the items sold at the stalls within the city are mainly sea beast demon cores and overseas immortal plants. The stalls selling magical artifacts mostly sell spirit nets, fish baskets, and tridents of various shapes.

Ning Fusang entered an elegant shop.

The cultivators in the shop came forward and asked, "What would you like to see, customer? Our Lingbao Pavilion has the most skilled weapon refiners in Shangling City. All the treasures in the shop are forged by our own weapon refiners, so the quality is absolutely guaranteed. You can rest assured, fellow Daoist."

Ning Fusang's gaze swept around the shop. Behind the transparent counters were all sorts of superior magical artifacts and treasures.

She had naturally heard of the Lingbao Pavilion; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen one of their weapon refiners to craft the Ten-Thousand-Year Lotus Root Silk Rope for her.

Ning Fusang flipped his wrist and took out a small token. "I've come to retrieve the things I refined at the Spirit Treasure Pavilion."

The gray-robed monk stared intently at the token in her hand, his expression becoming even more respectful. "Honored guest, please follow me."

Upon reaching the second floor, a maid immediately came to refill Ning Fusang's tea. After Ning Fusang sat for a while, a lean man came in carrying a long, narrow box.

"Fellow Daoist Yaoling, you've been waiting for a long time." The weapon refiner opened the wooden box and showed her the contents. "This is a ten-thousand-year-old lotus root silk rope that you commissioned Lingbao Pavilion to refine. Fellow Daoist Yaoling can check its quality."

The dark blue rope slowly floated up and landed in her palm. Ning Fusang tested its resilience, nodded in satisfaction, and paid the balance.

Behind the weapon refiner, an apprentice was carrying a large tray with several sets of magic robes neatly folded on it.

"These are a few bolts of mermaid silk that you gave to Lingbao Pavilion, which are used to make magic robes. Although they were made by my apprentice, you can rest assured, Fellow Daoist Yaoling, my disciple is quite skilled in weapon crafting."

The weapon refiner rambled on, "Superior magic robes are meticulously crafted, impervious to blades and spears, and unaffected by water and fire, but this is not absolute. Even the finest magic robes will develop cracks if attacked by peerless divine weapons or the spiritual fire of heaven and earth. Fellow Daoist Yaoling is knowledgeable and should know this, so I dare not guarantee that these magic robes made of mermaid silk can achieve such a level. However, under normal circumstances, water and fire will certainly not damage the magic robes."

Ning Fusang touched the texture of the robe, said nothing more, settled the bill decisively, and left Lingbao Pavilion.

Across from the teahouse, a young girl dressed in a cloud-embroidered dress suddenly changed her expression and said to the waiter, "I'll be gone for a while. After you wrap up the dragon sprout and phoenix grass, leave it here. I'll come back for it in a bit."

The girl hurried downstairs, bought a bracelet from a vendor, and relayed the message: "I think I saw Yao Ling, the female cultivator Lord Zhu Bei asked us to find. You should hurry back to Cuiwei Tower and report this." After the girl in the cloud-embroidered shirt finished speaking, she returned to the teahouse not long after, carrying the Dragon Sprout Phoenix Grass back to Luoxia Residence.

She was only out buying tea cakes and couldn't stay outside for too long, so she had to leave the task of delivering the message to someone else.

Cuiwei Tower.

Zhu Bei was in seclusion when the messenger informed Li Shuo of the news.

He thought for a moment and said, "Let Jin Yuan and Yan Huoyi send people to follow them, so as not to alert them."

"Lord Li Shuo... Yi is a member of the Yanhuo tribe, will he refuse?"

A hint of coldness appeared in Li Shuo's brows: "He is also a member of the Quan Sect."

"As the deputy sect leader, do you think I can't command him?"

The air pressure was low, and the messenger, his hands tucked into his sleeves, touched his arm, which was icy cold. Lord Li Shuo, whose temper was usually mild, was now enraged, which showed that the Yan Huo Clan, relying on their innate ability to breathe fire and their formidable fighting power, were becoming increasingly unruly within the Quan Sect.

The Yanhuo Clan's Dao is fire-oriented, while the Mermaid Clan's Dao is water-oriented. If a real fight were to break out, either Lord Zhubei or Lord Lishuo would be able to suppress Elder Yanhuo.

They are different from the merfolk, who are not good at fighting.

It's just asking Elder Yanhuo's clansmen to do a errand, not for his grandson Yanhuo to leave. If Elder Yanhuo can't even grant this request, he's really going too far.

"I will go and inform Jin Yuan and Yan Huoyi immediately."

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Meanwhile, Ning Fusang had already left the city.

The sword light shone southward, and she arrived at a body of water. She squatted down and placed the walnut spirit boat in her hand into the water.

The walnut boat grew longer in the wind, transforming into a covered boat, leaving a trail of watermarks on the surface.

With the oppressive aura of the abyss present, the underwater demons and monsters dared not cause any trouble, and the awning boat sailed very smoothly.

"Fusang, the wind is about to pick up."

"The silkworm spirit squinted and said, it was being blown away by the wind and was about to fly away, so it quickly crawled into a delicate lamp hanging at the bow of the boat.

The exquisite lamp resembles a football ball, with a large luminous pearl embedded inside, though it has little brightness during the day.

There was another lamp next to it, the Double Dragon Scissors Lamp that Ning Fusang found in the Kuge Mansion, which was actually an offensive magic weapon.

If Ning Fusang encounters any giant snakes or water monsters blocking his way while at sea, he doesn't need to take any action; the scissor-shaped lamp will automatically trigger and slay the monsters.

The gale battered the awning boat, causing the two lanterns to shake violently. Ning Fusang picked up a wind-stabilizing talisman, silently chanted an incantation, and commanded, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Go!"

The talisman was affixed to the bow of the boat to avoid the wind and waves, and the awning boat regained its stability.

Time passed silently, and before anyone knew it, the moon rose over the sea, and the black-awning boat had already left the area of ​​Shangling City.

Thousands of miles away, several figures, like monkeys under the moon, kept chasing the speed of the awning boat.

(End of this chapter)