Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The three boarded the small boat, and Master Chixiao entrusted the task of rowing the boat to Xiao Bai.

The spirit boat was entirely black, without any gaps, and looked as if it had been carved from a giant tree that had been cut off at both ends.

The waves rose and fell, but subsided automatically when the ship entered a radius of three miles.

This spirit boat is of far superior quality to Ning Fusang's walnut boat.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the spirit boat had already left the desolate mountain. The salty wind from the sea, carrying heavy moisture, blew past Ning Fusang's sleeves, but not a drop of water got on them.

The silk fabric remains dry even when submerged in water, so the robes made from it will only be of even higher quality.

A huge moon hung overhead.

For some reason, the moon over the sea always seems bigger, rounder, and brighter. The shimmering light, rising and falling with the waves, sometimes gathers and sometimes disperses, appearing exceptionally lively, yet always revealing a sense of tranquility and peace.

The silkworm spirit spoke in its mind: "Fusang, those Changman seem to be following us again."

Ning Fusang glanced at True Person Chixiao without showing any emotion. He had not yet noticed Changman's movements. The spiritual sense of a Spirit Realm expert was not as strong as that of the Silkworm Spirit.

Turning his gaze back to the water, Xiao Bai gripped the black bamboo pole and paddled backward, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy seeping from the pole.

The origin of this black bamboo pole must be extraordinary; Ning Fusang looked at it and it seemed more like some kind of magical artifact.

The fact that Master Chixiao trusted Xiao Bai so much to row the boat, and that Xiao Bai's skill in using the black bamboo pole, suggests that the two are very close.

Ning Fusang recalled what True Person Chixiao had said before: the loss of spiritual energy on the island would be deducted from Xiao Bai's reward.

Xiao Bai had also told her that he was going to sea to do sect missions.

Connecting the two, it's not hard to guess that Xiao Bai's sect mission is related to the Lingbo Sect. Ning Fusang thought that Xiao Bai must have gone to the Lingbo Sect to set up an array.

Moreover, it is highly likely that this formation was created to defend against the Changman.

As they passed through the narrow pass between the two mountains, Master Chixiao suddenly spoke up: "Give me the bamboo pole."

After Master Chixiao spoke, Xiao Bai immediately returned the solid bamboo to him, rubbed his hands together, looked at the narrow opening that resembled a skylight, and thought to himself, "That beast Changman is probably going to come out and block the way again."

He drifted from the western sea to this Spiritless Sea, intending to go to Lingbo Island through this opening, but was intercepted by Changman and forced to fight him. However, he was no match for Changman and was slashed seven or eight times by its horn.

Having finally reached the shore, he only had time to set up a few simple formations before fainting. Xiao Bai couldn't help but look at Ning Fusang, thinking to himself, "Fellow Daoist Yaoling fought with Changman and was able to escape unscathed. It seems that his strength is above mine."

Suddenly, the spirit boat lurched. Xiao Bai grabbed the black bamboo of True Man Chixiao, quickly withdrew his hand, and rummaged in his sleeve for something, his right hand clenched into a fist.

boom--!
The pressure from the bottom of the spirit boat caused a column of water to shoot into the sky, propelling the small boat high into the air. Ning Fusang lightly touched the ground with her toes, stepping on the flying sword, and landed in a safe position.

The tranquil seawater began to boil, and a faint, almost imperceptible cry of a mandarin duck reached Ning Fusang's ears. Ning Fusang gripped the Red Beauty Sword tightly.

Master Chixiao, holding a black bamboo pole, caught the spirit boat and tilted it slightly, allowing the spirit boat to fall into his palm along the bamboo pole.

True Man Chixiao put the spirit boat into his sleeve, grasped the black bamboo with one hand, and stirred it in the water. Ning Fusang heard several solid knocking sounds.

A thousand waves surged on the water's surface, and a sea beast that resembled both a fish and a dragon flew out.

True Immortal Chixiao coldly rebuked, "A mere tenth-realm beast dares to venture out of the sea and fight with humans? You're courting death!" He swung his black bamboo sword horizontally, striking the long barbarian on the back. The long barbarian, with its thick hide, seemed oblivious to the pain. It let out a long howl, soaring higher and higher, spitting out a mouthful of icy blue flame, heading straight for Ning Fusang!

Seeing this, Xiao Bai thought to himself, "It seems that Fellow Daoist Yaoling has beaten that vengeful little beast Changman very badly. He's here to take revenge."

He shouted, "Fellow Daoist Yaoling, be careful!"

Ning Fusang cleaved the icy blue flames with a single sword strike, sparks flying to both sides, and the clouds in the sky instantly turned into water vapor, dissipating into the air.

Changman's eyes were like white moons, gleaming with a clear, sharp light. Because they carried a murderous aura, a faint red color rose from the edge of the white jade plate, spreading out like a blood mist.

Its horns are exceptionally beautiful, resembling curved swords with a sharpened back, their cold gleam capable of easily slicing through the flesh of sea beasts. As a result, the Changman has always reigned supreme in this sea area.

Xiao Bai narrowed his eyes and noticed a hole in its head. The wound looked fresh. Was this the work of Fellow Daoist Yao Ling?

No wonder Changman chased after her as soon as he emerged from the water.

That wretch always holds a grudge.

In its early years, Ayanami Island besieged it, but it escaped. Not long after, this beast summoned a wave of sea monsters from other seas and launched a massive attack on Ayanami Island, breaking through the island's protective barrier. It was he who came to repair the magic array.

The long barbarian spun around, trapping Ning Fusang. Suddenly, it thrust its head forward, trying to cleave her apart with its horn. Ning Fusang gripped her sword with both hands, blocking the curved blade. A clear, cold light gleamed in her eyes.

A black bamboo pole emerged from the clouds, pushing aside the head of the long barbarian. It raised its head and roared at the upside-down, hook-shaped cultivator, spewing out a large amount of flames.

Master Chixiao clapped his hands, spun around, and shouted, "Netherworld Bamboo Cudgel—"

The black bamboo flew out with a "whoosh" and landed in the hands of True Man Chixiao. He struck Changman's head heavily with the stick, causing Changman's facial flesh to twist almost distorted.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ning Fusang broke free, made hand seals to control her sword, and sent hundreds of red swords hurtling towards Changman.

A burst of light engulfed the Changman. At that moment, the Youhuang Cudgel swept out, striking the Changman until it was dizzy and disoriented. It bared its teeth and roared before diving into the sea.

Ning Fusang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Changman should not reappear. As expected, only the intervention of a Spirit Realm expert could successfully get through this section of the road.

If it were just her and Qian Yuan, who knows how long they would have to stay here and fight Chang Man.

Ning Fusang wasn't afraid of wasting time, but each fight with Changman consumed a lot of her spiritual energy, which resulted in a huge loss of spirit stones.

True Man Chixiao summoned the small boat again and said, "This beast has never learned its lesson. If it hadn't escaped so quickly, I would have skinned it alive and gutted it to prevent it from coming out again to stir up trouble and cause havoc in the area."

Lingbo Island suffered greatly from this, and Master Chixiao naturally harbored deep hatred and loathing for Changman, making no attempt to conceal it in his words.

Xiao Bai tucked his hands into his sleeves and said, "The Moon Gazing Fish Dragon is not so easy to kill. After a thousand years, even a pig can develop intelligence. Not to mention this Changman, which has followed Lianzhu Sanren and cultivated for a period of time. It is naturally not an ordinary sea beast that can be compared with it."

He pulled his hand out of his sleeve, stroked his chin, and pondered: "The 'Moon Gazing Fish' is named after the character 'Jiao' (蛟). Does it have any connection with the Jiaolong (蛟龙)? If the Changman (长蛮) belongs to the Jiaolong family, perhaps it can be captured using a Jiaolong basket."

"Even Lianzhu Sanren can make Changman Shouzong. If Lingbo Island can control Changman, it might not be a bad thing."

Master Chixiao poured cold water on him: "With Changman's temperament, my Lingbo Sect can't stand him."

(End of this chapter)