Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 259 Taking the Initiative to Form a Contract
"Moreover, if an ordinary dragon basket could capture it, Ayanami Island would not have suffered from constant earthquakes and tsunamis for hundreds of years."

The Lingbo Sect had used the Dragon Basket before, but the horns on the heads of the long barbarians were extremely sharp. While it wouldn't be easy to cut through the Dragon Basket, it would certainly take some effort to make a cut.

To resolve the problem of the long barbarians, we need to plan carefully and think things through thoroughly.

The sea rippled, and the small boat drifted leisurely forward.

About an hour later, a beautiful island appeared. The barrier enveloped the island, as if it were covered by a transparent dome.

Within the barrier, spring reigned all year round, and elegant crape myrtle flowers bloomed everywhere. Ning Fusang thought to herself, "It's fortunate that I encountered Xiao Bai and True Man Chi Xiao; otherwise, even if I had gotten past the Changman obstacle, I would have had to detour for hundreds of miles."

According to the rules of the mountain, one must detour whenever encountering any celestial force. Entering the territory of another celestial force without prior notice could very likely cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

If the other party is reasonable, it's fine; but if they have a fiery temper, a fierce battle is inevitable.

“Nephew Xiao Bai, young friend Yao Ling, we have arrived at Lingbo Sect. Why don’t we go ashore for a chat?” True Man Chixiao put away his Youhuang Staff, tucked it into his waistband, and made a gesture of invitation.

Ning Fusang smiled and said, “Thank you for your kindness, Senior Chixiao, but I am just passing through this sea area, so I will not bother you.”

Upon hearing this, True Man Chixiao's face showed a slight look of disappointment. "In that case, I will not insist."

To be honest, at this critical juncture, the sudden appearance of a sword cultivator of unknown origin made True Person Chixiao wary. He originally wanted to slowly probe the other party's background, but the other party's departure so readily suggested that he was just passing by.

This made True Man Chixiao wonder if he was overthinking things.

After traveling a hundred miles west, Ning Fusang sensed that the people following him were slowing down and heading in the opposite direction.

Silkworm Spirit yawned, her tone languid: "Are you from Ayanami Island?"

Ning Fusang nodded and said, "Master Chixiao is worried about me, so he sent someone to follow and keep an eye on things. Let them go."

After leaving the territory of Ayanami Island, the first rays of dawn appeared on the sea, as if the edge of the night was being gently unveiled.

Ning Fusang rode his sword through the air and used his telescope to survey the road ahead. It was still an endless ocean with no special markings.

She remained relatively calm. Searching for the ruins of the Merfolk's royal court in the sea was like finding a needle in a haystack, and Ning Fusang had long been mentally prepared for that.

"Let's take the waterway."

She said something and dived into the sea. Qianyuan carried Ning Fusang through schools of small fish, swimming forward with ease.

In the deep sea, the light was dim, and occasionally strangely shaped little fish would dart past her, staring curiously at Ning Fusang's luminous pearl lamp.

She flicked her sleeve to drive away the small sea creatures surrounding her, and carefully pondered the clues left by the song of sorrow.

The inscription on the scabbard reads: "Crossing the Sea of ​​Oblivion is where peace of mind lies."

There is a saying in the world: "Where my heart finds peace is my home." So the place of peace that the song of sorrow speaks of should be the homeland of the mermaid race.

This homeland lies behind the Sea of ​​Oblivion.

But Bitter Song did not leave any information about the Sea of ​​Oblivion on the scabbard.

Ning Fusang fell into deep thought, and the silkworm spirit called to her, "Fusang—"

"What is it?" she asked calmly, snapping out of her reverie.

Silkworm Spirit looked back warily. "I just used my divine sense to explore the surroundings, and I think I can sense Changman's aura again..." "Changman?" Ning Fusang turned around and sat down, whispering, "We've already passed the Snow Coral Sea area. What is it doing following us? It's like a persistent ghost."

Ning Fusang made a hand seal, and the flying sword shot out with a "whoosh." Two breaths later, waves of water rushed in.

On the dark seabed, it seemed as if two cold moons had fallen, and upon closer inspection, they were the eyes of a barbarian.

Its body lines were smooth, without any disharmonious or abrupt changes. It swam very fast and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Ning Fusang, wagging its tail.

Ahead lay a bottomless trench, its long, slender body spanning it like a white jade bridge.

Ning Fusang wielded his twin swords and charged towards Changman. The latter raised his head and let out a clear whistle, the sound waves of which were so piercing that they caused the surrounding sea beasts to flee in terror.

Qianyuan swiftly darted out, gripping Changman's body, and thrust his sword at Changman's head. Changman tilted its head back and used its horn to catch it, with a "sizzle" sound, sparks flying everywhere.

Ning Fusang pointed her longsword at its tail and swung it backhand, but the barbarian twisted its body and barely avoided the tail-severing sword.

Changman, in a giant carp-like rolling motion, unleashed waves from the seabed, crashing towards Ning Fusang and sending her flying several meters away.

Qian Yuan instantly appeared dozens of feet away, blocking her retreat with his body, and said in a deep voice, "This Moon Gazing Fish Dragon Changman is probably at the half-step Spirit Realm level."

Ning Fusang took a breath and summoned the Dragon Bone Sword. The bone sword glowed with a faint golden light, and as soon as it appeared, the surroundings became bright. When Changman saw this familiar sword, he blinked, and in the blink of an eye, the moon rose and set.

"Isn't a half-step Spirit Realm still a Knowledge Realm?" Ning Fusang unleashed the Myriad Swords Return to Origin technique, sending countless flying swords flying relentlessly towards Changman.

"Yo~"

The long barbarian emitted a clear, melodious cry like a deer's call, its snow-white tail crashing down and crushing hundreds and thousands of flying swords.

Ning Fusang flicked her wrist with her sword, aiming for Changman's abdomen. Changman reacted swiftly, shrinking to only two fingers' length, nimbly circling the blade, and darting to the back of Ning Fusang's hand, where it opened its mouth and bit down.

Even though she had been training her body, blood still instantly appeared on the back of her hand. Ning Fusang brushed away the now petite and delicate Changman, who crashed into a coral tree, rolled on the spot, and slipped into the small hole formed by the intersecting coral branches.

The golden bone sword cleaved down heavily, splitting the coral tree in two. Ning Fusang was about to raise her sword to sweep it away when she suddenly stopped.

There is a force of contract within him, which has transformed from the illusory to the real.

She looked at Changman with a surprised expression.

Does it want to form a bond with itself?
The little fish hanging on the coral branch looked incredibly docile, even nodding its head.

This made Ning Fusang very suspicious. The murderous Wangyue Fish-Dragon from before was another sea beast, but the sword mark on Changman's head was made by her own hand. Ning Fusang couldn't possibly not recognize it.

After a moment's thought, she decided not to resist the power of the contract. After all, the Moon Gazing Fish Dragon's combat strength was quite considerable, and since it had offered itself up, she had no reason not to accept it.

After making a contract with Changman, Ning Fusang was able to communicate with it.

She first asked the Moon Gazing Fish-Dragon a question: "Your name is Changman, right?"

It shook its head, let out a soft "Awoo!", and circled the bubble twice. Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow. "Your name is Manman?"

"Forget it, let's just call him Changman."

It seemed to be thinking, then finally nodded. Ning Fusang sheathed the Dragon Bone Sword and asked again, "Why did you block our path in the sea earlier?"

The long barbarian chattered away, its language quite rich, and it took Ning Fusang a long time to understand its meaning. Lianzhu Sanren had taught it that if it encountered trouble, it could seek help from human cultivators, but unfortunately, the two races couldn't understand each other's languages.