Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The spirit boat drifted aimlessly, heading into a thick, white fog.

The sound of the water was cold and astringent, carrying a chill. Ning Fusang reached out and touched the wall of the spirit boat, feeling a handful of white frost.

The water in this sea area is exceptionally cold, and even Changman is reluctant to stay in the sea, so he ran to the spirit boat.

Ning Fusang placed a jade fish tank on the table, filled with spiritual spring water, where Changman lay down, taking a leisurely nap.

Suddenly, it abruptly opened its eyes, its cold, white, disc-shaped eyes showing a hint of wariness. The long barbarian's reaction indicated it sensed a threat.

Ning Fusang lightly tapped the scabbard with her finger, and the flying sword flew out, clearing a path. The thick fog was swept away by the sword wind, but quickly closed again, completely blocking the way ahead.

“Fusang, this fog is very strange. My divine sense can't penetrate it very well. I can only detect a range of several dozen miles around.”

Ning Fusang nodded, indicating that she understood.

At this moment, the sound of a sword humming came from the mist, and a sharp sword aura attacked from the front. Ning Fusang lightly tapped the table, and the scabbard floated up. With a "whoosh", the flying sword went back into the scabbard, fitting perfectly.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, caught the sword, stood on the roof of the awning boat, and looked ahead.

Enveloped in thick fog, she had no vision; the world was a pure white, and she knew not what dangers lurked within. Ning Fusang used her magic to retrieve a small silk fan from the table.

The fan surface of the small fan is made of a very elegant green gauze, embroidered with bright yellow osmanthus trees. The slender and rounded handle is made of a kind of spiritual wood that even Ning Fusang does not recognize. It has a very pleasant fragrance, like sandalwood, which is mellow and long-lasting, and occasionally reveals a sense of coolness.

Ning Fusang waved her fan, and a light breeze spread out, stirring up the mist on the road and allowing her to see clearly what was ahead.

Further on, white ice floes floated on the water, and through the gaps, you could see that the water was black, looking like spilled ink that hadn't spread.

Ning Fusang glanced at the water beneath the spirit boat again; it was still a deep blue, but the color was also very close to black.

After thinking it over, Ning Fusang realized that the waters ahead were deep and cold, with reefs and ice floes, making it impossible for the spirit boat to pass. So, he put away the spirit boat, took the lantern in his hand, and rode forward on his sword.

Changman was inside the ram's horn lantern, his eyes pressed against the lantern wall, searching for something.

Ning Fusang guessed that there might be a sea beast here that even the Changman people were somewhat wary of, but he didn't know exactly what kind of creature it was.

Based on the time she went out to sea, it should still be summer now. This place is not far north, so the sea should not be frozen. Such an unusual phenomenon must be caused by other reasons.

Ning Fusang narrowed her eyes as she recalled the direction from which the flying sword had been thrown back. The Crimson Sword was just an ordinary seventh-tier spirit sword, without a sword spirit, and it was not her natal flying sword, so she could not get much feedback.

With this in mind, Ning Fusang drew his Dragon Bone Sword and commanded, "Go."

The lingering dragon energy in the air made Changman sniff and take two deep breaths. It swam to the mouth of the ram's horn lantern bottle and looked at the golden dagger; the bone sword instantly disappeared into the mist.

Ning Fusang's connection with the Dragon Bone Sword was very close. After about half a cup of tea, she felt that something had taken control of the Dragon Bone Sword and it did not throw the sword back as before.

She chuckled softly, "You have good taste."

He didn't even glance at the seventh-tier spirit sword, throwing it back directly, while he kept the dragon bone sword.

Based on the location of the Dragon Bone Sword, Ning Fusang could accurately find the direction. She thrust out several swords, and a series of "crack" sounds rang out as the ice layer broke and sank into the cold seawater.

Amidst the gurgling sounds, there was also the rattling of chains. Ning Fusang glanced down and saw seawater surging up, and gleaming iron chains shot out from the water, sweeping towards her face. Ning Fusang blocked with her sword, pressed down on the chains, and leaped onto a glacier. The world was a pale white, and in it, a woman with black hair and blue clothes, barefoot, was tightly gripping her dragon bone sword, fighting against the sword spirit.

"return--"

Ning Fusang only shouted once, and the golden flying sword struggled violently, slashing the woman's cheek before returning to Ning Fusang's hand.

As the woman's hand touched her cheek, the smear of blood slowly healed. She glanced down at the blood in her hand and smiled faintly, "A sword made of dragon bone, indeed extraordinary."

Ning Fusang was surprised to encounter someone in such a desolate sea area. Just as she was about to ask, Changman called out urgently.

"A mirage woman?" Ning Fusang was slightly surprised after hearing Changman's words. So, the other party was not human.

There are very few records about the Mirage Maiden in Zhongling World. Ning Fusang only knows that the Mirage Maiden and the Mermaid Clan seem to be mortal enemies, but they share the same beliefs.

Legend has it that the Mirage Maiden is a mysterious creature that can create illusions with its breath. Human cultivators are extremely wary of such beings, as they may find themselves trapped in their illusions at any time, and if they are lost within the illusion, they will become an idiot.

Ning Fusang surveyed the surrounding sea. Was this already an illusion?
If it was an illusion, when did she fall for it without even realizing it?

Looking at the girl who had wandered into this sea area, the Mirage Woman smiled and said, "This is a real sea area, you don't need to doubt it."

Ning Fusang chuckled, clearly unconvinced. A cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Whether it is or not, a single sword strike will tell."

The mirage woman smiled, her face completely flawless.

She had said that this was the real sea, but the next moment, the Mirage Woman's smile froze on her lips.

The sword light flashed, but it wasn't aimed at this sea area; it was aimed at her!
The Mirage Woman then realized that when she said "splitting," she meant splitting herself apart. The calm on her face instantly crumbled, revealing the ruthlessness hidden beneath her skin.

With a wave of her hand, the iceberg transformed into a crystal-clear spear. She wielded the spear and leaped into the air, the iron chains on her ankles rattling loudly.

Ning Fusang's expression changed slightly. She was trapped here? Then this sea area was probably real.

Since that's the case, there's no need for me to fight her head-on. In a flash, Ning Fusang made her decision, brandished her longsword a few times, and then turned and left.

Finally, someone arrived, and they even brought a peerless sword. How could the Mirage Maiden let her leave so easily?

A broken chain flew out of the water and swirled towards Ning Fusang. She realized that the Mirage Maiden's target was the Dragon Bone Sword, so she quickly put the sword away and used only Hong Zi to knock away the chain that had been soaking in the cold water.

Ning Fusang looked at the Mirage Woman; both of her wrists had a hole, seemingly caused by chains piercing through them.

She had gone to great lengths to break through the two shackles, exhausting all her means, and now she wanted to seize her Dragon Bone Sword to sever the other two chains.

Unfortunately, the Dragon Bone Sword possessed a sword spirit, and the Mirage Maiden failed to succeed. Ning Fusang was also relieved that when the iron chains attacked her in the seawater initially, she only used her sword to deflect the chains, without cutting off the shackles for the Mirage Maiden.

Of course, perhaps she couldn't cut the iron chain even if she swung her sword, otherwise the Mirage Woman wouldn't have insisted on the Dragon Bone Sword and instead threw back the Crimson Beauty Sword.

The Mirage Maiden said in an icy voice, "You may leave, but the sword must remain."

(End of this chapter)