Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The sky and earth were utterly dark, and the shadow of the ferry gradually shrank.

A bone-chilling wind swept across the sea, and Ning Fusang channeled her spiritual power to raise her spiritual armor.

"Yaoling, are you sure my luck has improved?" Bai Ni's voice was broken by the gale, "We've encountered the once-in-fifty-years yin wind."

The north wind is biting and powerful. No one knows where it comes from or when it rises. Whenever the north wind blows, its destructive power is astonishing.

Even the sea monsters dare not emerge from the sea when the north wind blows.

Bai Ni saw that many sea monster corpses were already floating on the sea.

The demon race's ferry was swaying precariously in the biting wind, looking as if it were about to fall apart. At that moment, two demons emerged from the mist, quickly boarded the ferry, and activated the protective barrier.

"Phew, that was close. Luckily we got back in time. Otherwise, if the ferry had sunk, the young master would have definitely held us accountable."

They were left behind to guard the ferry, but they discovered a fish demon along the way and decided to take its elixir, so they left the ferry without permission.

Anyway, there's hardly anyone in this desolate sea.

Both demons are from a branch of the peacock clan. Their true forms are ordinary blue peacocks. One is called Lan Suo, and the other is called Lan Zhen.

Lan Suo put her hands in her pockets, looked outside at the gloomy wind and howling rain, which whipped up water columns dozens of feet high, and clicked her tongue and said, "We've been in the desolate sea for two months now. We've had our share of strong winds, but we've never seen one with such destructive power."

"There are so many sea monster corpses on the surface. Once the wind stops, let's go collect them. I wonder how many fish pills we can gather, right, Lan Zhen?"

Lan Zhen transformed into human form, with pale and cool skin around her eyes and cheeks, and peacock feathers still partially covering her temples.

He toyed with the purple fish-shaped object in his hand and said casually, "This wind is not simple; be careful."

The barrier was being smashed with loud clangs, giving the impression that it might be torn apart by the gale at any moment.

As the fog rolled in, it became increasingly difficult to see what was happening outside.

Three disheveled cultivators struggled to walk on the sea.

"What bad luck, running into the cold wind." Bu Qing's robes were torn to shreds by the sea beasts, greatly reducing their effectiveness in protecting against the cold.

The crown on her head had fallen off somewhere, and she was completely disheveled, showing no trace of the demeanor one would expect from an elder.
Zi Dan was in no better shape; her lips were pale, and a wisp of black mist lingered between her eyebrows. She hadn't even seen the Mirage Maiden's shadow, and she was already in such a sorry state—a true disgrace.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

"The north wind is unusual. We're probably affected by the bad luck of the ghost cloak grass, which is why we've attracted this wind."

Zhongli Hu voiced his guess, and Bu Qing and Zi Dan fell silent.

After a long pause, Bu Qing gritted his teeth and said, "This is all the Mirage Maiden's trick. She ambushed us at the mouth of the strait, using the Ghost Cloth Grass to block us and trapping us for three days. Now we are also affected by the bad luck and have encountered the North Wind. It's a series of interconnected schemes. What a vicious plot!"

Most importantly, during the three days he was trapped by the Ghost Cloak Grass, he lost a full ten years of his lifespan, which cannot be easily made up for.

A single longevity herb is worth a fortune and is almost never available on the market; even if Bu Qing wanted to buy it, he couldn't.

Zi Dan asked, "Are we still going to brave the biting north wind and keep going?"

After a moment of deep thought, Zhongli Hu spoke: "Continue."

“If we turn back now, all the suffering we’ve endured these past few days will have been for nothing.” Bu Qing glanced at Zi Dan, somewhat displeased that she always wanted to back down.

Of the three, Zhongli Hu had the highest cultivation level, followed by Zi Dan, and Bu Qing was the lowest. Even someone as low as him wasn't afraid of danger, while Zi Dan had tried to go back several times. Her cowardice made Bu Qing look down on her.

Fortunately, Zhongli Hu was on his side.

Braving the biting north wind, the three continued forward, but none of them expected that this north wind would come even more fiercely than usual, and after several hours, it showed no signs of weakening.

The sky was overcast, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. Bu Qing already had several wounds on his body, and after taking the Blood Clotting Pill, his expression was unusually grave.

But there's no turning back now that we're in this position.

All around were columns of icy water whipped up by the north wind, with fish, shrimp, and sea creatures inside.

Zi Dan narrowed her eyes and suddenly said, "There seems to be a ferry ahead..."

Bu Qing, with his keen hearing, immediately asked, "Ferry?"

He looked in the direction Zi Dan pointed, and there was indeed a ferry on the turbulent sea, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

Bu Qing looked delighted. "I wonder which immortal sect's ferry it is. Shall we go and take shelter there? We can continue our pursuit of the Mirage Maiden once the north wind stops."

Zhongli Hu was also somewhat exhausted. He nodded absentmindedly, and the three of them flew towards the ferry.

"I am Zhongli Hu, a retainer of the Hundred Flowers Sect. I am sorry to bother you. Due to the turbulent winds and the surging waves at sea, we would like to board your ferry to seek shelter from the storm. Would that be convenient for us?"

Lan Zhen gave Lan Suo a look, picked up a fluorite lamp, and leaned it against the mist. "Human?"

Zhongli Hu looked up, and the glowstone lamp reflected on the other person's face, revealing obvious demonic features that made his heart tremble.

"A demon?!"

Zhongli Hu quickly moved away from the ferry, his expression changing drastically, and said coldly, "What are you, a land-dwelling demon, doing in the desolate sea?"

Lan Zhen found it amusing. "Is the Desolate Sea part of your Hundred Flowers Sect?" He turned to look at Lan Suo. "Which immortal sect is the Hundred Flowers Sect? I've never heard of it. Have you?"

Lan Suo licked her dry lips, her eyes gleaming with covetousness. "I don't know about the Hundred Flowers Sect, but I do know that food delivered to our door should not be wasted."

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a sudden move, grabbing at Zhongli Hu's heart.

Zhongli Hu was initially wary of the demon on the ferry, but after exchanging a few blows, he discovered that there were only two demons on the ferry, and his confidence immediately surged.

"court death!"

The overwhelming pressure from the Knowing Realm swept over them, and Lan Zhen's expression changed. She quickly sent out a signal.

The azure fireworks exploded in the fog; the color wasn't very distinct, but it was enough for Kong Yeqing, who was not far away, to see them.

A man dressed in white with black hair stood with his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, and ordered, "Report to the two demons, go and see what's going on."

His trusted subordinate, Huiyu, went down to issue the orders.

"You four, go back to the ferry and check. If there's anything, report back immediately."

"Yes, Lord Gray Feather!"

The four demons clasped their hands in a salute, then turned and flew towards the ferry.

The other demons stood guard solemnly around the Dragon Transformation Pool, preventing the azure dragon from escaping. A mournful dragon's cry echoed from the depths of the mist, and Kong Yeqing sighed softly.

"How can you transform into a dragon without experiencing excruciating pain? Qing Ao, I'm actually helping you."

"Kong Yeqing!" The dragon Qing Ao, covered in wounds, spoke in a stern tone, as if he wished he could skin him alive and tear him apart.

It's true that the Jiaolong yearns to transform into a dragon, but how many years has it cultivated? It's far from the time to transform into a dragon!
Kong Yeqing forced it into the Dragon Transformation Pool to endure this excruciating pain. Even if it died, Qing Ao would never let go of this son of the Demon King!

(End of this chapter)