Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 38 The one laughing is the painted-face duck.
The group tried to activate the Four Directions Tentacle, and soon they were able to control it freely.

The lake rippled with clear water, as if the moonlight was flowing through it. Ning Fusang had excellent eyesight and saw a wisp of flowing water. He immediately activated the Four-Sided Brocade Band, which slowly entered the water. After a moment, it was pulled up, revealing a layer of mermaid gauze on the band.

Lin Yu's eyes gleamed, and he exclaimed in admiration, "This junior sister is sharp-eyed and quick-witted. Her skill in catching shark fin is probably no less than that of us veterans."

Ning Fusang smiled gently: "Senior Sister is too kind."

His extremely humble attitude made Yang look at him differently, as if he had seen a ghost.

but--

He thought about it carefully and realized that Ning Fusang had always been quite polite.

He was never late for class, trained exceptionally hard, and would stop to greet the teacher. He always addressed the teacher as "senior brother".

Moreover, he had heard that his junior sister Ning would go to the Mingtang to listen to lectures and teachings whenever she had free time, making him feel somewhat inferior in comparison.

Yang Ruo felt that she might have misunderstood Ning Fusang's character.

He thought to himself, "Actually, Junior Sister Ning is a well-educated and polite person who is also very diligent in her cultivation. She even learned how to catch shark fin so quickly. I shouldn't have any prejudice against her."

Ning Fusang turned her gaze away from the mermaid gauze and looked at Lin Yu: "Senior Sister Lin, how many sheets of mermaid gauze do we need to collect each day?"

Remembering Qi Jiang's instructions, Lin Yu replied, "Three hundred sheets of yarn will be collected within half a month."

Yang Ruo muttered to herself, "Three hundred isn't much. It seems this task is quite easy."

Lin Yu remained silent for a moment, without saying anything more.

Ning Fusang asked calmly, her tone as gentle as still water: "Is today included?"

Lin Yu shook his head: "It's already late today, so it doesn't count."

Then, Lin Yu saw Ning Fusang put the fishy gauze she had retrieved back into the water.

she:"……"

Yang Ruo exclaimed softly, "Junior Sister Ning, we've already scooped up this shark fin, why are you sinking it back into the water?"

Everyone stared in stunned silence, except for Jie Feng, who, having been classmates with Ning Fusang, showed no emotional fluctuation on his face.

"Senior Sister Lin, since we're not harvesting the silk until tomorrow, I'll be leaving now," Ning Fusang said before leaving.

Lin Yu snapped out of her daze and blankly replied, "Okay."

Apart from Ning Fusang leaving, the other seven were all practicing the techniques for retrieving the mermaid's silk. This matter seemed simple, but it was not.

First, the mermaid's gauze blends into the water, making it difficult to see if you have poor eyesight. Second, when the four-sided gauze is submerged in water, it will always create a slight sway, which will push away any mermaid's gauze that has already been spotted.

Lin Yu shared his experience with the group: "When the brocade is submerged in water, the position can be slightly off-center. Use the momentum of the water flow to push the silk onto the brocade frame."

Yang Ruo understood, but he couldn't predict the direction of the water ripples!
The lake is like a mirror, reflecting the cold moon and stars. A gentle breeze blows by, and the brilliance of the moon and stars gradually becomes hazy, causing slight ripples on the water.

There were hardly any people left on Qingbodong Lake. Yang Ruo returned to his tent, exhausted.

He was too naive; retrieving mermaid silk was not as easy as he thought. Moreover, his junior sister Lin Yu had said that mermaids lived at the bottom of the lake and rarely surfaced. He would most likely never have the chance to see such beautiful creatures as mermaids.

With worries on his mind, Yang Ruo fell asleep.

The next morning, before the moon had completely set, Ning Fusang left her tent. She sat cross-legged on the shore of Qingbo Cave Lake, breathing deeply and closing her eyes to enjoy the cool dew and breeze. It must be said that the air at Qingbo Cave Lake was exceptionally fresh, especially during this time when the morning dew had not yet dissipated.

Jiang Renyi, who was on patrol, saw a beautiful figure by the lake, paused, waved to signal the others to continue patrolling, and walked towards the lake himself.

"Junior sister, you're up so early?"

Jiang Renyi glanced back at the other tents that had not yet moved, then looked at Ning Fusang and asked in greeting.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and saw a calm lake surface, with cold mist swirling around it, and white gulls wading through the water, their figures fluttering.

Without giving a glance to the person next to her, she asked, "Doesn't Senior Brother Jiang get up this early too?"

Jiang Renyi said, "We must safeguard the safety of Qingbodong Lake, so we cannot slack off."

Ning Fusang looked at Bai Ou without responding, and Jiang Renyi, seemingly unfazed, continued, "Judging from your appearance, Junior Sister is quite young; you must be a recent disciple, right?"

Before Ning Fusang's generation, the Southern Star Sword Sect accepted disciples once every five years. Based on her age, she was most likely a disciple who joined the sect three years ago.

Even though he lived far away in Qingbo Cave Lake, Jiang Renyi knew that the outer sect competition had ended. He guessed that she was a disciple who had lost in this outer sect competition and would definitely participate in the next one.

They will meet in the outer sect competition three years from now.

Ning Fusang saw through Jiang Renyi's thoughts, smiled, and said, "Senior brother is right."

Jiang Renyi stood up: "I should go on patrol."

The lake's surface rippled gently, reflecting the man's figure as he walked further and further away.

Ning Fusang channeled her spiritual power and flew down to the duck-covered islet in the middle of the lake, immediately startling away the egrets and several gray cranes on the islet.

She was lucky; near Fuzhu, she found two pieces of mermaid gauze. Ning Fusang activated the Four Directions Brocade Bandage to retrieve the gauze, then flew on her sword to search for other pieces of mermaid gauze.

A cultivator at the first level has very little spiritual energy and cannot support flying on a sword, but once they reach the second level, they no longer have this problem.

Moreover, there's a lake below, so even if you lose your balance while riding the sword and fall in, it won't matter.

Qingbo Cave Lake is very large. Ning Fusang spent several hours fishing for mermaid silk, and among the group, they only encountered Dong Fangfei and Hua Yue.

On the way back, they ran into that idiot Yang Ruo, who had tried to climb the flying sword but ended up with nothing.

Ning Fusang chuckled softly. Yang Ruo turned his head and saw a girl in a sky-blue dress with a gentle smile staring at his still-dripping clothes. He scratched his slightly burning ears and greeted her, "Junior Sister Ning."

Ning Fusang stopped laughing, her voice clear and melodious, like ice and jade colliding. She said, "Senior brother, please don't be offended. I was laughing at the painted-face duck on the opposite shore."

She pointed, and Yang Ruo looked in that direction. Sure enough, not far away, on the duck-shaped islet covered with lush aquatic plants, a yellow crescent-shaped duck was moving around.

Yang Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "So they weren't laughing at me just now."

The heat on his face subsided, and his fair complexion returned. He had a beautiful and innocent appearance, which was very deceptive.

Judging by his appearance alone, no one would guess that this fourteen-year-old boy is a master of the fifth level of the martial arts realm.

Ning Fusang glanced back at Yang Ruo, who was still retrieving the mermaid silk from the lake, then looked away and walked towards her tent.

At Yang Ruo's current pace, it's likely that by the time the moon rises high in the sky, he won't have managed to scoop up twenty sheets of gauze.

(End of this chapter)