Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 47 Waiting for the Autumn Frost Sword Sect's Team

After cleaning up the leftovers on the ground, a faint fragrance still lingered in the air. Yang Ru secretly licked her fingers, and when she looked up, she met a pair of cool, peach-blossom eyes.

Yang Ruo awkwardly lowered his hand, cast a cleansing spell behind his back to wash away the grease from his hands, and looked up at the sky.

Ning Fu smiled and did not expose his actions.

As night fell, the bright moon shone like a bow.

The misty clouds obscured the moonlight, adding to the tranquility of the forest.

Dong Fangfei and Yang Ni came out of the Temple of Immortals. The latter said, "Senior Brother Yang Ruo, let Dong Fangfei and I take turns keeping watch tonight. Senior Brother can go in and take a nap."

"Dong Fangfei and I are both at the second level of the cultivation realm. We have done sect missions alone before, so our sense of danger is quite sharp. Don't worry, senior brother, if there is any unusual activity, I will wake you up in time."

Yang Ni felt that Yang Ruo had been fishing for mermaid silk in Qingbo Cave Lake for half a month and had been driving the flying carpet for five days without sleep. He must be exhausted. It would be good for him to take a rest.

Yang Ni was only at the second level of cultivation, and she couldn't even imagine how much spiritual energy a fifth-level cultivator had. Even if she exaggerated, she felt that after all the hard work these past few days, Yang Ruo's spiritual energy was almost gone.

His decision to rest in Qingfeng Valley further solidified Yang Ni's suspicions.

"No need," Yang Ruo waved her hand casually. "You guys go in and rest. I'm fine here."

He then turned to Wu Gui and Xie Feng, and kindly advised, "Junior Brother Wu, Junior Brother Xie, why don't you go into the Temple of Immortals and rest for a while? Junior Sister Ning is here to keep me company."

Yang Ruo's attitude was firm, and Yang Ni, seeing that she couldn't persuade him, gave up and pulled Dong Fangfei inside.

Hua Yue raised her eyes and continued meditating on the futon.

Disciples of sects always like to keep a few futons in their storage bags, so they can take them out wherever they go. Whether they are used for meditation or as ordinary cushions, they all have their uses.

Outside the temple, a gentle evening breeze stirred Ning Fusang's hair and calmed her heart.

a long distance away.

A thick, dark cloud obscured the bright moonlight, casting a shadow over the valley, from which came the song of a nightingale.

Intermittent, the lingering sound echoed through the woods.

A group of people appeared in the valley.

They were dressed in ordinary clothes, had strong physiques, and their sharp eyebrows revealed a few scattered, casual smiles.

One of the ordinary-looking male cultivators glanced back at the merman in the cage and said in a nonchalant tone, "Although the number of mermen in the world is decreasing rapidly, you can still find traces of the merman race throughout the entire Zhongling World. However, no other place has mermen with better skin and appearance than those from Qingbo Cave Lake. No wonder the elders wanted to buy them from the Nanxing Sword Sect, which has always been at odds with us."

"What's the difference between merfolk and otherworldly beings? They're all just slaves of humans and demons. They're whipped and punished at the drop of a hat. It's no wonder their flesh is never intact," one person sneered, his tone contemptuous.

Their conversation, without any attempt at concealment, reached the ears of the mermaid prisoners.

Ah Quan's eyes flickered, he clenched his fists, and lowered his head.

Once an adult merman cultivates a merman pearl, she can conjure legs like a human on land. She is 240 years old this year and is already on the verge of forming a pearl, but she is still a little short.

Under the moonlight, A-Quan's tail shimmered like cold jade. She thought to herself, "Seven days have passed. Why am I still thinking that Yang Ruo will come to save me and my people?"

“They are human, and there is no need for them to stand up for the aliens.”

"Luckily, I didn't tell anyone else about this. If I had given them a dreamlike hope, only for it to vanish like bubbles on the sea at dawn, it would have been even more cruel." Thinking of this, A-Quan felt a sense of relief that he hadn't told anyone.

The procession continued on, and it was unclear how much time had passed.

Outside a dilapidated shrine to a deity, the boy yawned, stood up, and stretched his arms.

Suddenly, his eyes twitched, and he hurriedly transmitted his voice to Ning Fusang: "Junior Sister Ning, I sensed movement within a hundred miles. Could it be that the people from the Autumn Frost Sword Sect have arrived?"

Divine sense can only detect "objects," unlike the eyes which can directly see scenes. Cultivators need to judge for themselves everything within the range of their divine sense, including but not limited to the size, shape, speed, aura, and life state of the target.

Ning Fusang stood up, stood in front of the cliff, gazed into the distance, and said softly, "Perhaps."

She was only at the second level of cultivation and didn't have the ability to see a thousand miles, so how could she know whether it was true or not?

As if he had heard some signal, Yang Ruo flicked his finger and sent a beam of spiritual light flying through the air.

In the distance, a shockwave instantly overturned a flying sword, startling everyone. The merfolk trapped in the cage clutched the bamboo strips in panic, their expressions frantic and their bodies trembling with tension.

"There is an enemy attack!"

"Could it be that the Southern Star Sword Sect has gone back on their word and wants to take these merfolk back?" someone speculated.

One of them, his eyes cold, muttered, "That old bastard Lu Cong! He's really got a good plan. He took our Autumn Frost Sword Sect's money and doesn't want to give it to the merfolk. Dream on!"

The cultivator who was thrown down by the shockwave got up from the pile of grass and went to look for his flying sword. But when he took one look, his eyes widened and a look of heartache appeared on his face.

"This is a spirit sword of mine, and its blade was broken by a single shockwave? Just what level of cultivation did the opponent possess?"

His eyes flickered, his expression dark, and he cursed the other party eighteen times in his heart. "A spirit sword, worth more than two thousand spirit stones. How many demonic beasts did I hunt and how many spirit plants did I gather to raise enough spirit stones to buy this sword? And it just broke like this. That bastard son of a bitch deserves to die!"

His anger was mixed with resentment and injustice. Of all the people, why did he have to be the one to draw his sword? He must have had the worst luck imaginable.

Luo Dujun drew his longsword, staring ahead with a gloomy expression, and said, "It couldn't have been Lu Cong who did it."

"He doesn't dare to openly offend our Autumn Frost Sword Sect. Don't forget, this isn't the first time Lu Cong has made a deal with us."

If Lu Cong wanted to take the spirit stones but not give them to the merfolk, he could have ordered them to be killed when they were at Qingbo Cave Lake. Then, when they arrived at the sect, they could have argued that the merfolk had trespassed on the Nanxing Sword Sect's resource point.

Even if you are killed on the spot for trespassing into someone else's sect's resource point, it is considered giving them face.

"If they're not from the Southern Star Sword Sect, could they be some rogue cultivators from the surrounding area trying to rob us?"

“That’s possible. I remember there seemed to be a small town ahead where independent cultivators gathered.”

"Hmph, a bunch of rabble. I'd like to see if they've lost their minds and dare to rob our Autumn Frost Sword Sect!"

(End of this chapter)