Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 59 Wuyuan Discusses Fairness
As for the book "Three Blades of Qi Waves," it was useless to Ning Fusang, so he threw it into his storage bag.

Overall, this trip was incredibly rewarding, far more worthwhile than the three years of arduous training she had endured at the sect.

However, the rules of the Southern Star Sword Sect stipulate that only disciples at the second level of the cultivation realm can go out to do sect missions, so she couldn't do that before.

New disciples all started out poor like this.

Ning Fusang put the few items she valued into her storage bracelet, and the rest into a storage bag.

Life is always unpredictable. Not long ago, she was saving spirit stones because she couldn't afford a low-level storage bag, but now she suddenly has eight storage bags that she doesn't need.

Ning Fusang only planned to keep three, and sell the rest to Fei Qi.

Let's pool our resources and buy a spirit sword first.

After all, there will be performance evaluations later, and there won't be a fifth-level expert like Yang Ruo to act as a henchman then. She still needs to have a spirit sword by her side.

Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

Ruan San Niang pushed open the courtyard gate, walked to the water vat, scooped up half a ladle of water and drank it. Suddenly, she noticed that Ning Fusang had hung a "Nothing Happened" sign in front of his door.

Ruan San Niang paused in her drinking, looked towards the door, and asked, "Senior Sister Ning, are you back?"

pat.

The window was pushed open, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Ning Fusang's fair face, giving her a soft glow.

She looked out the window. In the past six months, the woman who was originally a bit plump had become much thinner. Ruan San Niang had grown tall and slender. Standing in front of the flower stand, she wore a green dress and had a graceful figure. Most importantly, her temperament, both inside and out, had changed.

Ruan San Niang was much more composed now. She was no longer awkward. When she saw Ning Fusang, a smile immediately appeared on her face, her eyes like autumn water, full of laughter.

"Senior Sister Ning, welcome back."

Ning Fusang nodded slightly and casually asked, "Did you just come back from the market?"

Ruan San Niang shook her head and said, "Now that it's a holiday, no one goes to the market anymore."

"I just came back from the library."

"Why isn't anyone going to the market anymore?" Ning Fusang frowned slightly, somewhat surprised and puzzled.

She's only been gone for a month and a half, surely nothing major has happened in the market? Even if there was a fire, it would be rebuilt very quickly.

Ruan San Niang sighed: "Because the cultivation tasks are too tight."

"Everyone originally thought that breaking through to the second level before the outer sect competition would be a simple matter. It wasn't until we actually started cultivating that we realized how difficult it is to advance even a small level. We have been in the sect for half a year, and most of us are still in the early stage of the first level. Naturally, we are anxious, so we use our rest time to cultivate."

During the outer sect competition, they not only have to compete with their classmates, but also with other outstanding disciples in the outer sect. There are many people who are more advanced than them. How can they not be anxious?

Ning Fusang thought it was something serious, but after listening to what Ruan Sanniang said, he relaxed and slowly said, "Breaking through to the second level in three years is already quite good. Among the thirty-nine new disciples this year, at most nine can reach the second level before the outer sect competition. Unnecessary anxiety won't do any good."

Their dantian can only hold so much spiritual energy, so no matter how much they cultivate, it's all in vain if they have nowhere to store their spiritual energy.

If you cannot break through to a higher realm, you should focus on swordsmanship.

Ruan San Niang exclaimed in surprise, "If only nine people can break through to the second level, then there are very few who can enter the inner sect!"

She felt this was too difficult and muttered to herself, "It's not fair for new disciples to compete against their senior brothers and sisters."

This wasn't just Ruan San Niang's thought, but also the thought of most of these new disciples. Although no one said it outright, everyone felt the same way.

Ning Fusang sneered: "Fair? The purpose of the outer sect competition is to select disciples with excellent aptitude, not mediocre ones."

"Among the new disciples, those who can enter the inner sect in the first outer sect competition are undoubtedly geniuses; this is their innate talent."

“Disciples who failed to be selected in previous years spent their time in the outer sect. Their hard work and self-discipline are another kind of talent.”

"The outer sect competition, in the final analysis, is all about talent. What's unfair about that?"

Giving new disciples the opportunity to participate in the outer sect competition is actually only for a few exceptionally talented disciples. As for those who are still wondering whether it is fair or not, they are just worrying unnecessarily.

Ruan San Niang was speechless for a moment, then suddenly understood.

Ning Fusang and Ruan Sanniang had been talking for a while when the setting sun sank below the horizon, and the evening glow suddenly disappeared.

As she was about to close the window, Ruan Sanniang called out, "Senior Sister Ning—"

Ning Fusang looked at her, and Ruan Sanniang reminded her, "We've moved our sword practice place to Feilin Valley. Senior Sister Ning, don't go to the wrong place tomorrow."

“I know,” Ning Fusang replied.

She closed the window.

The next day, at sunrise, Ning Fusang changed into her sect's robes, washed up, and headed to Flying Forest Valley.

When she arrived, there were hardly any people in Feilin Valley. She only saw Yang Ruo bustling around, making several trips back and forth.

His eyes lit up, and he greeted the girl, "Junior Sister Ning."

"Senior Brother Yang Ruo." He had already called her name, so she couldn't pretend she hadn't heard him. Ning Fusang walked towards him. "What are you doing, Senior Brother?"

Yang Ruo put down the animal cage and gestured, "Master told me to catch it. He said you'll use it during your training."

Ning Fusang's gaze swept back and forth between the cages. The low-level demonic beasts in the cages revealed their ferocious nature and let out gurgling growls.

She twitched the corner of her mouth, immediately seeing through Gu Pingsheng's plan, and asked, "Is Master Gu going to train our combat skills and reaction speed?"

Yang Ruo looked at her with admiration: "Junior Sister Ning, you guessed perfectly!"

He couldn't keep it a secret any longer and immediately revealed Gu Pingsheng's secret: "However, my master asked me to capture a second-tier demon beast for you on your own."

"You won't be in the same area as them then."

Ning Fusang nodded, her attitude indifferent, while Yang Ruo continued to speak at length.

On the cliff, Liang Heng asked curiously, "When did Junior Brother Yang Ruo and Junior Sister Ning become so close?"

Gu Pingsheng leaped into the valley and landed on the plum blossom stakes. His robes fluttered, and his figure was elegant.

Yang Ruo immediately stopped talking and respectfully called out, "Master."

Gu Pingsheng glanced at him: "Did you get all the monsters I asked you to capture?"

Yang Ruo lowered her head and whispered, "We're still short a few."

Because they had to stand on plum blossom stakes before the battle, Yang Ruo still had some time to catch the monster. He relaxed a little, but unexpectedly, as soon as he relaxed, Gu Pingsheng caught him red-handed.

(End of this chapter)