Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 60 Practical Monster Hunting

Before Gu Pingsheng could speak, Yang Ruo quickly cupped his hands and said, "This disciple will go and capture the remaining demonic beasts!"

Actually, the place isn't far. The Southern Star Sword Sect has a piece of land right next to Flying Forest Valley, where they raise demonic beasts and spirit beasts. Some of the spirit beast meat in the dining hall comes from there.

Yang Ruo's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Ning Fusang looked towards Feilin Valley, where various types of stakes were laid out, including Seven Star Stakes, Five Elements Stakes, Eight Trigrams Stakes, Heavenly Gang Stakes, Nine Palaces Stakes, and so on. The shortest was one foot high, with each layer rising to a height of tens of feet.

Plum blossom stake training can enhance physical coordination and improve agility. Because of the fear of falling from heights, one's mindset will be much calmer and more composed, so as not to panic when facing danger.

Ning Fusang had never trained before, but she had excellent coordination. With a light touch of her toes, she landed steadily on a stake.

She completed one round of the Seven Star Pole walking exercise, fast yet orderly, her movements as light as a swallow.

Disciples from Feilin Valley arrived one after another. After paying their respects to Gu Pingsheng, they went to practice their stances on their own, showing great self-discipline and diligence.

They had only been practicing standing meditation for a short time, and their balance was still very poor. Standing on the wooden stakes, their bodies swayed precariously.

People would fall in one moment and then step on them the next, rising and falling like fish leaping in a lake.

Very few people can complete the entire course.

A young girl, dressed in green, with a bright and lively spirit, leaped back and forth on the plum blossom stakes like a monkey.

Xiao Qiu's footwork was so fluid and graceful that it caught Gu Pingsheng's eye.

He sighed inwardly.

Even if Xu Qiu didn't cultivate immortality but instead practiced martial arts, she would still be a promising talent. It's just a pity that her physique is special, and she is destined not to go far on the path of immortality cultivation.

As for talent, she certainly has it. Among the thirty-nine new disciples, only she, Xu Jianjia, Jiang Xin, and Ke Rong have broken through to the mid-stage of the first realm.

As time went by, the sun blazed down, and everyone was drenched in sweat.

Gu Pingsheng gathered everyone together and announced, "Disperse into the forest and hunt down three monsters each. Today's training will only end when you have hunted at least three. Do you all understand?"

Everyone looked around at the surrounding mountains and forests without prior arrangement. So there were monsters in Flying Forest Valley? They had been completely unaware of it during their training.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the monsters in Flying Forest Valley were all captured by Yang Ruo himself from Spirit Beast Valley.

Gu Pingsheng left Ning Fusang alone: ​​"Now that you've reached the second level of cultivation, fighting against first-tier demonic beasts won't bring you much improvement. So, I've set aside a special area for you with two second-tier demonic beasts in it. This is your homework for today. Any questions?"

"The students have no problems."

"Okay then, let's go."

Ning Fusang took a black iron sword from the sword rack and walked into the dense forest.

Feilin Valley is shaped like a bowl, with a flat and open bottom, where you walk on plum blossom stakes. Going up, you are surrounded by dense forest, which encircles the bottom of the bowl.

The forest was silent, with many large trees with gnarled roots, as well as exposed rocks and withered vines.

Ning Fusang heard a rustling sound behind her. She turned around and saw a small, bright red snake lying in a crevice in the rock, flicking its tongue.

The hand holding the sword twitched slightly, then fell back down. This must have been something Yang Ruo had grabbed and placed here. If she were to cleave it in two with a single sword strike, perhaps someone wouldn't be able to hunt all three demonic beasts.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Fusang decided not to attack it. She leaped onto a treetop, her toes barely touching the leaves, and disappeared. After walking for a while, she finally saw the area marked by the red rope. This was deep within the forest, increasingly quiet, with leaves like clouds, and only a few rays of sunlight filtering through.

Birds fluttered about, pulling down a few leaves that drifted lightly to the ground.

Ning Fusang had barely taken a step when she keenly sensed movement in the tree; a gray afterimage swooped down.

Zheng!
With a parry of the Xuan Tie sword, sparks flew from the beak of the Azure Falcon. Ning Fusang used her fingers, imbued with spiritual power, to seize the back of the Azure Falcon's neck.

The falcon spun around, unleashing a gust of wind that forced Ning Fusang to withdraw her attack. With lightning speed, she switched hands and gripped the sword, its blade flashing as she thrust it towards the falcon's brow.

The second-tier hawk swerved sideways, its eyes flashing with ferocity, and lunged at Ning Fusang's face.

Its speed was too fast, and it rushed to Ning Fusang's face in an instant. She parried with her sword, then shook and turned, and the blade, as white as frost, cut a bloody gash on the falcon's abdomen.

Ning Fusang moved like the wind, her steps nimble, and she circled behind the Azure Falcon Beast, slashing out with her sword!
Monsters are always very perceptive. The moment they sensed danger, the falcon flew up to the treetops and snapped the trees in half with a loud crash.

A sharp wind blew Ning Fusang's hair, and the falcon's five claws, sharp as knives, reached for her right shoulder. This strike would surely draw blood instantly.

Ning Fusang ducked and leaned back, barely managing to avoid the falcon. She braced herself against an ancient tree, used the momentum to push off, and the tip of her sword, gleaming with a cold light, pierced the falcon's abdomen with a "plop".

Fresh blood gushed out like a torrent.

She infused this sword strike with spiritual power, which was enough to break through the beast's powerful body.

Ning Fusang did not collect the falcon's body, but instead cut off a section of green vine and used it to tie the falcon up.

Her search for the remaining monster was too inefficient.

If the smell of blood spreads, the monsters will come to her on their own, and she won't have to waste her energy searching for a needle in a haystack in the water.

Sure enough, soon there was movement in the woods again.

A second-tier five-colored boar with snow-white tusks ran out from the depths of the forest. It stared at the falcon at Ning Fusang's feet, its eyes gleaming with scarlet.

At the same time, Ning Fusang was also observing the monster.

Its body is robust yet lean, and its most aggressive feature is its two sharp fangs. If you were to get gored by them, you would probably end up with two bloody holes the size of a cup.

Fortunately, she hadn't expended much spiritual energy killing the falcon, and the remaining spiritual energy should be enough to deal with this five-colored pig.

The five-colored pig suddenly charged forward.

Ning Fusang calculated the distance and decisively drew her sword. The five-colored pig dodged left and right with exceptional agility. It stepped on the ground and jumped behind the girl, trying to change direction and strike her waist.

But Ning Fusang was well aware of the Five-Colored Pig's intentions. He smiled coldly, swung his longsword, and several sword energies flew out, leaving bloodstains of varying depths on the Five-Colored Pig's rough fur.

With a "clang," the black iron sword struck the five-colored boar's tusks, instantly breaking them into several pieces. The boar's snow-white tusks, though only a few scattered fragments remained, stubbornly held on, practically as good as broken.

Despite the broken sword, Ning Fusang remained calm. She conjured a spiritual blade in her palm and fired it at a tricky angle, sending the broken fangs crashing to the ground.

Ning Fusang rolled on the spot, picked up the fangs, and got up.

The colorful pig roared angrily and charged forward!

(End of this chapter)