Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 68 Subduing the Flood Dragon
The black dragon's emotionless, icy gaze lingered on Ning Fusang, its golden eyes reflecting the cold glint of the fish-hidden sword.

Roar--! !

It opened its mouth and let out a roar, with a surge of air and flying rocks.

Ning Fusang dodged left and right, gripping the Fish-Hidden Sword, and plunged it into the black dragon's body. With a "sizzle," sparks flew from the black dragon's cold scales.

The black dragon's body writhed, rubbing against the stone wall. The friction sound was faint yet omnipresent, sending chills down one's spine.

Such a colossal creature couldn't break through the stone mountain. Ning Fusang's eyes flashed, and she looked up at the pitch blackness above. In the darkness, the faint light of the array runes appeared and disappeared for a fleeting moment.

Her gaze shifted slightly, sweeping towards the black dragon's tail. A faint, cold light flickered in the distance—it was a massive iron chain that had pierced through the dragon's tail, pinning it to the bottom of the cliff.

This is a prison!
In the instant the thought crossed his mind, the black dragon coiled around Ning Fusang's body, tightening its grip inch by inch, attempting to strangle the human who had awakened it.

Boom!

After a tremendous splash, Ning Fusang was suddenly enveloped in silence. An endless chill enveloped her as the black dragon carried her into the icy pool, rendering her unable to see.

The man and the dragon were locked in a fierce battle, causing the water in the icy pool to swell and boil like water. Gradually, crimson blood slowly spread out.

*
Inside the secret passage, Zheng Xiaohui and her companions encountered no danger along the way.

After walking in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, they arrived at a large hall.

In front of them was a stone wall, and in the very center of a long stone table was a wolf's head and bones, the bones as delicate as white porcelain, radiating a shimmering white glow.

In front of the wolf's head were blackened radishes with lingering incense sticks. Zheng Xiaohui's eyes flickered. "Is this a sacrificial ceremony?"

boom.

In the darkness, Zhi Xiaocao stepped on something, a crisp "crack" sound echoing in the hall. Holding up the spirit stone, he bent down to look, his mouth agape, and stammered, "Human...human bone..."

After absorbing the spiritual power of a spirit stone, Shi Zhouyun condensed a flame between his fingers and lit the oil lamps in the hall.

Only then did everyone realize that there were several skeletons in the hall. They looked like they had been dead for a long time. The bones were plain and simple, and they didn't look like the remains of a cultivator, but rather like those of a hunter.

Zheng Xiaohui pouted, somewhat disappointed. She had thought she would receive some kind of inheritance from a senior.

Her gaze shifted, and she saw something behind the wolf bones. Zheng Xiaohui took a few steps forward, moved the wolf's head, and touched a protruding spot on the stone wall.

Zheng Xiaohui was overjoyed. She moved the wolf head away, pressed her palm against the protrusion, and the stone brick fell out and hit the ground.

While inspecting the small grass supporting the earthenware jar in the hall, he turned his head to look over.

A seven or eight-inch box fell out.

Zheng Xiaohui couldn't wait to open the wooden box, but it was sealed very tightly. Even though her fingernails were cracked, she still couldn't open it.

"How about we use a sword to cut it?" Shi Zhouyun said, holding the Xuan Tie sword.

Zheng Xiaohui rolled her eyes at him: "What if you damage the things inside?"

She held the two spirit stones and refined them, gaining spiritual power in her palms. Then she opened the wooden box, and with a "click," the box opened.

Nine round pills were evenly arranged on the soft cushions in the box, emitting a pleasant fragrance. Below the box were several miniature bone spears.

Zheng Xiaohui glanced at the group and said, "I found this wooden box. I want three pills, and these bone spears are all mine."

"But these pills don't have names written on them, and we don't know what they're used for..." Zhi Xiaocao said innocently. Li Yeshan took the two pills and put them into his storage bag.

Zheng Xiaohui looked at Zhi Xiaocao and snorted coldly, "If you don't want it, then forget it."

Zhi Xiaocao quickly said, "I didn't say I didn't want it." He also took the pill, put it to his nose and smelled it. He felt that the pill was too fragrant and made him dizzy.

After distributing the items, Zheng Xiaohui stuffed the boxes and pills into her own bag, while she kept the bone spears in her sleeve for easy access.

"There are two paths, which one should we take?" There is a secret passage on each side of the stone wall.

“Although we haven’t encountered any dangers along the way except for that dragon, these two paths seem to be the only way forward. If there are any traps or mechanisms, we should definitely recover our spiritual power on these two paths first before exploring the way,” Li Yeshan said.

Zhi Xiaocao glanced at the group, then reached into her purse and found she only had two spirit stones left.

He gritted his teeth and decided to refine the two spirit stones first. He felt very insecure, having no spiritual energy left in his body.

*
Wow!

Water splashed everywhere, and a white figure emerged from the water. Ning Fusang was soaked to the bone, her blood-stained dress clinging to her body, her black hair also sticking to her clothes, and a chill emanated from her.

Her face was cold and aloof. She held the Fish-Hidden Sword in her hand and stared at the icy pool. After a moment, a huge head emerged and exhaled a foul breath.

Despite her disheveled appearance, Ning Fusang's composure remained undiminished. She looked into the dragon's eyes and said, "Submit to me, and you will see the light of day again, or die in the dark pool, your soul scattered and your body destroyed."

The black dragon angrily slapped its tail, creating a water curtain hundreds of feet high. It let out a mournful cry and finally lowered its head.

Ning Fusang slowly raised a smile, cut her finger with the Fish-Hidden Sword, and a drop of blood shot out. Because the black dragon did not resist, the blood quickly merged into its brow.

The master-servant blood pact is complete.

Ning Fusang also learned the name of the black dragon, Qian Yuan.

In Qian Yuan's eyes, the white-clad girl looked disheveled and as insignificant as an ant, yet she exuded an aura of dominance. She said, "The sun will rise in the east, shining on my railing, Fusang. Remember, my name is Ning Fusang!"

Her eyes revealed a spirited expression: "A dragon lies hidden in the abyss. If you want to become a dragon and soar to the heavens, I, Ning Fusang, will be your best choice!"

Qianyuan nodded slightly. It acknowledged this human; she was powerful.

Although a jiao is not a dragon, it will not submit to the weak.

The dragon revealed its tail, and an iron chain pierced through it. The surrounding flesh was already rotten, and it was numb and could not feel any pain.

The fish-hidden sword flashed with cold light, carrying all of Ning Fusang's spiritual power, and slashed towards the iron chain.

With a crisp clang, the iron chains that had bound it for a thousand years snapped.

A look of joy flashed in Qianyuan's eyes. The next moment, it looked at Ning Fusang in confusion, whose aura had dropped to the third level.

Can a mortal fall into such a state?
Ning Fusang felt her spiritual energy completely drained. She drew spiritual energy from the green gourd to replenish her Qi Sea and Spirit Pool.

The massive body of Qianyuan lay coiled in the pool, silently watching Ning Fusang's actions. A rectangular symbol flew out from the palm of her right hand.

She said, "The Sword Heart Diagram contains all my cultivation. There is only one sword, the Fish Hidden Sword, inside. Its sword energy is very weak. You can stay inside for now. I will not summon you out on ordinary days."

(End of this chapter)