Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 75 Meeting Xie Taiting

Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow, signaling him to speak.

The man said, "I can return the sword to you, on the condition that you do not interfere in my affairs with Huanxitian."

The other party was only a third-level cultivator, which was not a big deal. The problem was the fifth-level talisman treasure in her hand, which was a bit troublesome.

It's best to avoid confronting her if possible.

This girl is ruthless.

They were going all out.

Each sword strike was imbued with a chilling killing intent.

Ning Fusang didn't even glance at Huanxitian's people, and directly agreed: "Okay."

"Give me back my sword."

Her mission was to retrieve the Still Water Sword and return to her sect. As for Huanxi Tian's plan to capture the furnace cauldron, what business was it of hers?

By not killing the monk, she had already fulfilled her covenant with Huanxitian.

Green Willow didn't think much of Ning Fusang's words, but Scarlet Robe was quite indignant. If it weren't for the Searching Butterfly of Joyful Heaven, how could she have found the Still Water Sword so easily? And now she turned around and made peace with the demon monk. Scarlet Robe felt a sense of being betrayed.

The man in red asked, "How can I be sure that you, young lady, are a woman of your word?"

Ning Fusang sneered: "If there is no sincerity, killing someone to take the sword is not out of the question."

The man choked for a moment, then came up with a compromise. He raised his hand to erase the contract with the Still Water Sword, twisted his right wrist, and pushed the sword with his palm. The Still Water Sword flew towards the north of the jungle, leaving only long ripples of sword energy behind.

Without saying a word, Ning Fusang turned and left, chasing after Jing Shui Sword.

A slow smile crept across the man's lips. When he entered the jungle, he discovered a black boar king to the north, about to break through to the fourth level. It would be more than enough to hold her off. Perhaps the girl was unlucky and would die under the black boar king's tusks; that was not impossible.

The man was very skilled at using someone else to do his dirty work.

The sword energy of the Still Water Sword shattered layers of green leaves. Ning Fusang stepped on the treetop and flew far away. Her snow-white dress rose and fell, and from a distance, she looked like a white bird that had mistakenly wandered into the forest.

The ancient vine reached upwards, attempting to catch food, but was severed by Ning Fusang's sword.

She followed the Still Water Sword all the way to a stone wall, where the sword was embedded. Ning Fusang raised her hand, drew the flying sword, and put it into her storage bracelet.

The performance evaluation task is now mostly complete.

All she needs to do is go to Kongyun Temple, call Li Yeshan and the others, and return to the sect safely together.

Ning Fusang landed on the ground, and the stone wall behind her collapsed with a roar. Huge rocks rolled down from the heights like bamboo shoots after a rain, stretching for dozens of miles.

The ground was still shaking.

A black shadow emerged from the jungle and charged straight at them. Ning Fusang narrowed her eyes and instantly understood the man's plan.

He wanted to use the Black Pig King to keep him occupied, in order to prevent him from turning against him.

In the same realm, if magic and supernatural powers are not compared, demonic beasts have the advantage. Their flesh and skin are rough, similar to that of a cultivator who has achieved minor success in body tempering, making it difficult for ordinary swords to pierce them.

Ning Fusang leaped into the air, landing on the treetops, and summoned the talisman treasure, Ice Bird Diagram.

The surrounding air suddenly turned cold.

The beautiful ice bird swooped down, and the Black Boar King, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, his tusks like the moon, severed the ice bird's neck.

But this ice bird was not a physical entity. In an instant, it reformed its form, its five claws outstretched, and fiercely clawed at the black boar king's head.

Ning Fusang multitasked, manipulating the ice bird to restrain the Black Pig King while simultaneously delivering several sword strikes that landed on the Black Pig King's body.

"Hum-"

The Black Pig King grunted and crashed into the tree that Ning Fusang was standing on. With a "crack," the tree trunk broke off, revealing the off-white core.

The girl landed lightly behind it, running her fingers along the sword's blade, her eyes cold: "Not even at the fourth rank yet, you dare call yourself king?"

Having said that, he slashed with his sword.

The terrifying sword energy was unavoidable, and the Black Pig King was suddenly thrown five zhang away, with a bloody gash appearing on its abdomen.

The ice bird painting fell back into Ning Fusang's hands.

She stepped forward and used her sword to examine the Black Pig King's belly. There was no beast core there, no wonder its strength was so weak.

Ning Fusang wiped the blood off the sword on the Black Pig King, then raised her hand and cast a water-based spell to wash away the stains on the Shattered Light Sword before returning it to her dantian.

She looked rather disheveled. Her white dress had been torn in half, making it short and tattered. The cuffs, hem, and waist were stained with both dried and undried blood.

Ning Fusang prepared to leave.

A clear, melodious bird song rang out, and a huge shadow loomed overhead. Looking up, one could see a vermilion bird perched in the air.

The Vermilion Bird has red, glossy feathers all over its body. When it is young, it is about 10 feet wide and can travel 3,000 miles a day. When it enters adulthood, its size will increase three to five times.

This Vermilion Bird is clearly still a juvenile, with feathers only half the length of its body, crimson like flames, beautiful and noble.

Ning Fusang kept the cinnabar incense, thinking that perhaps one day he would have the opportunity to use it to capture a wild cinnabar bird.

As expected of a beast-taming sect, Lingyu Palace had a tamed Vermilion Bird within its ranks.

On the back of the Vermilion Bird sat a figure, Tao Ming, whose breathing was disordered, as if he had been seriously injured.

It seems they encountered quite a bit of trouble entering the jungle.

No wonder they couldn't find the red-robed demon monk; he was probably too busy taking care of himself. The dead disciples of Lingyu Palace already speak volumes.

Tao Ming glanced down slightly, didn't greet Ning Fusang, quietly instructed his contracted spirit beast, and left the jungle.

Ning Fusang withdrew his gaze and walked towards the edge of the jungle.

She won't take the sword and then go back to help the people of Huanxitian and interfere in the affairs of other sects.

The way we came from is completely indistinguishable, but if we walk in a straight line in one direction, we can always find our way out.

At night, most of the creatures in the jungle retreat to their burrows and remain dormant. The entire jungle is quiet.

A wide river flows through the jungle, then plunges down a steep cliff, forming a huge waterfall.

The sound of the water was deafening, like a thunderous roar.

Ning Fusang looked in the direction of the river, and it seemed to be the road to Kongyun Temple. She had stumbled upon a shortcut.

Ning Fusang took out her telescope, pulled the barrel open, and placed it near her eye. Behind the lens, there was a dark shadow. After her vision stabilized, she finally saw the true appearance of the shadow.

It was a black tower, standing atop the mountain, exuding a mysterious and solemn aura. As for the details, Ning Fusang couldn't see them very clearly.

She leaped from the cliffside waterfall and landed on the water.

Water splashed all over me.

Ning Fusang simply sank into the water to wash away the stench of blood. After all, she was heading to a sacred Buddhist site.

Underwater, her hearing became blurred, and the tremendous sound of the current suddenly diminished. Suddenly, a spirit stone entwined among the water plants caught her attention.

Ning Fusang's eyes flashed, and she swam downwards. How could spirit stones appear here?
Looking around, Ning Fusang found a tattered storage bag in the mud and sand. There was a hole at the bottom, so the contents had fallen out.

She rummaged around with her hands and found a few more spirit stones in the mud and sand near the storage bag. There was nothing else; most of it had probably been washed away by the water long ago.

Eight spirit stones, they are spirit stones after all, and they can be used.

Ning Fusang didn't pick up the tattered storage bag; after all, it was in such a bad state, and she didn't have a hobby of collecting junk.

After collecting the spirit stones, she was about to leave when, while traveling upstream, Ning Fusang looked back and discovered something new from that angle.

Ning Fusang turned back.

She pushed aside a mound of earth with both hands, and the surrounding water immediately became muddy, but in a moment it was carried away by the current and returned to its clear state.

Beneath the soil was a stone slab with a broken corner. Ning Fusang took out the Shattered Light Sword, pried it open, and a narrow, dark stone staircase appeared.

There was definitely something unusual about it!
Ning Fusang slipped into the stone passage, and a moment later, the stone slab that had been lifted was gently covered by the water flow.

The water flow carried mud, sand, and gravel, quickly covering the stone slabs.

The narrow stone path made it hard to breathe. After what seemed like an eternity, Ning Fusang finally reached the top of the stone steps and stood at the entrance of the passageway. He used his sword to carve a mark on the stone wall and left a small flame.

Although the flame might not last long in the confined space, it was a convenient thing to do anyway. If it didn't go out, she could use the light to guide her back the way she came.

Ning Fusang took out a spirit stone for illumination; in the dark environment, any sound was especially clear.

Her steps were light and slow, so her footsteps were not loud, making the enclosed space seem exceptionally quiet.

The secret passage twisted and turned like a maze. If Ning Fusang hadn't seen the marks she had left along the way, she would have thought she had come full circle.

These passageways and secret chambers are almost identical, and it is impossible to tell them apart.

Ning Fusang guessed that this might be a cultivator's secret hideout.

If she was lucky, the treasure might not have been taken yet. But deep down, she felt that the possibility was very slim.

The entrance was clearly damaged, and the storage bag indicated that someone had been there.

"Hiss~"

A faint cry in the darkness instantly put Ning Fusang on alert. She flicked a small flame from her fingertip and sent it flying.

Wow!
Flames spread, illuminating the dark corner. A snow-white weasel, its paws covering its head, stared at Ning Fusang with terrified eyes, its legs trembling.

Ning Fusang thought, "She's not ugly, is she? How come she scared this sable like she'd seen a ghost?"

Unbeknownst to her, her white clothes, disheveled hair, and bloodstains made her appear rather horrifying to the ferret.

Ning Fusang picked up the ferret by the scruff of its neck and felt a little sticky blood. She turned the ferret over and examined it carefully to make sure that it had no wounds and that the blood had come from somewhere else.

Ning Fusang put it down and looked around the corner. The ferret's eyes darted around nervously.

Despite being terrified, he still kept a distance from her and followed.

There was no road ahead, only a narrow mouse hole. Ning Fusang looked at the ferret, measured it, and realized that it could fit through the hole.

Ning Fusang drew his Shattered Light Sword and slashed it at the wall. With a loud "boom," the stone wall collapsed.

A snow-white afterimage flashed before Ning Fusang's eyes. The sable was nuzzling around a cultivator lying face down, as if trying to wake him.

Ning Fusang glanced at the blood that snaked from under the man to his feet, lifted her skirt, and walked around it.

She turned the person over, a slight look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Lingyu Palace, Xie Taiting!
"Cough cough..." Xie Taiting slowly woke up, and the two coughs were so weak that even the wind could blow them away.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, only able to see a blurry double image: "I am... I am Xie Taiting of Lingyu Palace. I hope you can help me. I will be eternally grateful."

Ning Fusang smiled. What did she need this worthless gratitude for?
However, she still had questions for Xie Taiting. Ning Fusang took out a healing pill, pried open his mouth, and fed it to him. Her movements were somewhat rough, and Xie Taiting couldn't help but cough violently again, but it was clear that his cough was much stronger than before.

"How did you get to this underground palace?" Ning Fusang asked.

When Xie Taiting's dizzy head cleared up, he realized that the person who had saved him was Ning Fusang.

Xie Taiting propped himself up slightly and sat up. He leaned against the stone wall, tucked the ferret into his sleeve, and slowly said, "When I was chasing that demonic monk in the jungle, I encountered a demonic beast and accidentally fell into a bottomless pit. That's how I ended up here."

Judging from his disheveled appearance, he must have stepped on every trap on the road.

Ning Fusang took advantage of the situation: "If you want me to save you, you can give me everything except your life."

If there were any hidden treasures, Xie Taiting would have already taken them all by the time he entered. Ning Fusang's demand for his storage bag was also a way of asking for these hidden treasures.

Xie Taiting raised his eyes: "Fellow Daoist, aren't you being a bit too greedy?"

Ning Fusang shrugged indifferently, his tone nonchalant: "Aren't all the things Fellow Daoist Xie possesses more important than your life?"

If it weren't for the fact that Xie Taiting was an inner disciple of Lingyu Palace, and that she didn't want to cause trouble, she would have left long ago after picking up her things.

She didn't think her demands were excessive. Like a cunning rabbit with multiple burrows, Xie Taiting wouldn't carry all his wealth with him.

Therefore, her request for some resources would not cause any harm to Xie Taiting's cultivation. This was Ning Fusang's decision after weighing the pros and cons.

Xie Taiting was silent for a moment before speaking, "I cannot give you this robe I am wearing and the sable in my sleeve."

Ning Fusang: ?

What would she need such a weak spirit beast as a ferret? She already has the Abyss Realm, which is much more powerful than a ferret.

Ning Fusang agreed without hesitation, while Xie Taiting silently untied the three storage bags under his outer robe, along with the ring on his hand, the gilded dagger at his waist, and some hidden weapons and talismans.

Ning Fusang said, "I am only responsible for taking you out of the underground palace, I will not send you back to Lingyu Palace."

Xie Taiting expressed his understanding.

Ning Fusang used her Shattered Light Sword to carve a stone crutch for Xie Taiting, and then returned along the path she had come in.

According to Xie Taiting, the bottomless pit into the underground palace where he fell was the entrance, and the place where she entered was the exit.

"call--"

After Ning Fusang dragged Xie Taiting ashore, he let out a long breath.

She rubbed her shoulders, and after fulfilling her promise, she left directly, abandoning Xie Taiting on the shallow beach.

The ferret clung tightly to Xie Taiting's sleeve, snagging his clothes. After leaving the water, it emerged from the sleeve and shook off the water.

Looking back at Xie Taiting, a look of worry appeared in his eyes.

The ferret opened its mouth and spat out a storage ring. Xie Taiting used the last bit of spiritual power he had left to open the storage ring, take out a pill and swallow it. He was exhausted and didn't even want to refine the pill, so he let the pill's effects take effect slowly on their own.

As the moon sets and the sun rises, the warm sunlight shines down.

The ferret exposed its belly, letting its tangled fur bask in the sun.

(End of this chapter)