Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 95 Lifting the Restriction

At the appointed time, the paper lanterns on the tall wooden lantern racks in the Moon Worship Village lit up one after another. The cold, white light was somewhat like the Azure Sky Moonlight Lantern that Ning Fusang had obtained.

A gloomy wind made the paper lanterns sway precariously.

At this time, the number of cultivators in the ghost market increased. The black cloths of the street vendors were torn off, revealing all sorts of spiritual herbs, beast cores, talismans, and magical artifacts.

Large and small iron cages covered with runes housed spirit beasts and demon beasts.

Spirit beasts and demon beasts share the same origin, similar to righteous cultivators and evil cultivators among humans, only their paths differ.

Demonic beasts are ferocious, devouring human cultivators to increase their cultivation, and also consuming the beast cores of their own kind. Spirit beasts, like humans, cultivate spiritual power and absorb the essence of the sun and moon for cultivation.

The beast inside the cage, covered in wounds, continued to struggle. The iron cage shook violently, then a flash of rune light suppressed the rebellious beast once more.

Ning Fusang's gaze swept across the various vendors' stalls, finally settling on a corner. There, the light was dim, and the old man, dressed in a black robe, blended completely into the darkness of the night.

In front of him was a black cloth, on which were placed several simple array plates. Ning Fusang noticed that there were also several tortoise shells with runes engraved on them beside him.

The other party should be a formation master. Generally speaking, formation masters and talisman masters are all involved in the field of restrictions, it's just a matter of whether they are proficient in them or not.

In short, he is a sword cultivator like Ning Fusang who knows more about restrictions.

She walked to the corner and squatted down. Most of her face was hidden under the gray cloak, only her thin chin was visible.

The black-robed stall owner slightly raised his cloudy eyes and asked telepathically, "Would you like to buy an array plate or have your fortune told?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Fusang's eyes; the other party actually knew the art of divination. A place like the Ghost Market truly was teeming with talent, but she had no interest in fortune-telling.

She telepathically asked the stall owner, "I have an item with some restrictions on it. Can you remove them?"

This is a common occurrence. Rogue cultivators kill and plunder treasures. After obtaining the treasures, they find that there are restrictions on them, and since they are not familiar with such restrictions, they will seek out cultivators who understand them to help them break the restrictions.

The old man tapped his fingers lightly on the ground a few times and transmitted his voice, "Let's check the things first."

Ning Fusang didn't want to reveal the pear blossom storage jade, so she put the items in her storage bag beforehand. She took out the stone brick and handed it to the old man.

The stone was somewhat heavy, and upon closer inspection, it looked no different from ordinary mountain rocks. The old man squinted, examining it closely. The murky light in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a somewhat solemn expression.

The cultivators in the Ghost Market all have somewhat eccentric personalities, and it's not uncommon for them to clash over a single sentence. Ning Fusang didn't urge him.

She sat down on the spot, leaning against the wall, and silently observed the monks coming and going. The people in the ghost market were mostly wearing large cloaks, and some wore masks.

Suddenly, Ning Fusang raised her eyes and saw a familiar figure.

It was the young man she encountered among the three rogue cultivators three days ago when she went to find Bai Shen. Ning Fusang wasn't too surprised that he would appear in the Ghost Market.

The girl was poisoned by the Black Feathered Skull Rabbit. Without white ginseng, ordinary antidotes wouldn't be effective. She had taken the white ginseng from the mountain mound; the young man had probably come to the ghost market to try his luck and see if there was any white ginseng for sale.

The black-robed stall owner, having ascertained the condition of the restrictions on the stone, transmitted his voice: "There were originally thirty-six layers of restrictions on this, five of which were destroyed. You removed them yourself, didn't you?"

The method was crude and clumsy; someone knowledgeable in seals would never dismantle it this way. But the opponent, unaware of seals, still managed to dismantle five layers, indicating considerable skill.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fusang gave a soft "hmm," but when she looked up again, the young man had already disappeared.

She looked away, lowered her eyes, and asked, "Can you solve this?"

“This restriction is intricate and meticulously crafted; it must have been laid out by a master of restriction techniques. I have no choice but to give it a try,” the black-robed stall owner said.

Ning Fusang remained calm. "We'll dismantle as many layers as we can." The black-robed stall owner replied with a "Okay" and began dismantling the restrictions. A cultivator arrived wanting to buy an array plate, but the old man, without even looking up, simply said, "Get lost."

That's very impolite.

But this is a ghost market, so nobody thinks anything is wrong.

Time passed slowly, and the stall owner had already lifted six layers of restrictions in just a few hours. Ning Fusang thought about how fast she could lift restrictions and couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, everyone has their own expertise."

The task of lifting the restrictions should be left to array masters and talisman cultivators.

As dawn approached, a minor incident occurred in the ghost market. A cultivator accidentally scraped off the talisman on the demon beast's cage, causing the beast to escape.

The cultivator was cleaved in two on the spot, but the demonic beast rampaged through the ghost market, trampling on many spiritual herbs, causing the situation to escalate.

Such chaos could cause trouble.

Ning Fusang frowned, pressed down on the stone, and said, "It's almost dawn, the Ghost Market will close, let's call it a day."

The stall owner in black robes nodded; he was also finding the restrictions behind him somewhat difficult to enforce.

Ning Fusang paid him two thousand spirit stones, put the stones away, and left Jiyue Village.

She could tell that the old man was becoming increasingly slow in breaking the seal, clearly struggling to maintain his strength. It seemed unlikely that one person alone could break the seal on the stone.

Ning Fusang was slightly curious about what was hidden inside the stone, which was sealed with so many layers of restrictions.

She has been away from the sect for nine days. Subtracting the five days spent traveling, she still has six days to spare.

Ning Fusang stayed in Fuyu City.

Besides completing the assessment task, she had other things to do when she left the sect.

Removing the restrictions on the stone is one thing; another is finding materials that can be used to refine magical artifacts.

Ning Fusang had always wanted to upgrade the telescope; in her view, this magical artifact was of great use.

A cultivator's divine sense can only cover a certain range, and then perceive the signs of living beings and inanimate objects within that range. For example, after Ning Fusang releases her divine sense, she can feel the subtle movements of water droplets falling into water and flowers unfolding their petals. If a cultivator steps into this range, she will also sense it, but Ning Fusang cannot see the water droplets in the pond, the flowers blooming, or the cultivator stepping on it.

These are all just feedbacks from her divine sense; she needs to use her imagination.

Telescopes made up for this deficiency.

It extended the monk's field of vision.

Therefore, Ning Fusang wanted to upgrade the Thousand-Mile Mirror. With her current wealth, she could buy some materials for upgrading the magic weapon without running out of money.

She had accumulated over ten thousand spirit stones long ago. After spending two thousand at the Ghost Market to have someone lift the restriction, she still had about eight thousand left.

The largest auction house in Floating Jade City is located in Ziyang Pavilion. Auction seats are limited, and tokens must be purchased in advance.

"You're here to attend the Ziyang Pavilion auction, right? Please show your token," the attendant at the door said respectfully.

When Ning Fusang arrived in Fuyu City, all the tokens had already been sold out. She spent one hundred spirit stones to buy a Ziyang Pavilion token on the black market.

After the attendant checked, he gestured for the guest to enter and said, "Please come in, distinguished guest."

(End of this chapter)