Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 102 The Illusion of the Lovebirds

Events from a thousand years ago unfolded in Qian Yuan's mind.

It has a close friend, the Demon Lord Canglang, who has occupied Burial Forest Mountain as his Daoist temple, and his descendants are countless.

The Demon Lord Canglang sought immortality, while Qianyuan sought to transform into a dragon. The wolf and the dragon killed both humans and demons, causing chaos and gradually attracting the attention of powerful human beings.

The demon race sent a demon to offer amnesty: "Lord Canglang, human cultivators will soon come to Burial Forest Mountain to exorcise the demons. Without the protection of the demon race, your dream of immortality may be shattered."

Qianyuan, perched atop the rocky mountain, glanced down at the little demon who had come to offer amnesty, then raised his head to look at his close friend, the Azure Wolf Demon Lord.

The Azure Wolf Demon Lord had already transformed into human form, his blue and white robes billowing behind him in the mountain breeze, exuding a dashing yet domineering air, making him appear more like a human cultivator.

A confident smile played on his lips: "I have already reached the Twelfth Realm, and with my close friend Qian Yuan by my side, who in the world can kill me?"

The Demon Lord of the Azure Wolf, full of vigor, recited a human poem aloud: "This body is but a boat on the vast天地 (heaven and earth), where in the land am I not free?"

"Little demon, go back and tell your king that I, Canglang, only seek longevity and freedom, and will never serve the demon race. Do not come to my Burial Forest Mountain again!"

The little demon who came to deliver the message shook his head with pity. He had no idea who this important figure was who had come to Burial Forest Mountain.

The winds of change are blowing, and the demon slayer has arrived.

That day was the most miserable day for both Canglang Demon Lord and Qianyuan since they met. Before the other party even drew his sword, his boundless sword intent had already caused the mountains to shake and the earth to tremble, with sand and stones flying everywhere.

A fighting spirit was concentrated in Qian Yuan's eyes.

A thousand years ago, it did not help the Azure Wolf win. This time, it will change the outcome and revitalize Burial Forest Mountain!

Driven by boundless fighting spirit, Qianyuan gradually forgot something.

……

In the pitch-black hall, a dim oil lamp was lit.

The little girl gently placed the oil lamp on the ground and used her hands to rummage through the hair of a woman in plain clothes in the corner. Her face was as pale as snow, and her eyes were empty and lifeless.

The little girl's finger rested on her cold cheek, and she asked almost in a whisper, "Do you still remember who you are?"

The woman in plain clothes did not respond, becoming nothing more than a puppet. A puppet has no consciousness and cannot answer her questions.

The little girl looked at her and asked her again and again, "...Who am I?"

Perhaps her efforts had worked, for the woman in white finally reacted, muttering to herself, "Who am I...who am I?"

She didn't know what the sentence meant, but someone kept mentioning it to her, so she remembered it.

A glimmer of light appeared in the girl's eyes. If even this question were forgotten, then she would never find herself again.

squeak-

The door was pushed open, letting in light, and a cold female voice rang out: "Why have you come to the Hall of Longevity again? She has become a puppet and will not answer any of your questions. Why bother with this futile effort?"

The little girl sat on the cold ground, just a line away from the warm sunlight. She gently raised the corners of her lips and whispered, "The sun will rise in the east, shining on my railing, Fusang. From now on, I am Fusang."

The cold female voice faded into the distance, and Ning Fusang could no longer hear what she was saying.

The Hall of Eternal Life—such distant memories.

With a flick of her wrist, the Bewitching Bell jingled, and the red and blue lovebirds with their intertwined necks were startled and took flight, only to be caught in a golden bamboo cage that descended from the sky.

The sound of the Bewitching Bell caused the illusion to become unstable.

……

A dragon roar resounded through the heavens. The sword cultivator who controlled the wind finally drew his sword. The sword light sliced ​​off the head of the Azure Wolf and also erased Qian Yuan's two cultivation levels.

Corpses littered the Burial Forest Mountain, blood flowed like rivers, the glaring red congealing in the abyss's eyes, refusing to dissipate until finally submerged by the icy pool. The Dragon-Locking Chain pierced its flesh, unbroken for a thousand years. *Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling—*

Qian Yuan snapped out of his daze and found that Ning Fusang had already grasped the lovebirds in her hand.

She said softly, "I really disliked that illusion just now, so you should atone with your death."

Qianyuan was unaware of what had happened; it was still immersed in the battle from a thousand years ago, unable to extricate itself. Such profound emotions even affected its state of mind.

But Fusang doesn't seem like someone whose emotions in the illusion would affect her reality; she must really be in a bad mood.

The mandarin duck's breathing grew increasingly labored, and it let out a shrill cry, but it could no longer affect Ning Fusang and Qian Yuan.

The life force of the lovebird was gradually dissipating when a clear, melodious voice rang out: "Why kill such a rare and precious spirit beast as the lovebird? Why not sell it to my Spirit Feather Palace?"

Immediately following, a charming female voice rang out: "The beast core of the Lovebird can help in the practice of illusion magic. I, Huanxi Tianyi, also like it very much."

The woman landed on the ground, wearing a long, light gauze dress embroidered with large, lifelike fluttering flowers that were captivating. Her skirt swayed in the wind, like clouds in the sky, light and graceful.

Her black hair flowed freely, brushing against the lotus-shaped jade pendant hanging on her chest. Her eyes were smiling, and she exuded a noble and elegant air.

Two people at the fourth level of cultivation.

Ning Fusang remained expressionless, tightened her grip, and the lovebirds died. The man's expression changed, but the Joyful Heavenly Maiden smiled sweetly.

The lovebirds are dead, but the beast pill remains.

It seems this girl is sensible enough to have chosen herself.

Shen Yuzhu was about to speak when she froze on the spot.

The girl clenched her fist, and the beast core of the lovebirds transformed into pink spiritual light, scattering across the ground.

Is she sick?

A beast core, crushed just like that? Even if she didn't need the Lovebird Beast Core, she could exchange it for spirit stones!

Shen Yuzhu frowned slightly, and the man spoke up, "What is the meaning of this, sir?"

He was somewhat angry. Lovebirds are extremely rare; there might only be one in the entire Twin Heavens Spirit Realm. He had spoken politely, offering treasures in exchange, but the other party had strangled the lovebird to death right in front of him!

A feeling of pent-up frustration and resentment lingered in Yan Yuanzhi's heart, making his tone somewhat sharp and even tinged with a hint of accusation.

Ning Fusang curled her lips coldly; she didn't need to explain her actions to anyone.

Although Shen Yuzhu felt very sorry that the beast core of the Lovebird had been crushed, there was still the Radiant Soul Essence at hand. She took out a long silk ribbon from her sleeve and rolled it toward the Jade Wheel Flower.

The speed was so fast that it caught everyone off guard! Even Yan Yuanzhi, who was next to her, didn't react in time.

Ning Fusang leaped into the air and suddenly drew her sword. Yan Yuanzhi's gaze changed. She, a mere third-level cultivator, was directly confronting Shen Yuzhu. Ignorance is bliss.

sizzle-

The sound of tearing silk came from above, and countless pale red fragments fell like peach petals. The Qionglun Flower was intercepted by a long sword.

Yan Yuanzhi flicked his finger, and the spiritual light collided with Ning Fusang's Shattered Light Sword. The sword trembled like water ripples, and the Jade Flower flew into the sky.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped to snatch it, but at that moment the long ribbon came flying through the air, wrapped around Yan Yuanzhi's body, and threw him downwards.

Shen Yuzhu leaped up on her silk robe, and a flying sword gleaming with cold light pierced out diagonally, barely grazing her delicate chin.

"He does have some skill."

A strand of black hair fell lightly. Shen Yuzhu said in a tone that was both praising and sarcastic.

(End of this chapter)