Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 105 Soul Searching Memories
Ning Fusang's gaze fell on the spirit sword in Cai Lian's hand, a cloud of doubt flashing through her mind. How could she possess a spirit sword?
The servant disciple's wealth was far too little to afford such fine things.

Ning Fusang abandoned the Xuan Tie Sword and summoned his own spirit sword, Shattered Light, coldly mocking, "With your second-realm cultivation, you think you can kill me? Cai Lian, after all these years, your swordsmanship may not have improved, but your ability to talk nonsense is quite remarkable."

"Chen Ming has only been in the mountains for a little over two months. Why are you so deeply in love with him that you are determined to avenge him?"

Cai Lian's eyes were in excruciating pain, and blood tears flowed again, making her face, which was covered by poison, look ferocious and terrifying. The light of her spirit sword danced in her hand as she swept towards Ning Fusang.

"What do you know? Chen Ming and I have known each other since childhood, it's just that I came to the Southern Star Sword Sect before him."

The boy in Cai Lian's memory still looked so handsome, with an indomitable spirit in his brows, yet as gentle as a spring breeze when facing her.

He said, "Sister Cai Lian, one defeat is nothing. Let's participate together in the next outer sect competition!"

The girl said with distress, "What if I still can't get into the inner sect next time?"

"That's alright. Once I enter the inner sect and become a personal disciple, I'll be your support." The eighteen-year-old, spirited young man said from behind her, pressing his hand on her shoulder.

"Master Yu said that our batch of disciples is the most talented one he has ever taught. I will definitely enter the inner sect!"

"Of course, with your talent, you will surely enter the inner sect and shine brightly." She looked at the young Chen Ming with a smile in her eyes.

"Tomorrow is a day off, shall we go to the market?"

The young man refused her, saying apologetically, "Sister Cai Lian, maybe next time. I have an appointment to fight someone at the Sword-Questioning Platform."

It was actually a life-or-death arena, but he didn't want Cai Lian to worry, so he didn't mention it. He originally wanted to go to the ordinary sword-testing arena, but Ning Fusang said the stakes were too low.

She wasn't interested in anything other than a life-or-death arena.

Chen Ming never thought he would lose, so he agreed.

Cai Lian did not witness Ning Fusang killing Chen Ming, but the sect was spreading the word that on the life-and-death stage, heads fell to the ground and blood splattered everywhere.

The hatred in her eyes finally erupted. "Ning Fusang, the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm is our arena of life and death. I will renew the bet between you and Chen Ming!"

Zheng!
The spirit sword emitted a trembling sound, and Ning Fusang slashed with his longsword, suppressing Cai Lian's attack. "Chen Ming lost back then, and you won't win today either."

"Hehehe!" She sneered repeatedly, pointing her sword slightly. "Ning Fusang, you are too arrogant."

"If I weren't confident, why would I go to such lengths to secure this spot in the secret realm?" Cai Lian laughed maniacally. "I'm not the only one who wants to kill you. I know perfectly well that I'm just a knife in someone else's hand, but so what? This knife can personally end your life!"

Ning Fusang showed no surprise. From the moment Cai Lian summoned that spirit sword, she knew that Cai Lian had others helping her behind the scenes.

She just couldn't guess who that person was for the time being.

boom!
The sword-like wind swept in, causing the surrounding rain to dance wildly.

Cai Lian's aura surged dramatically, with faint black energy emanating from him.

She practiced demonic cultivation techniques!
The cold rain lashed against Ning Fusang's face. She gripped her sword tightly and unleashed a series of sword energies that darted through the rain like dragons, striking Cai Lian.

Cai Lian was covered in wounds. She stood up unsteadily, pointed to her forehead, and pulled back, saying, "Come out. I have brought you to the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm."

Black mist, like clouds, coalesced into an eight-foot-tall figure, its appearance obscured, exuding only a chilling, malevolent aura.

Is this Cai Lian, the demon she traded with?

Ning Fusang snorted coldly and swung her sword! The black shadow split in two, and without any obstruction, the sword light flew straight backward, magnified in Cai Lian's eyes. She raised her sword to block, and the spirit sword shattered with a crash!

Then, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She covered it with her hands, and warm blood flowed out between her fingers.

She knew she was dead.

The demonic entity transformed into black mist, coiling around Ning Fusang's body and tightening its grip inch by inch, chanting ancient words incomprehensible to humans. Ning Fusang's mind was about to explode; she coldly shouted, "Die!"

As she finished speaking, her aura surged, and the demonic energy was swept away by the powerful spiritual energy!

On Cai Lian's body, a black golem the size of a leaf shattered instantly.

Qian Yuan asked, "Do you want to know who's behind this?"

Ning Fusang raised her eyes slightly: "You have a way?"

Qian Yuan traced the path along her hand, moving to her fingertips, and slowly said, "I know the art of soul searching."

Its tail touched Cai Lian's brow, and countless fragments of memories entered its mind.

Qian Yuan used a secret technique of the demon race to share his memories with Ning Fusang.

It was drizzling and the sky was overcast with dark clouds overhead.

Cai Lian trudged along the muddy path into the valley and stopped in front of a wooden house.

"I'm here. What's the matter?"

She kept a distance from the wooden house, not daring to get too close, for fear of being tricked.

An aged, hoarse voice came from inside the house: "Do you still remember Chen Ming?"

This name was a taboo in Cai Lian's heart. Her expression changed and her voice turned cold: "I didn't expect that Elder Lu Cong, who was stationed in such a remote place as Qingbo Cave Lake, would know about such an unknown disciple as Chen Ming."

Her attitude was extremely hostile. Lu Cong had already had his cultivation destroyed and was reduced to a mortal. He had no hope of achieving the Great Dao in this life and could only eke out a living in this Rain Valley. Why should she give him any face?

Lu Cong's voice came through the door: "It seems you don't want to avenge him. Then you can leave."

Cai Lian felt as if her legs were made of lead, frozen in place. She said, "Ning Fusang is already a direct disciple, and his cultivation is above mine. How can I take revenge?"

The person inside smiled and said, "I can help you."

He seemed to know what Cai Lian was going to say, and slowly said, "You don't need to be wary of me. I'm about to die, so what I say to you is as open as the sky."

"You know about the appearance of the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm, right? That's your best chance to kill Ning Fusang. No one can save her; she's doomed."

If it weren't for Ning Fusang and Yang Ruo, how could he have ended up in this state? He couldn't take revenge on Yang Ruo, but with Ning Fusang dead, the hatred in his heart could be somewhat appeased.

Cai Lian's lips curled into a mocking smile: "There's only one spot for the Dual Heaven Spirit Realm. How can I possibly get it?"

Lu Cong said, "Go find Dou Yuan, he will help you."

"In addition, Jiang Renyi and Qi Jiang were killed."

These were Lu Cong's final instructions. Cai Lian picked up the storage bag from his hand and left Rain Valley.

The black golem was right there among them. Cai Lian found Dou Yuan; although he was only at the first level of cultivation, his vision and swordsmanship were far superior to those of a menial disciple.

Under Dou Yuan's guidance, Cai Lian obtained the only spot among the miscellaneous disciples to enter the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm.

After Ning Fusang finished reading Cai Lian's memories, she said to Qian Yuan, "I want to learn the art of soul searching."

The art of soul searching is listed as a forbidden technique, and disciples of sects are not allowed to practice it. No sect's library will openly display this technique.

Qian Yuan's knowledge of soul-searching techniques made it easier for Ning Fusang to learn them.

(End of this chapter)