Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 107 Plum Blossoms Blooms Twice, Killing Fellow Disciples
“Fairy Tengyan,” Wang Bingxuan called out to her, “Regarding the cooperation with the Southern Star Sword Sect, I hope the Wanyi Sect can take the lead and mediate.”

"Of course, of course." Teng Yan smiled. "After all, this matter also concerns the gains and losses of my Wanyi Sect."

"If Fellow Daoist Wang has no objections, then I will have the disciples of the Wanyi Sect send a message to the people of the Nanxing Sword Sect."

Teng Yan picked up a communication talisman, and the talisman's surface flashed with light, indicating that the message had been sent.

……

Beside the clear pool, Ning Fusang sat cross-legged. Before her was a greenish-yellow lotus flower with extremely fine and long petals, surrounded by wisps of crimson mist.

The green and yellow lotus flowers sway in the wind, like a beautiful young girl dancing gracefully.

The peculiar fragrance faded from its initial fullness to a very faint one.

The five-hundred-year-old water bamboo and lotus flower have pure medicinal properties and mild effects, which are very helpful for Qian Yuan's injuries.

Ning Fusang's divine sense covered an area of ​​ten miles to ensure that no one would accidentally wander in.

The once vibrant colors of the water lily have turned grayish-white, the medicinal effects completely absorbed. The petals have withered and floated on the surface of the pond, and a black dragon, about seven inches long, has emerged from the lotus's heart.

Qianyuan sneezed, causing ripples to spread across the water.

The fragrance of the water bamboo and lily was so strong that it felt as if its body was completely soaked in this unique floral scent.

Qianyuan plunged into the pool, rinsed himself several times, and felt that the fragrance had faded considerably before wrapping it around Ning Fusang's wrist again.

A cool sensation pressed against Ning Fusang's skin. Qian Yuan slightly raised his head, his eyes languid, and asked her, "Shall we go to the mysterious palace discovered by the Wanyi Sect?"

"Go, but there's no need to rush."

Ning Fusang stood up and said slowly, "The deepest part of the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm must be fraught with danger. Let them go and scout ahead first."

Her gaze fell upon the withered water bamboo and lotus flowers on the surface of the pool. "It's a pity that this medicinal herb is only five hundred years old."

Qian Yuan comforted her instead: "The Water Bamboo Flower Lotus has very high requirements for its growing environment, and there are many spirit beasts that covet it. It's already quite good that it can grow to five hundred years old."

"Too."

Ning Fusang suppressed her regret and prepared to go to another place where spiritual herbs grow before heading to the mysterious stone palace.

She used a Swift Light Talisman, and her figure transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the void.

A strong wind was blowing between the cliffs.

A plant resembling an orchid took root in a crevice in the rock.

Ning Fusang summoned the Shattered Light Sword, but the gale was too fierce, making it impossible to control the sword. She had no choice but to twist her wrist, inserting the sword into the mountainside, and then leap down step by step.

"It's a seventh-tier spiritual plant, the Orchid Flower."

Qian Yuan peeked out from Ning Fusang's sleeve and saw the appearance of the spirit flower.

The leaves of the orchid are slender and emerald green, about the length of a shattered sword, and hang downwards. The stem in the center is yellowish-brown and bears three snow-white flowers that are close together.

But the essence of the orchid flower lies not in its snow-white blossoms, but in its plump, round orchid berry.

The strong wind made Ning Fusang's ears hurt and she couldn't open her eyes. She squinted and looked around, a doubt creeping into her mind, "A seventh-tier spiritual plant, doesn't it have a companion demonic beast?"

"The environment in which the Orchid Flower grows is so harsh that even ordinary demonic beasts would not be able to adapt unless their bodies are as strong as copper walls and iron walls. Perhaps it is because of this gale that there are no accompanying demonic beasts," Qian Yuan pondered for a moment before answering.

It darted out, biting the orchid berry, the process going perfectly smoothly.

Seeing that Qian Yuan had succeeded, Ning Fusang withdrew her sword, stepped on the protruding rocks between the cliffs, and leaped into the air. A beam of cold light rushed towards her.

Her movements were faster than her thoughts; she leaned back to avoid the attack, then used the momentum to flip over and land behind her opponent, delivering a backhand sword strike.

Blood splattered everywhere. Before she could even see the other person's face clearly, they fell off the cliff. Ning Fusang couldn't hear a single word of their mumbled words.

This change happened in the blink of an eye.

There was one person left on the field, looking utterly astonished.

"You..." The man's tone was surprised and doubtful. He hadn't expected that someone would suddenly appear from below the cliff.

Ning Fusang glanced at the mess and traces of the fight on the ground and realized that the person was not trying to ambush her. It was just that the two of them were fighting and the sword had missed its mark and hit her face.

It was all because of the strange, howling wind on the cliff; it made her dizzy and disoriented, so she didn't hear anything from above. Out of the corner of her eye, Ning Fusang caught sight of a sachet that seemed vaguely familiar. She racked her brain, and the image settled on a familiar face.

"Is the other person from the Southern Star Sword Sect?"

The man instinctively denied it: "No..."

How could he possibly reveal which sect's members he injured?

However, before the man could finish speaking, Ning Fusang had already drawn his sword!
In a flash, the sharp blade slit his throat.

How could Ning Fusang, who mistakenly killed someone from the Southern Star Sword Sect, possibly allow a witness to leave the secret realm alive?

She crouched down and began searching the man's soul. After a moment, a look of "I knew it" flashed in her lowered eyes.

That person is warm and gentle.

They had met briefly outside Yunling Valley. At that time, Wenxin was wearing this sachet.

In the secret realm, Wenxin and the man in front of her became enemies over a treasure. Wenxin was no match for the man and was already seriously injured.

She was unlucky and didn't meet anyone she knew.

Wenxin's only fellow disciple was Ning Fusang, but due to a series of unforeseen events, Ning Fusang died at her hands.

After picking up the man's storage bag, Ning Fusang sent a gust of wind, pushing the man's body off the cliff.

Below the cliff, a thunderous roar echoed as fierce winds tore at his body, quickly dissipating the blood mist and leaving nothing behind.

……

"Fellow Daoists, please draw your swords together!"

Wang Bingxuan clasped his hands in a fist and addressed the crowd.

He showed no sign of any animosity towards the Southern Star Sword Sect; he was humble, reserved, and had an elegant demeanor.

He Jiaxiu gritted her teeth, thinking to herself, "Hypocrite."

Jiang Xin thought that this man named Wang Bingxuan was destined for great things.

She joined the sect late and felt a sense of belonging, but not a strong sense of honor, so she wasn't as resistant to the people of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

In other words, she had no idea what grudges existed between the Southern Star Sword Sect and the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

Is it because of Wei Shaoqing?

But Senior Sister Jinzhen herself doesn't reject this fiancé, and others feel sorry for her. Is this what Senior Sister Jinzhen wants?

Someone like Senior Sister Jinzhen doesn't care about these things at all.

She made a hand seal, and hundreds of people formed a sword formation. The vast sword energy crashed violently into the stone gate!

The seemingly indestructible stone palace gate shattered completely with a deafening crash!

Fairy Tengyan of the Wanyi Sect flashed a look of surprise in her beautiful eyes. She immediately called out softly, "All Wanyi Sect disciples, follow me into the hall!"

"Autumn Frost Sword Sect disciple, formally accepted!"

Wang Bingxuan raised his arm and took the lead, flashing into the stone palace.

He Jiaxiu turned around and glanced at the still-moving little monk Wuchen: "Aren't you going in?"

Wuchen said, "This humble monk is waiting for my fellow disciples from Kongyun Temple."

"Miss He, you don't need to worry about me, please go inside quickly."

He fiddled with the prayer beads and murmured, "Amitabha."

He Jiaxiu said, "Whatever you want."

Her figure disappeared at the stone gate.

(End of this chapter)