Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 141 A Red Flower: Lu Ningxiang
Lu Hongdao said, "To live in seclusion and avoid the world."

"Is this Elder Lu's idea, or Sect Master Lu's idea?"

If it's the former, Wei Shaoqing can ignore it; if it's the latter, he needs to do as instructed.

Lu Hongping said calmly, "I only obey the sect leader's orders."

"it is good."

Wei Shaoqing responded and returned to his room. The cool sandalwood scent helped clear his mind.

The icy snowflakes landed on the back of his hand, their chill against his skin startling Wei Shaoqing. He remembered that he had closed the window before leaving the house.

Wei Shaoqing searched the table and the bottom of the vase, and finally found a rolled-up piece of paper in a white jade bottle on the left.

He untied the thin string, pulled open the letter paper, and found a cloud-script talisman tucked inside. Wei Shaoqing took the talisman down and looked down at the letter paper; there were no words written on it, only a maple leaf drawn on it.

This is the emblem of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

Wei Shaoqing held the talisman in his hand, and suddenly, the talisman's light flashed across his palm.

The next instant, his figure disappeared from the room.

The biting wind, like knives and swords, cut into his cheeks and ears. But Wei Shaoqing felt as if a furnace was burning inside him, and he didn't feel the cold at all.

He was wearing a dharma robe and had taken the Fire Yang Pill earlier.

Wei Shaoqing had no idea where he was. He looked around but couldn't see any trace of the Heavenly Pool Palace.

He quickly realized that something was wrong.

If it were someone from the Autumn Frost Sword Sect who wanted to see him, Elder Lu could have simply given his instructions.

Why call him out separately?
However, the markings on the stationery cannot be forged...

Wei Shao hesitated for a while, then decided to wait. He didn't know the direction of the Heavenly Pool Palace, and he couldn't walk back on his own.

Since the other party has invited him out, they will show up sooner or later.

Not far away, halfway up a steep snow-capped mountain, a rogue cultivator in brown hemp clothing reached out and plucked a snow lotus. Just as he was about to draw his sword, he leaped back to the flat ground.

Suddenly, he paused, squinted, and looked at the snow-covered ground. A handsome young man dressed in a monastic robe paced back and forth, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Sun Baidao's pupils contracted slightly.

Isn't that Li Jinzhen's mortal fiancé? How come he's in Cangshan Ridge?
How could an ordinary person withstand the climate in the snow?
Does his presence here mean that the Fairy Realm is also present?
Sun Baidao stroked the hilt of his sword, his eyes deep. Yes, the Lingzhou Immortal Sect was about to hold a Sword-Asking Tournament, and the venue was set at Tianchi.

He released his divine sense to survey the surroundings, but apart from the mortal youth, there was no one else there. Sun Baidao's eyes flashed, and he jumped off the snow mountain.

Wei Shaoqing squatted down and idly drew circles in the snow. Suddenly, a glint of a knife flashed in the snow, a terrifying sight.

The explosive power he displayed in the face of death made Wei Shaoqing's movements incredibly swift; he rolled on the spot to avoid the snow-white blade.

"It's you?"

Upon seeing the other person's face clearly, Wei Shaoqing exclaimed in surprise.

"We have no enmity between us, so why do you intend to kill me?"

Wei Shaoqing had seen this man with a broad face and thick eyebrows before. Li Jinzhen had bought a freesia from him in the market of the Southern Star Sword Sect.

That freesia was kept on Guanyue Peak. Wei Shaoqing often watered and pruned it, and now it has grown very well.

Sun Baidao, with his fleshy face and repulsive appearance, stared coldly at Wei Shaoqing: "You and I have no enmity, but you are the fiancé of the near-fairy, so you deserve to die."

Wei Shaoqing frowned and asked, "Do you have a grudge against Jinzhen?"

"That shouldn't be! Jinzhen is kind-hearted; her sword never stains the blood of innocents. She's gentle and rarely makes enemies." Sun Baidao coldly retorted, "Shut up!"

“The Fairy of Near Truth is like the bright moon in the lonely sky. I respect and admire her as a goddess or an immortal. How could I possibly harbor any resentment towards her?”

"I killed you only to cleanse the filth from Fairy Jinzhen's body! Even if she discovers what happened today and seeks revenge for you, I will be content to die by Fairy Jinzhen's sword!"

"Filthy" Wei Shaoqing: "..."

Sun Baidao's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he gripped his blade and slashed down. How could Wei Shaoqing, a mere mortal, possibly dodge? He clearly saw his own reflection in the blade's surface—

clang!
At the critical moment, a snowflake, as white as salt, flew in, broke the precious sword, and pierced his brow.

The moment the blood spilled out, it froze into ice shards.

Sun Baidao fell to the ground in the snow. In his wide eyes, he saw a bright red figure reflected in the snow. He heard the voice of the newcomer, clear and cold like ice crystals.

"Who do you think you are, to even covet Li Jinzhen?"

The woman said with disgust.

Having narrowly escaped death, Wei Shaoqing's heartbeat was exceptionally clear amidst the icy snow. His voice hoarse, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Fairy Lu, for saving my life..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wei Shaoqing's pupils dilated in shock. He looked down in disbelief at the knife stuck in his chest. "Fairy Lu, why...?"

The stunningly beautiful woman in red smiled alluringly and said leisurely, "Do you want to ask why I, as Lu Zhuo's daughter, would kill you, Wei Shaoqing?"

The excruciating pain made it difficult for Wei Shaoqing to think. Hearing the woman's words, he nodded with difficulty.

Lu Ningxiang said, "Lu Zhuo wants you to live, to be a puppet of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect, to hinder Li Jinzhen's cultivation progress, but no one has asked for my opinion, Lu Ningxiang's opinion."

She turned her gaze to the young man, whose handsome face was deathly pale. "Wei Shaoqing, you are not worthy of Li Jinzhen."

Lu Ningxiang muttered to herself, "What's so good about being a puppet? I'll help you cut the puppet strings and give you freedom. In your next life, don't get involved in sect conflicts again."

"Rest in peace, Wei Shaoqing."

The whispered words dissipated in the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, the pale snow covered the two corpses. A small black dragon, coiled atop an icicle in the cave, turned to the girl inside and said, "They're gone."

Ning Fusang removed the concealment talisman, stood in a high mountain cave, and looked down.

She and Qian Yuan discovered that there was a thousand-year-old cold marrow in this ice cave, and deliberately cultivated here in order to refine the cold marrow and temper their bodies. Unexpectedly, they witnessed such a grand show.

A single red branch, fragrant with Lu Ningxiang.

This is how outsiders describe the eldest daughter of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

Ning Fusang hadn't recovered her cultivation and, fearing discovery, had to use a concealment talisman. She hadn't expected Lu Ningxiang to kill Wei Shaoqing.

It seems there is disharmony within the Autumn Frost Sword Sect. At least on the matter of Wei Shaoqing, they have not reached a consensus.

Ning Fusang told Qian Yuan to return to the Sword Heart Diagram and prepared to leave.

At this moment, something unusual happened in the snow.

A faint, pale yellow light drifted out from the snow, coalescing into the shape of a snow-white insect. Ning Fusang's eyes flickered, and she flew out through the snow, her snow-blue dress billowing and fluttering in the wind.

She pinched the small, round, white worm that had crawled out of Wei Shaoqing's body, twisted her body, and threatened in a soft voice, "Let go! Let go! I can't breathe!"

Ning Fusang loosened her grip slightly, a look of surprise appearing in her bright eyes: "You can talk?"

She thought that only powerful demons like Qian Yuan could speak human language. She never imagined that even a tiny insect could speak human words.

(End of this chapter)