Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 148 Wen Siling's Taoist Arts

Lu Zhuo smiled faintly and said humbly, "The situation is still uncertain, and everything is subject to change. However, I am here as well, and I thank Sect Master Bai for his kind words."

The atmosphere at the Autumn Frost Sword Sect was lively, while the atmosphere at the Southern Star Sword Sect was rather gloomy.

In the Mirror Flower Water Moon, the remaining two disciples, Ning Fusang, a direct disciple of Tianxin Peak, had no master to teach him. He had only studied in the inner sect for a year and had spiritual power but no decent magic or supernatural abilities. He had only learned the Sword Qi Realm of the four realms of swordsmanship.

Another disciple was Wen Siling, a disciple of Master Tanluan, but her cultivation level was lower than Ning Fusang's.

"Master Tanluan, what level is Siling's swordsmanship at now? Is there any hope of turning the tide of the battle?"

Dai Fengyin and the woman in the moon-white robe sat side by side, and Dai Fengyin turned her head and asked softly.

She wouldn't give up until the very last moment when the outcome was decided. If a sword cultivator didn't even have this fighting spirit, what was the point of cultivating the sword?

Master Tanluan felt immense pressure: "Siling's cultivation is at the mid-stage of the sixth level, and her swordsmanship is roughly at the half-step Sword Qi realm."

"She can condense sword energy, but it's not solid enough." Master Tanluan's evaluation of his disciple was quite fair: "She's a bit lacking in swordsmanship, but she's quite good at magic."

Dai Fengyin sighed with regret: "I once taught a student named Ning Fusang. She had exceptional talent in swordsmanship, but unfortunately she entered the inner sect a few years too late."

Speaking of which, Xuan Yunzi also mentored Ning Fusang, but for a much shorter period than Dai Fengyin. He mentored a new batch of inner disciples for a total of three days, teaching them the cultivation method of the "Spiritual Qi Technique."

Standing right next to her senior brother, Yang Ruo muttered, "I don't think Junior Sister Ning has no chance of winning."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present was sharp-witted. Elder Sikong, dressed in a snow-white robe, turned and glanced at him. "Oh? Yang Ruo seems to think highly of her?"

Yang Ruo nodded: "If it were a duel, Junior Sister Ning might not have the advantage, but the Mirror Flower Water Moon is a contest of killing skills. Junior Sister Ning's sword is definitely fast and sharp enough, and it can go anywhere."

Upon hearing this assessment, Liang Heng lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

He traveled with Ning Fusang all the way to the top of the mountain, where he naturally witnessed how decisive her sword was in killing.

Wang Bingyue of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect was the last to fall out of Mirror Flower Water Moon, which was likely caused by Junior Sister Ning. The timing was almost identical to when he and Chi Leng fell out of Mirror Flower Water Moon.

"Moreover, Junior Sister Ning has already broken through to the peak of the sixth level." This last point Yang Ruo mentioned was something that everyone was still unaware of.

Because after he and Ning Fusang left Yunling Valley, the sect set off for Tianchi, and they hadn't had time to report to the sect.

With so many disciples traveling, the sect elders wouldn't deliberately keep an eye on any particular disciple to assess their cultivation level.

The list provided by the Sword Debate Pavilion shows someone at the mid-stage of the sixth level of the cultivation realm, so that's basically the result. After all, their cultivation level was just measured before they left; who would doubt it?
A hint of surprise flashed in Duanmu Meiqing's eyes. She remained calm, tugged at Shen Hongxue's sleeve, and transmitted her voice, "Since Ning Fusang is so talented, why did you have her become a disciple of the Tianxin Peak lineage? Master Qixuan has been gone for many years. What can she learn at Tianxin Peak?"

In recent years, Duanmu Meiqing has been in seclusion and is unaware of the details of some events.

"Madam, you're wronging me. Ning Fusang is the top-ranked disciple in the outer sect competition. She can go to whichever peak she wants just by thinking about it."

While watching the battle between Mirror Flower and Water Moon, Shen Hongxue replied to her wife's words via telepathy, "She didn't leave her name on the flower slips back then; she submitted a blank slip. I only let her be affiliated with the Tianxin Peak lineage, retaining the status of a direct disciple, because I saw that she preferred to be an inner disciple rather than choose a master."

Duanmu Meiqing nodded with some skepticism, then asked, "Aren't you worried at all? Or do you have other plans?"

Shen Hongxue said helplessly, "Madam overestimates me. How could the Mirror Flower and Water Moon at Kongyun Temple be subject to manipulation by others? But being anxious is useless, let's just watch." The Mirror Flower and Water Moon is like a beautiful dream, unattainable, ethereal and elusive.

Several Zen masters from Kongyun Temple are still channeling spiritual energy to maintain this illusory world.

Golden, twisted lines, inlaid on the horizon, enclosed the entire world. Like a mirage, only the flat roof beneath their feet remained, a small, ephemeral realm.

Ning Fusang looked at the dawn light, her eyes flashing, and said, "Senior Sister Wen, the Mirror Flower Water Moon event is about to end. We need to finish this quickly. Only by eliminating four of their opponents can the Southern Star Sword Sect win the Sword Inquiry Tournament."

Even if all else fails, eliminating three players and still managing a tie is fine.

But a draw was not the result Ning Fusang wanted.

Wen Siling also knew this. The opponent had five people and victory was assured. If they didn't fight them, they could win as long as they dragged it out until the Mirror Flower Water Moon ended. Therefore, they had to make an attack.

Seeing that her resolve had strengthened and she was no longer despondent, Ning Fusang smiled slightly and then drew his sword.

The sword energy stretched for thirty miles vertically and thirty miles horizontally, weaving into a dense net that enveloped the people of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

Wen Siling was only stunned for a moment before she immediately followed up with her sword. The sword light was like a white snake spitting its tongue, rippling like countless stars, and flew out to kill her opponent's face.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the air seemed to become tense, and the air currents surged like a mighty river, creating a powerful and unstoppable force.

One of the disciples of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect shouted, "Form the Five Elements Frost Sword Formation!"

The five figures flickered and formed a battle formation, their spiritual energy surging outwards, their bodies becoming a pillar of dazzling light.

Ning Fusang's mind raced, and she blurted out, "Senior Sister Wen, Entanglement Technique!"

This is one of the Taoist arts that inner disciples are required to learn. Ning Fusang has not yet started learning it here, so he asked Wen Siling to demonstrate it.

Wen Siling reacted quickly, immediately understanding Ning Fusang's meaning. Her fingers moved rapidly, forming a magic seal in an instant. Green vines sprouted from the ground, wrapped around the waist of an Autumn Frost Sword Sect disciple, and pulled him out of the array's eye.

In a flash, Ning Fusang followed up with a sword strike, the sword energy penetrating the opponent's dantian and exploding. The man was covered in more than three hundred wounds and died completely.

Wen Siling's eyes brightened slightly, but the same trick didn't work the second time. Her entanglement technique was crushed into dust by the sword energy before it could even get close to the opponent.

Ning Fusang transmitted his voice, "Using the Alchemy Technique, I only need to slow his movements for half a breath to hit him in one strike!"

Wen Siling wasn't displeased at being able to assist Ning Fusang. She nodded, pondering where to place the gold in her hand.

Ning Fusang drew her sword to restrain her opponent, using a splitting sword strike to force him to free his hand to defend. However, the sword's edge only flashed before his eyes before piercing towards someone beside him.

The disciple of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect, a veteran of countless battles, immediately tried to grip his sword to defend himself, but the sword was deflected by the blade and crashed to the ground with a clang.

His arm, feeling slowed down, gleamed with a golden light that filled the man's eyes, making him furious.

The Midas Touch!
(End of this chapter)