Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The stone golem was shattered into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

The further you go, the more difficult it becomes, and there are no breaks to rest.

When Ning Fusang encountered the two fellow disciples, Ruan Zongquan and Guan Zhuyin, Guan Zhuyin was panting heavily as he spoke with his senior brother, Ruan Zongquan.

"Senior brother, is that enough? If we go any further, the sword stone golems will become more and more powerful, and we might not even have a chance to catch our breath."

As he spoke, he held his longsword horizontally against a stone golem, his arm trembling violently, his steps unsteady, and he fell backward.

Looking at the stone gate so close to him, Ruan Zongquan's eyes clearly showed his unwillingness. "The people from the Southern Star Sword Sect have all gone through, so naturally I must go through too."

“You can’t compare them like that. They trained in the Sword Stone Forest.” Guan Zhuyin’s voice trembled.

boom!
The loud explosion made the two brothers turn their heads at the same time.

A glimpse of a blue and white robe fluttered in the wind as Ning Fusang wielded her sword. Several afterimages flashed by, and the sword energy split the stone golem in two, tearing it apart.

Ning Fusang had already sensed that the speed and power of his sword strikes were not as good as before, but he had not yet reached his limit.

She also wanted to know where her limits were. Just as Ning Fusang had told Gu Pingsheng before, she liked that feeling of being completely exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.

Things will turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes.

Only in extreme exhaustion can one experience the most wonderful feeling of relaxation.

She rubbed her slightly sore wrist, and her swordplay, which had been gentle, became more sharp.

The sword-stone golems collapsed one after another, and Ning Fusang's figure disappeared before the stone gate. A resounding sword hum echoed from within.

Just from the density of the sounds, Ruan Congquan could guess how intense the battle inside must be.

"People have already moved on to the next level right before my eyes, how can I possibly stop here with peace of mind?"

Ruan Zongquan looked at Guan Zhuyin, who gritted her teeth and said, "No."

The two of them flew into the stone gate, one after the other.

Wen Siling noticed that there were two or three people who had entered this level, and she glanced at them with her eyes wide open.

"Junior Sister Ning and the two from Sword Valley... have they all arrived here too?" Wen Siling's fair face showed several changes in expression. She gritted her teeth and said, "Damn it!"

They've all gotten here, so does that mean she has to go to the next level? She can't possibly go through the same level as someone who enters the Sword Stone Forest for the first time, can she?

Where do you put her dignity?

and……

Wen Siling felt a pang of pain in her liver whenever she thought of Master Yu. She was afraid that Master Yu would ask her why she hadn't surpassed the number of levels she had cleared on the Sword Stone Ranking.
We don't need to make progress, but at least we can't regress.

Wen Siling felt her vision go black; the next eight months would probably be the most difficult eight months she would ever endure at the Southern Star Sword Sect.

"Is this really a reward for me, rather than a punishment, given by Sect Leader Shen?"

Wen Siling muttered something, then swung her longsword, knocking the sword-stone golem away and advancing to the next level.

"The people from the Southern Star Sword Sect are really going all out."

Guan Zhuyin clicked her tongue in amazement when she saw Wen Siling advance to the next level.

Ruan Zongquan, unusually serious, chimed in, "Yes, that's why we can't afford to fall behind; it's a matter of honor for our Sword Valley."

Guan Zhuyin: "..." Someone save him.

This is only the first day of training! If it continues at this intensity, will he even be able to return to Sword Valley alive?
Guan Zhuyin was stopped at the checkpoint, while Ruan Zongquan and Ning Fusang proceeded to the next checkpoint.

Time passes.

Ning Fusang shattered a grass puppet, which was already at its limit.

She didn't know how many levels she had passed. Later on, the stone golems were replaced by grass golems. Grass golems could regenerate, were more resilient, and were even more agile and swift than stone golems.

Unless it is completely shattered and eradicated.

Leaning on her sword, Ning Fusang walked back, glancing up at the stone gate, where the words "Eleven" were written in blue ink.

Level 11.

On the way back, Ning Fusang saw several inner disciples sheathing their swords and heading out of the Sword Stone Forest. "I only passed seven trials this time, and I haven't even broken my own record. Have the stone golems in the Sword Stone Forest become stronger?"

"I also feel that the difficulty has increased. The first time I came, I passed six levels in one go, but this time I couldn't pass the fifth level."

"The sect hasn't issued any announcement, so how could they have secretly increased the difficulty?" a disciple said speechlessly.

"Then why have I never been able to surpass the level I reached the first time?"

My companion pretended to be profound, pondered for a moment, and concluded: "It's simple, you've gotten worse."

"Get lost! You're the one who's gotten weaker." The man retorted angrily, "I've already reached the Sword Aura Realm, how could I have gotten weaker?"

"Alright, stop arguing. It's normal not to break your own record. Most people get their best result on their first try. Unless there's a significant improvement later on, it's hard to break through the number of levels they reached on their first attempt."

As they were talking, they saw Yu Wanwu outside the Sword Stone Forest, with a ruler hanging from his waist. They immediately straightened their posture and greeted him, "Greetings, Elder Yu."

Yu Wanwu nodded slightly in response.

After they had walked a distance, the inner disciples began to discuss it in hushed tones.

"Elder Yu was already here when I arrived this morning; he hasn't left yet."

"Didn't you know that the sect leader sent Elder Yu to lead the training group? They're training right here in the Sword Stone Forest."

"Is he the one chosen to defend the arena at the Five Continents Tournament? No wonder I saw people from other sects."

"I envy them for training in Swordstone Forest, where they don't need to pay contribution points."

"Are you envious that Elder Yu is leading the team?"

"..."

He shook his head. "Then forget it."

"But why is Elder Yu wearing a ruler instead of a sword at his waist?"

“Who said it’s not a sword?” His companion shared the gossip he’d overheard. “That ruler is actually a sword sheath.”

"Huh? Are there really swords this thin in the world?"

"There is everything in the world."

"There are countless flying swords in the world, each with its own unique shape. It's not unusual for one to be a thin sword."

"However, Elder Yu never shows his sword to others easily. At his level, even a black iron sword is much sharper than our spiritual swords."

"Elder Yu never shows his sword to anyone, how do you know that there is a sword hidden in the ruler?"

“I asked him when I was in class with Shen Yuanxi.”

As everyone knows, Shen Yuanxi is Elder Yu's personal disciple, but he did not pass Elder Yu's swordsmanship class.

The man was someone Shen Yuanxi met while taking extra swordplay lessons.

Since the answer came from Shen Yuanxi, no one had any doubts.

The cold moon shines through the white frost, and the biting wind howls.

Outside the Sword Stone Forest, Yu Wanwu recorded the number of levels everyone had passed. Shen Yuanxi looked down at the tips of her shoes, not daring to meet her master's gaze.

He really did his best.

Who knew that the grass puppet was treacherous and cunning, and even launched a sneak attack? As a result, he was defeated in the same level.

At this time, Liang Heng and Chi Leng had not yet come out.

Yu Wanwu's expression was solemn, and his usually stern features were much more amiable than usual.

"Among you, besides Ning Fusang, is there anyone who has comprehended the Sword Qi Realm?" he asked calmly.

Wen Siling glanced around, unsure whether she should step forward. Then Yu Wanwu called on her, "Wen Siling, you didn't even pass the sword qi assessment. What are you doing staying in the team?"

(End of this chapter)