Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The armored golem remained motionless.

Ning Fusang proceeded to the next level.

After an unknown amount of time, she appeared in front of a quiet stone gate, covered in blood. A dangerous aura emanated from inside, but Ning Fusang didn't even lift her eyelids and stepped straight in.

The "person" with his back to her had a sword at his waist. Hearing the sound, he drew his sword with a whoosh, and a glint of cold light pierced the girl's eyes.

The sword's aura, solid as a tangible substance, curved slightly and burst forth in the air like countless crescent moons.

Ning Fusang stared at the agile puppet, used the stepping technique to disappear from the spot in an instant, and delivered two swords.

The swordsman puppet stood firmly on the ground, wielding its sword and slashing with powerful, sweeping strokes. The fierce wind seemed to roar like a thousand horses galloping silently between heaven and earth.

Ning Fusang remained expressionless, her wrist flashing as she thrust her Su'a sword straight at its face.

The sword strike was swift and unstoppable, like a river flowing down its banks.

The overwhelming power of the sword forced the swordsman puppet to take two steps back.

Ning Fusang had exhausted herself after passing the first forty-eight levels, and was already showing signs of exhaustion. She could no longer delay with this swordsman puppet.

At this point, what's needed isn't endurance, but explosive power.

Her sword strike was aimed at victory.

The swordsman puppet retreated to the edge of the arena, touched the ground with its toes, and with a light flip like a swift, landed back in the center of the arena. Instantly, two sword beams shot towards it!

Keng! Keng! Keng!
Ning Fusang maintained the initiative throughout, striking first with her sword, her moves flowing seamlessly together, leaving the swordsman puppet with no choice but to defend passively.

A towering sword beam engulfed the swordsman puppet's body. It roared and stomped on the arena, unleashing an invisible shockwave. Ning Fusang's eyes flickered slightly as the swordsman puppet strode forward. In a flash, the longsword that had been bracing itself against the ground sprang up and followed its movement, intercepting the heavy sword that was slashing towards it.

Ning Fusang's arm went numb and she shrunk three inches. She bit her tongue lightly, mustered her strength, drew her sword, and attacked where the enemy was forced to defend, regaining the initiative.

A faint sword aura swirled around the swordsman puppet. A "Splitting Flower Sword" strike was unleashed, tearing apart the puppet's defenses. Ning Fusang seized the opportunity, unleashing several sword beams that struck the puppet. She pressed forward, pushing with a single palm, the powerful force sending the puppet crashing off the stage like a kite with a broken string.

On the stone tablet in the Sword Stone Forest, Ning Fusang's name appeared above the boundary line, turning gold.

Roughly counting, the total number is only 567.

The sky brightened and then darkened again; it was already time for people to get up the next day.

Ning Fusang, leaning on her sword, slowly walked out of the Sword Stone Forest. Her withered and indifferent figure had a faint smile on her face.

She was still in that disheveled state, her hair soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to her skin, the hem of her white clothes stained beyond recognition with blood and grass juice. Ning Fusang tidied herself up a bit and greeted Yu Wanwu, "Master Yu."

Yu Wanwu nodded slightly and said, "The five people from the Southern Star Sword Sect have all passed all the challenges in the Sword Stone Forest. With your intelligence, your mastery of sword energy will surely be at a higher level before the start of the Five Continents Tournament. I have no doubt about that."

"Thank you for your praise, Master Yu." Ning Fusang's lips curved into a slight smile, waiting for the next development.

The tactic of first suppressing and then elevating is a consistent preference of these Confucian scholars.

Yu Wanwu casually changed the subject, asking a completely unrelated question: "Any plans for the latter half of the night?"

Ning Fusang paused for a moment, then shook her head: "No."

Cultivation is part of daily life, so it doesn't count.

For her, anything outside of cultivation was considered an arrangement.

For example, you could go to the Mingtang Hall to listen to Master Ji's lectures, go to the Tingyintang Hall to calm your mind, or go to Chaoyang Peak at the outer gate to read some miscellaneous books.

But it's already so late, and she hasn't thought about anything else besides cultivation. "Since I have no plans, I'll come to the Sword Platform around midnight."

Ning Fusang looked up at the sky and pondered. It was the second watch of the night, and there was still half an hour before the third watch. Master Yu should let her go back and change her clothes first.

Her appearance was indeed unsightly. The stench of blood was quite strong. If a disciple were to get up in the middle of the night and stumble upon her, they might mistake her for a female ghost.

Ning Fusang gathered his scattered thoughts and replied, "This student has noted it down."

The training grounds of the Southern Star Sword Sect will be closed for maintenance at midnight and will reopen at dawn.

Jianping is different; it's located on a mountaintop, open and flat, a place where you can practice swordsmanship in the middle of the night.

Ning Fusang changed into a new set of sect attire, still in blue and white satin, smooth and delicate, of superior quality. In fact, if one looked closely, there were intricate embroidered patterns on the snow-white silk, curved and complex, resembling runes.

The higher you go, the stronger the wind blows, making your robes flutter loudly. When there are no competitions within the sect, the sword platform is almost deserted, quiet and somewhat desolate.

The clouds did not obscure the moon; its cool, clear light shone upon the Sword Platform, covering the ground with white frost.

Besides Yu Wanwu, Shen Yuanxi was also present. Perhaps out of consideration for his master's presence, he remained silent, only nodding and greeting Ning Fusang.

Since he didn't make it into this selection, Shen Yuanxi dared not make her presence felt.

Yu Wanwu put away the ruler at his waist, carrying only a black iron sword on his back. His gaze was indifferent as he said, "Do you know why I summoned you two to the Sword Platform?"

Shen Yuanxi couldn't possibly miss such obvious preferential treatment, so he nodded and said, "I know."

But he didn't even make it to the finals, so why is his master giving him extra help? Isn't it a bit late? But Shen Yuanxi didn't dare to ask this aloud, only daring to mutter a few words to herself.

He lost to Ning Shimei because he was not skilled enough, but he lost to Chi Leng and Liang Heng because Shen Yuanxi felt that he had only lost to time.

The two of them entered the Dao earlier than him, and it will take him time to catch up.

Ning Fusang also said, "This student understands."

Yu Wanwu stood with his back to the two men, looking up at the night sky. The stars twinkled in the sky, seemingly eternal, yet in reality, there are times when stars fall.

He said, "The Southern Star flickers and lightning strikes, its majestic presence soars high. Our Southern Star Sword Technique is to solidify the sword's brilliance and sword energy like stars, drawing them down like lightning to defeat the enemy."

"The basic form of the Southern Star Sword Technique has nine moves, which is nine levels, but in reality, it is endless. Each additional sword star represents a higher level of mastery. The important thing in learning the Southern Star Sword Technique is not these nine sword techniques, but its sword intent."

Shen Yuanxi pondered her master's words, her expression slightly falling. Did her master expect her to comprehend the sword intent right now?

No, comprehending the sword intent of the Southern Star Sword and entering the sword intent realm are two different things.

The latter is much more difficult.

It requires not only talent and diligence, but also experience and opportunity.

Yu Wanwu didn't look at Shen Yuanxi; his clear gaze fell on Ning Fusang: "Although you have just entered the Sword Qi Realm, your Sword Qi Realm and Sword Light Realm are already stable. Only then can you be considered to have the entry qualification for the Southern Star Sword. Now, I will pass on to you the complete nine-fold sword technique of the Southern Star Sword. I hope you will study it carefully and comprehend the meaning of the Southern Star Sword."

Ning Fusang had seen Gao Qingque unleash the Sword Star technique in the armor diagram of the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm. At the time, she was somewhat confused, only knowing that the sword light was wrapped in sword energy and that the faster it flew, the greater the damage.

At that time, she hadn't even entered the Sword Light Realm yet, so naturally she couldn't even dream of becoming a Sword Star.

Now that Yu Wanwu is going to pass on the Southern Star Sword to her, Ning Fusang's bright eyes revealed a faint smile, "The student council will take it seriously."

(End of this chapter)