Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Shen Yuanxi then understood that the previous question was directed at Ning Fusang.

However, he still focused intently on observing his master's every move.

Yu Wanwu swung his longsword, creating a loud bang in the air. The sharp sword energy spread out, and even from three zhang away, one could feel a stinging pain on their cheek.

This is just a starting stance; it doesn't contain any sword moves yet.

This shows how unparalleled a grandmaster of swordsmanship is when wielding his sword.

Yu Wanwu did not use spiritual power; the sword moved with him. When he thrust it out, the tip of the sword trembled, as if starlight was flashing. Suddenly, the long sword turned back, and the sword light surged, fluttering like falling petals.

His swordplay was not only fierce but also tightly connected, displaying an elegant and refined demeanor, much like that of a dignified and graceful scholar.

The sword's beauty is captivating, as if the wearer were a celestial being detached from the world.

Ning Fusang's expression was serious and solemn as he practiced the sword technique in his mind, breaking down and recombining the sword moves with perfect clarity.

The longsword swayed a few times, its sword energy and light shooting out and disappearing into the clouds. Yu Wanwu stood with his sword on his back, his left palm circling inward, and ripples appeared on the sword platform.

Ning Fusang and Shen Yuanxi involuntarily took several steps back.

A cool breeze blew away the light clouds, and nine stars twinkled and shone.

After a cup of tea, the stars flickered and fell like lightning, streaking across the night sky like shooting stars, disappearing into the ripples, spreading out in layers of waves, making people's robes flutter like drums, and their black hair fly wildly.

The disciple who got up in the middle of the night rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Was that a shooting star? It's a pity it flew too fast, I didn't have time to make a wish."

"I've lived for twenty or thirty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a shooting star."

This disciple wasn't the only one to witness this scene. The disciple in the center, because the shooting star had created a slight ripple, kept everyone awake all night, talking about this novel event until dawn.

Meanwhile, on the Sword Platform...

Yu Wanwu looked at the two of them: "How much have you grasped?"

Shen Yuanxi twisted her sleeves and whispered, "Five, six, seven, eight, I guess?"

Noticing Yu Wanwu's gaze on him, he quickly changed his tune and said firmly, "Fifty or six out of ten."

Shen Yuanxi had only learned the fifth level of the Southern Star Sword Technique, about 50-60% of it, which meant she had only read it once and hadn't memorized anything.

But Shen Yuanxi dared not lie. She would rather admit she didn't know than pretend to know something and be asked to demonstrate.

Moreover, given his master's strict requirements, he was essentially completely ignorant of the rudimentary sixth and seventh levels of swordsmanship.

Ning Fusang mentally rehearsed the entire Nanxing Sword technique before saying, "I should have memorized about 80-90% of it, but I haven't tried it, so I don't know if it will work."

Shen Yuanxi opened her eyes slightly and looked at her in disbelief.

Junior Sister Ning is truly brave.

Yu Wanwu's expression softened slightly. "Demonstrate it once, and I'll take a look for you."

Ning Fusang gave a sword salute, took a large step back, and prepared to draw his sword.

Her posture was ethereal and fairy-like, her swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled, and sword energy and sword light floated out from Su'a Sword, condensing into a sword star.

As tiny as a grain of rice, yet so clearly visible.

Ning Fusang stepped to the side, withdrew his sword, and sheathed it.

Shen Yuanxi was stunned, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "Junior Sister Ning, you're really good at this..."

Neither of them paid him any attention. Yu Wanwu's eyes flashed with admiration as he said gently, "For a newly formed sword star, it's quite impressive. Just need to consolidate it properly. Nine sword stars are just your starting point."

There are tens of thousands of stars, so how could the Southern Star ever end?
Throughout ten thousand years of history, the pinnacle of the Southern Star Sword was reached by the Yao Hua ancestors, but countless descendants have been climbing this peak.

Shen Yuanxi pinched himself. It wasn't a dream; his master was really praising him.

You really live a long time, so you see everything.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight appeared on the horizon, only Shen Yuanxi and Ning Fusang remained on the sword platform. "Junior Sister Ning, aren't you leaving?"

She said calmly, "I'm watching the sunrise."

Ning Fusang put away the Su'a sword and sat on the edge of the sword platform, the blue and white hem of her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Shen Yuanxi simply stopped moving, sat down a foot away, put her hands behind her back, and turned her head to say, "I didn't expect Junior Sister Ning to have such a leisurely and elegant mood."

"Senior Brother Shen, do you not know that I have always been a refined person?"

Shen Yuanxi had said this during Qingyang Zhenren's music lesson.

He recalled it and nodded in agreement.

Looking back at Ning Fusang's daily activities, such as sword dancing, listening to the zither, reading history, stargazing, and sun appreciation, it's quite elegant.

Shen Yuanxi suddenly felt a sense of inferiority, as if she were standing next to a jewel.

"Guan Zhuyin and Fan Yuming are about to return to the sect and are holding a banquet at a restaurant in the market. Will Junior Sister Ning go?"

Having known each other for eight months, Shen Yuanxi was definitely going.

He remembered this and asked about it casually.

"There are too many people, I'm not going."

Ning Fusang's answer did not disappoint Shen Yuanxi. He couldn't keep his mouth shut and changed the subject again, "Wei Shaoqing is missing. Senior Sister Jinzhen has been looking for him. Junior Sister Ning, do you think he is missing or dead?"

Ning Fusang said indifferently, "Isn't his death exactly what many people wanted, including you, Shen Yuanxi?"

A genius like Shen Yuanxi would never encounter any difficulties in cultivation before reaching the Knowledge Realm. The time he went to the Listening Hall coincided with the period when Wei Shaoqing went up the mountain.

Ning Fusang was oblivious to what was happening around her, but she was quick-witted and could easily see the whole picture from a small part of things.

Her bluntness made Shen Yuanxi slightly embarrassed, but that feeling quickly dissipated.

"I was just indignant on behalf of Senior Sister Jinzhen, but I didn't wish for Wei Shaoqing to die."

He's not that vicious.

Ning Fusang asked him in a calm voice, "Who are you to Senior Sister Jinzhen, that you're speaking up for her? Does Senior Sister Jinzhen have any grievances? They were childhood sweethearts, innocent and pure. Even if they never had romantic feelings for each other, they were still the closest people in the world."

The disciples of the Southern Star Sword Sect felt indignant on behalf of their pure and virtuous senior sister, and treated Wei Shaoqing with cold indifference at every turn.

Sun Baidao, a rogue cultivator who had only met her once in the market, felt indignant for the fairy he revered as a goddess and attempted to kill her in order to erase her existence.

Lu Ningxiang, the eldest daughter of the Qiushuang Sword Sect who regarded Li Jinzhen as her lifelong enemy, also felt that a mere mortal was not worthy of Li Jinzhen, so she took up a knife and killed him.

Ning Fusang had the ability to save him, but she chose to stand by and watch.

I ask you, which cultivator in this world did not climb to the summit by stepping over the countless bones of the masses?
Those who cultivate the Tao are the most ruthless.

An ordinary skeleton, buried in the snow-capped mountains, life as pale as snow.

Even the silkworm spirit, who had spent ten years with Wei Shaoqing day and night, was only happy to have escaped the young man's dantian prison when she learned of his death.

Shen Yuanxi muttered, "I've already corrected my mindset."

He later realized that it was a matter between Wei Shaoqing and Senior Sister Jinzhen, and outsiders had no right to interfere. So he focused on cultivation and stopped listening to the gossip on the mountain. His cultivation even broke through a minor realm.

It's dawn.

The clouds are tinged with purple, and the morning sun shines with red light.

The warm, bright light shone on Ning Fusang's face, and she smiled slowly.

The radiant light shines upon my Fusang.

(End of this chapter)