Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

As Ning Fusang had predicted, Lu Ningxiang was the one who stepped up to defend her title.

The woman wore a pomegranate-colored long dress, her face was radiant and her beauty was stunning. Her appearance captivated everyone who entered the room.

With her sword strapped to her back, she parted her red lips slightly and spoke in a clear, melodious voice: "Lu Ningxiang, of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect."

Qing Chen's eyes darkened slightly, then a faint smile appeared on her lips.

The soul-capturing flute music fell like a sudden, dense rain, enveloping the entire small world of the arena in its strange melody.

Lu Ningxiang presented several swords; the snow-white blades emitted a chilling light, yet were exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Truly, the beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow.

Ning Fusang chewed on a green jujube, carefully observing the battle between the two. The Autumn Frost Sword Sect, standing alongside the Southern Star Sword Sect as one of the two great sword sects of Northern Yuling Prefecture, naturally possessed exquisite sword techniques.

In her eyes, Lu Ningxiang's swordplay seemed to slow down considerably, each move broken down and then smoothly coming together in the blink of an eye.

Some cultivators with lower cultivation levels couldn't even see Lu Ningxiang's moves clearly. All they could see were countless snow-white sword lights flashing past.

Ning Fusang glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a familiar figure in the crowd. Her hand holding the green dates paused.

"Hmm? Junior Sister Ning, where are you going?"

Yang Ruo saw her suddenly get up and walk downstairs, and asked her a question. Ning Fusang did not respond, and her figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Yang Ruo glanced around, sat down in Ning Fusang's chair, and muttered, "It would be even better if I had Junior Sister Ning's telescope."

That way he won't have to crane his neck; he can look at whichever side of the ring he wants.

Ning Fusang, having left Feixue Tower, calmly followed the figure in the crowd.

In the Yanzhishan Desert, she was certain that everyone was dead, and she had watched the little monk bury the bodies. Even their souls had been released from the dead, so it was impossible for them to come back to life.

So, is this one a human or a ghost?
Ning Fusang lowered her eyes slightly and smiled slowly. Whether it's a human or a ghost, she could just kill it again.

Beside the man was a pretty young girl, her hair styled in a spring bun, adorned with small flowers, her eyes gazing at the man with tender affection.

“Brother Nan’an, after my brother passed away, you were all I had left. You’re so good to me, and you even brought me to the Five Continents Conference.”

Liu Nan'an chuckled, "What's so special about that? To have Yun-mei fall for me is the greatest fortune of my life. It's just that after I woke up in the Yanzhishan Desert, I lost my memory and can't remember anything about our past..."

As he spoke, he seemed to become quite downcast.

Tu Yun grasped his hand in return, "Brother Nan'an has survived a great calamity; he is sure to have good fortune in the future. Take your time to recall the lost memories; don't be too hasty, or your head will start hurting again. The doctor said it might be damage to his soul. Once we have money, we'll find an alchemist to take a look; they will definitely be able to cure Brother Nan'an."

Liu Nan'an concealed the glint in his eyes and nodded.

He looked up and said, "There's a shop here that sells mermaid silk. Yunmei, haven't you always wanted a dress made of mermaid silk? Let's go in and take a look."

Tu Yun hesitated; a dress woven from mermaid silk was too expensive. She looked into the shop; the light and airy mermaid silk was so beautiful that no woman could resist its allure.

Liu Nan'an noticed her hesitation and smiled, "We can still afford a mermaid gauze dress."

The two went inside the shop.

Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow as she listened to their conversation. Amnesia?
What a liar.

She wanted to see what was going on with this "resurrected" pretty boy.

Just as Ning Fusang was about to step into the shop selling mermaid silk, a hand grabbed her. Turning around, a hint of surprise flashed in Ning Fusang's eyes.

What's the little monk doing in Zhongzhou City?

Kongyun Temple has never participated in the Five Continents Conference, has it?

She raised her chin and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've offended Benefactor Ning."

Ning Fusang turned her head and glanced inside the shop. The young man and girl were still picking out silk fabrics and hadn't noticed what was happening here. She gave the little monk a moment to speak and then asked, "What is it?" Kong Sheng transmitted his voice to her, "The benefactor inside is not from the Yanzhishan Desert from that day."

Ning Fusang suddenly smiled.

"You think I went there to silence them?"

No wonder the little monk was holding her back; he was there to stop her.

Kong Sheng's expression was completely calm, as if he practically had "Isn't that right?" written all over his face.

He chanted a Buddhist prayer and said, "He is a ghost cultivator who has borrowed that benefactor's body to cultivate."

Ghost cultivator.

Ning Fusang pondered these two words.

Ghost cultivators refer to beings who abandon their physical bodies and cultivate using their souls or consciousness.

Those who believe in the world of spiritual enlightenment think that a person consists of a physical body and a conscious self. The demise of consciousness is true death.

On this point, different cultivators have different views. Mainstream cultivators believe that the physical body and consciousness are inseparable, and that the most perfect existence is when the two are one.

Some more radical cultivators believe that the physical body is a constraint, a prison that confines consciousness, and that only by abandoning the physical body can the soul be liberated and roam freely in the world. These cultivators who abandon the physical body to cultivate are called ghost cultivators.

There are three questions about ghost cultivation.

Body or consciousness, which is me?
Is the one who possesses my body the one who has returned to life?
If I am the one who possesses another's body, then can it be proven that consciousness is the true self?
Although this argument seems very convincing, only a minority are truly willing to give up their physical bodies and become ghost cultivators.

This was the first time Ning Fusang had encountered a ghost cultivator.

She couldn't help but glance at Liu Nan'an a few more times. Ghost cultivators can live and move in the bodies of the dead, so wouldn't this pretty boy have countless vessels?

Killing this body seems pointless.

This physical body was already dead.

Should she learn the Rebirth Mantra for exorcising ghosts?

Ning Fusang shifted her gaze to Kong Sheng, sighed, and shook her head. The little monk could see her murderous intent and probably wouldn't teach her the incantation for salvation.

Well, since the other party is a ghost and doesn't bother her, she'll let him go for now.

Killing someone in Zhongzhou City is still a bit troublesome.

She couldn't possibly stay by their side forever and wait until they left the city before making her move.

After Ning Fusang figured it out, his brows relaxed, and he looked at Kong Sheng, "Little monk, what brings you to Zhongzhou City?"

"My master asked me to deliver a string of Buddhist prayer beads to Fengling Palace," Kong Sheng replied patiently and calmly.

"Your Kongyun Temple and Fengling Palace have a connection?" Ning Fusang said casually. "One is in the far north, and the other is in the far south, with Zhongmiaoxing Prefecture in between. It's quite a distance."

At this point, she paused slightly and asked curiously, "Master Huiyi is at the fourteenth realm, residing in Yuling Prefecture and rarely showing himself. Is he comprehending the realm of gods?"

Kong Sheng shook his head: "Master has gone on a long trip and is not in the temple."

Ning Fusang thought to himself, "They probably went to seek an opportunity to enter the realm of gods."

It seems that even highly respected Zen masters are not entirely detached from worldly desires. As long as a person has a heart, they will have attachments, and even eminent monks are no exception.

However, she is still too far from the realm of gods, and this is not something she should be considering.

(End of this chapter)