Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 54 Return to the Sect
Yang Ruo wasn't in the mood, so he casually pointed to a storage bag. Ning Fusang said in surprise, "Senior brother, you really want it!"

She thought that, given Yang Ruo's personality, she would say, "I don't want it, Junior Sister Ning, you can keep it yourself."

In fact, that was exactly what Yang Ruo originally thought, but for some reason, her hand, out of control of her brain, pointed to a storage bag.

Hearing Ning Fusang's words, he slightly opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said, "Junior Sister Ning, it's not good for you to want to hoard the spoils. Uneven distribution of resources within the team will cause dissatisfaction among others. If the team is not united, cooperation cannot continue."

Yang Ruofei glanced quickly at Ning Fusang's expression, his tone weak: "Junior Sister Ning, I don't mean to lecture you, but many missions in the sect are based on teamwork. One person's strength is ultimately limited."

Ning Fusang looked at him amusedly: "Does Senior Brother think I'm an idiot?"

Yang shook his head. On the contrary, he felt that Junior Sister Ning was very intelligent. He couldn't understand the meaning behind some of her actions.

Ning Fusang smiled gently, her aloofness fading, making her appear more real and gentle. She said gracefully, "Senior Brother Yang Ruo, I was just joking with you. Everyone who sees this gets a share. I really wasn't lying to you."

She shoved the storage bag that Yang Ruosui had just pointed to into his hand: "But there's only one, no more."

She spoke frankly and directly.

“Junior Sister Ning, I don’t really mind whether you share my storage bag or not,” Yang Ruo said earnestly, looking at Ning Fusang with clear eyes.

She replied casually, "I know."

Yang Ruo held the storage bag, unsure of what to say. Instead of checking the contents, he transferred everything directly to his own storage jade, and then used the empty storage bag to store the corpses of Hua Qian, Yao, the dead merman, and the disciples of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

These are all evidence; he wants to take them back.

Just thinking about Wu Gui made Yang Ruo's mood plummet. His body had been torn apart by the demon, turning into a rain of blood, and even his bones couldn't be pieced back together.

This was the first time Yang Ruo realized the cruelty of the cultivation world.

He suddenly spoke up: "Junior Sister Ning, thank goodness you're alright." Otherwise, he would have been overwhelmed by endless guilt.

Ning Fusang was taken aback. The next moment, she raised her lips. She knew that Yang Ruo's words were meant to express his apology to her because he hadn't chosen to save her immediately when she was captured by the snow ape demon.

Ning Fusang fully understood Yang Ruo's actions.

He couldn't just ignore everyone else because of himself; they were also Yang Ruo's junior brothers and sisters.

The young woman's eyebrows were like distant mountains, serene and beautiful. She smiled gently and said, "Senior Brother Yang Ruo, you don't need to feel guilty about this. Saving one person or not saving one person is not wrong. You should be free to do so in this matter."

"Moreover, not helping someone in distress is also a good quality."

After all, who knows if saving someone might turn into a story like the farmer and the snake?
Yang Ruo opened his mouth, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. In any case, he could never change Ning Shimei's mind.

In fact, people like Ning Shimei are very clear-headed, know what they should and shouldn't do, and have an unwavering mindset, which will allow them to go further.

Yang Ruo disagreed with some of her ideas, but had to admit that there were things about her that he could learn from.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Ning Fusang collected several more storage bags. For Yang Ruo, this trip was extremely arduous, but for Ning Fusang, it was a very fruitful one.

Two days later, Hua Yue woke up and her first reaction was to go back and find her sister Hua Qian's body.

Yang Ruo hurriedly said, "Junior Sister Hua Qian's body is with me. Hua Yue, calm down... don't get too emotional, your injuries haven't healed yet." "I want to see my sister." Hua Yue's voice was hoarse, her eyes empty and lifeless.

Yang Ruo looked troubled and discussed with her, "Junior Sister Hua Yue, after we return to the sect and meet with the sect leader together, I will return Junior Sister Hua Qian to you, is that alright?"

Dong Fangfei hugged Hua Yue directly, and immediately felt a wet patch on her shoulder.

Hua Yue gave a soft "hmm," her voice thick with nasal congestion. She stepped away from Dong Fangfei's embrace, cast a small cleansing spell on her shoulder, wiped away her tears, and turned to ask, "Are those two disciples of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect dead?"

Yang Ruo looked guilty, his head almost touching his knees, and whispered, "They ran away."

Hua Yue smiled and said, "It's good that you're not dead. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to take revenge myself. Heaven would be too unfair to me."

She seemed to have thought of something and asked again, "What about the white-haired demoness?"

Now, whenever Hua Yue closes her eyes, she sees the image of her sister Hua Qian dying in front of her. Hua Qian didn't have to use her body to shield her from the sword; she was holding her with her hands forming hand seals to block the attack from the white-haired female demon behind her.

Besieged on all sides, she had no choice.

"The white-haired demoness also escaped." Yang Ruo said, recounting what Ning Fusang had told him. "When the demoness captured Junior Sister Ning, she was struck by my sword several times and was wounded in vital areas. Unable to break free from Junior Sister Ning's grasp, she ran away."

Yang Ruo never doubted the truthfulness of Ning Fusang's words. After all, Ning Fusang was only at the second level of cultivation. Even if she was injured, it would be completely impossible for her to kill a fifth-level demon.

Ning Fusang nodded without changing his expression.

Hua Yue murmured, "Very well, this is for the best."

As long as her enemies are still alive, she still has the chance to kill them and avenge her sister.

From now on, she will cultivate diligently and strive to stand out in the next outer sect competition and enter the inner sect.

Only by becoming an inner disciple could she have more cultivation resources to improve her strength; otherwise, revenge would be nothing but empty talk.

Yang Ruo was worried that her mood would be affected, and said with concern, "Junior Sister Huayue, the deceased is gone, and the living must live well. You and your sister are twins, like twin flowers. You should see the scenery that she could not see. If you live well, it is as if she is living well. You must not dwell too much on your grief."

Hua Yue forced a smile: "Thank you, Senior Brother Yang Ruo."

"Thank you for collecting my sister's body, and thank you for comforting me."

She was still smiling, but the smile had lost its initial liveliness. A faint sadness lingered between Hua Yue's brows and eyes, which no amount of sunlight could dispel.

Yang Ruo felt very guilty. If his cultivation level were higher, would such a tragic situation have been avoided?

He was the senior student, but he failed to protect everyone.

On the way back to the sect, the atmosphere was heavy and silent, but Ning Fusang remained calm and unaffected.

Upon arriving at Xiaoyun Peak, Yang Ruo used the flying carpet to descend. He looked up at the towering mountain gate, majestic and solemn. Although he hadn't been away for long, he felt as if he had been in another world.

(End of this chapter)