Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 66 Killing the Wolf

The firewood crackled and popped, the firelight casting flickering shadows on everyone's faces.

For some reason, everyone fell silent.

Zheng Xiaohui looked behind her, but there were no wolves, tigers, or leopards appearing.

call--

A gust of wind blew by, the flames dimmed for a moment, then returned to normal. Li Yeshan said, "We're almost out of firewood, I'll go and gather some more."

Although everyone possesses spiritual energy, there's no need to waste it, since not every place has spiritual energy. If their spiritual energy is exhausted and they end up in a place without spiritual energy, they can only refine spirit stones, since they don't have many spirit stones to begin with.

This is a predicament that all new disciples will face.

They cannot do tasks to earn contribution points and spirit stones. They can only help their senior brothers and sisters with chores such as copying books during their rest days, or help out in the kitchen of the dining hall.

Just as Li Yeshan moved, Ning Fusang stopped him with a tree branch: "A wild animal is approaching, don't wander off."

Within the range of her divine sense, she could clearly feel something rapidly approaching. Judging from the speed, it should be a wolf.

Zheng Xiaohui was startled and turned to look behind her, but she couldn't see anything in the pitch-black shadows.

Shi Zhouyun had already drawn his sword and was looking warily in the direction Ning Fusang was looking.

"Senior Sister Ning, are there many wolves coming?" Wolves are social animals, so dealing with a pack of wolves might be a bit troublesome.

Ning Fusang noticed Li Yeshan's worries and calmly said, "There are only seven."

But perhaps the wolf king is inside.

Ning Fusang didn't mention this. Zhi Xiaocao jumped down from the treetop and said, "Senior Sister Ning, you're right. Wolves are rushing this way, with lots of green eyes moving in the darkness like will-o'-the-wisps. What should we do?"

Zheng Xiaohui regretted bringing it up and decided to rest here.

Ning Fusang smiled slightly, her eyes remaining calm, and said in an unhurried tone: "It's just an ordinary mountain wolf, not a demonic beast. Just kill it."

She glanced at the group and asked, "Don't you all have swords in your hands?"

Zhi Xiaocao was eager to try and volunteered: "Leave these wolves to me!"

He was somewhat excited.

Ning Fusang sat in front of the fire, exuding a calm and unwavering composure.

A wolf's howl pierced through layers of clouds.

The wolf has arrived.

There were exactly seven of them, no more and no less.

Zhi Xiaocao and Shi Zhouyun are only capable of one-on-one combat and cannot stop all seven wolves at the same time. Upon seeing this, Li Yeshan patted his storage bag and gripped his sword.

Zheng Xiaohui also took the sword off her back. She placed one sword on the ground, and after her body became lighter, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, rose into the air, landed behind the wolf, and slashed with her sword.

The wolf was incredibly fast and cunning. It rolled along the ground to avoid the sword strike. Zheng Xiaohui narrowed her eyes and unleashed a series of sword strikes in quick succession.

A wolf, its flesh pierced by a stab, let out a low howl, twitched its limbs a few times, and died.

Gu Pingsheng had trained them in practical combat skills; killing a few ordinary wolves was much easier than killing demonic beasts. They dealt with the wolves almost immediately.

Zhi Xiaocao frowned as she looked at the corpses on the ground: "That's not right, there are only six wolf corpses. Where did the wolf king go?"

The leaves rustled, and the wolf king revealed its ferocious intent, pouncing down.

The speed was so fast that it was impossible to react.

Zheng Xiaohui shouted, "Behind you!"

Zhi Xiaocao gripped his sword and turned around. The wolf's claws were already at his eyes. Remembering what Gu Pingsheng had taught him during training, he raised his sword to block. His spiritual power erupted, and the wolf was knocked back, crashing into a tree.

The little grass took two steps in one, stabbing towards the wolf king's throat.

Ning Fusang raised her eyes slightly, looking at the mess on the ground, and was not very satisfied.

They have the ability to adapt to real combat, but the spiritual power of a first-level cultivator should not be wasted like this. When there is not enough spiritual power to be stored in the dantian, the use of every bit of spiritual power should be carefully calculated.

Therefore, Ning Fusang smiled coldly: "You need spiritual power to kill ordinary wolves, are the swords in your hands just decorations?"

The smiles of the group, who had been beaming with joy, froze instantly. Zhi Xiaocao's pride in having just killed the wolf king was extinguished.

Zheng Xiaohui pouted and muttered something under her breath, her words unclear, as if she were complaining.

Everyone was killing wolves, and she just sat there doing nothing, not only did she not contribute, but she also made sarcastic remarks. What kind of logic is that?
Ning Fusang knew that everyone was dissatisfied, but she didn't care and said calmly, "There's another pack of wolves coming this way."

She used the word "group," indicating that there were many wolves.

Zheng Xiaohui's expression suddenly changed as she looked at Ning Fusang. It seemed that she wanted to be a hands-off manager, yet she still made them work hard to kill the wolves.

Before Zhi Xiaocao could ask any further questions, patches of eerie green light appeared in the darkness. Zheng Xiaohui exclaimed, "How can there be so many wolves?"

She gritted her teeth: "A cultivator at the first level has shallow spiritual power and cannot last long at all."

But Ning Fusang will make a move, right? Master Gu said that if someone dies in the team, they can only get the Ding rating.

But Zheng Xiaohui wasn't entirely sure.

Ning Fusang could even kill her classmates; it's not impossible that such a ruthless person would watch her perish in the belly of wolves.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf pounced. Zheng Xiaohui leaned back to dodge, and the wolf flew past her face before pouncing on Ning Fusang behind her.

puff.

The wolf collided with Ning Fusang's sword, and blood splattered down, flowing in the opposite direction of the sword tip onto her hand.

Ning Fusang stood up, the sword in her hand gleaming coldly, and in an instant, she slit the throats of dozens of wolves.

Zheng Xiaohui pursed her lips and swallowed.

After a fierce fight, the wolf corpses piled up like a mountain, and the group was in a sorry state, their spiritual energy almost completely depleted.

Ning Fusang, on the other hand, did not use any spiritual power from beginning to end.

Her sword was sharp enough.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. Zhi Xiaocao, panting heavily, said, "The smell of blood will definitely attract other ferocious beasts. We're all out of spiritual energy. Let's leave here first."

Ning Fusang looked in a certain direction, feeling that something was amiss. The wolves seemed to be heading in that direction, and their resting place just happened to be blocking the way.

"Senior Sister Ning?" When she didn't get a response, Zhi Xiaocao called her again.

Coming to her senses, Ning Fusang said, "Let's go take a look ahead."

After this battle, only Ning Fusang was still in full condition. Whatever she said, everyone naturally obeyed, and no one dared to show any complaints.

At the end of the path, there was a stone wall. Zhi Xiaocao whispered, "There's no way out."

Ning Fusang remained expressionless, gripped his sword and swung it. With a "boom," the rocks collapsed, revealing a cave.

"As expected, there's a hidden secret here," she thought to herself.

Zheng Xiaohui's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "There's a cave inside the stone wall?"

She had also read some biographies of cultivators and knew that this was very likely a place of inheritance left by a senior. For a moment, Zheng Xiaohui's breathing became rapid.

(End of this chapter)