Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 72 Siege of the Beautiful Monk

The girl in the red dress quickly raised the sword above her head with both hands to show her sincerity.

She had already witnessed the opponent's cultivation level; someone who could easily kill a second-level cultivator was not someone she could fool with tricks.

Money is just an external thing; if the other party wants to kill her and take the sword, she can't stop them.

Fortunately, the other party only wanted a spirit sword, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

The Still Water Sword had already been refined, and Ning Fusang, unable to control it due to her sword-wielding technique, reached out to take it.

Just then, a vibrant red streak swept through the air, and with a flick of the wide sleeves, the Still Water Sword was snatched away by the opponent's hidden sleeve technique.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, countless spiritual blades and weapons burst forth.

Ning Fusang's eyes narrowed, and she dodged away, not even having time to pick up Zhu Lan's storage bag. She stuck on a Swift Light Talisman and chased after her.

Spirit blades rained down, filling the girl's vision. Her guards shielded her beneath them, erecting a spiritual energy defensive shield. A deafening roar followed, and the earth shook violently.

"Hmph! He won't get far!"

The middle-aged cultivator at the head of the group pushed forward with his palm, and a mountain imprint collided with the countless spiritual blades and weapons. Under the combined force of the two forces, broken blades flew everywhere and slashed across the face of the girl who had just gotten up.

Warm blood trickled down her nose, staining the girl's slender neck red.

She only heard an unfamiliar voice.

She does have some looks, but that's about it.

The girl's death went unnoticed; the group increased their speed and chased after her.

Ning Fusang quickly noticed the tail behind her; several times, those spells almost hit her.

She had no intention of becoming a human shield for this sleazy, shameless monk. Ning Fusang gritted her teeth and sped up, barely keeping pace with the red-robed monk, and said coldly, "You damned monk, give me back my things!"

The man, dressed in a robe shrouded in red mist, had slightly narrowed phoenix eyes that shimmered with a dazzling light. He spoke in a calm tone: "Miss, I am simply bald, not a monk."

Ning Fusang glanced at them and snorted coldly: "Not a monk, yet wearing a cassock?"

The man smiled and said, "A fifth-tier magic robe, for self-defense."

Ning Fusang understood; she would have worn it too if she were in her shoes.

The sword thrust forward, but the man slightly turned his head, and the snow-white sword grazed his neck, almost drawing blood.

What a deadly move!

In return, the man shot out several hidden arrows from his sleeve.

Ding!
Ning Fusang parried with his sword, and the hidden arrow flew out diagonally. The cultivators who were chasing after him suddenly leaned back, and the hidden arrow, which was flashing with cold light, grazed the arm of a beautiful woman.

"Senior Sister Green Willow, are you alright?"

The junior sister behind him tore off the sleeve arrow, flew forward, and asked with concern.

The female cultivator named Green Willow shook her head, stopped the bleeding, and ordered, "Make sure to bring him back."

"Yes."

Several female cultivators responded in unison.

The bald man in red glanced back casually. Despite being chased, he showed no awareness of being pursued. He chuckled lightly, picked up a talisman, and prepared to shake off the group.

The talisman's light had just begun to flare when it was extinguished by a sword. A snow-white sword tip pierced his Swiftness Talisman, and with a flick of the longsword, the sword energy shattered the bright yellow talisman into dust.

The man was slightly taken aback, then praised, "Young lady, you have excellent skills."

Ning Fusang didn't chat with him; instead, she thrust her sword towards his head.

Keng!
A layer of golden energy was activated, and Ning Fusang's eyes showed a slight look of surprise: "Buddhist cultivation technique?"

The man said casually, "The Buddhist body-strengthening technique is a superior method. Anyone who finds it will probably learn a thing or two from it."

“That doesn’t mean I’m a monk,” he said earnestly.

Ning Fusang: ...Yes, if she had such a body-strengthening technique, she would learn it too.

The problem is, she didn't find it.

Within his mind, Qian Yuan asked, "Do you want me to eat him for you?"

His tone was filled with nostalgia; trapped for a thousand years, he had long forgotten what blood tasted like.

Ning Fusang decisively refused: "If you were to enter the mortal realm, things would get complicated."

Unless everyone is silenced.

Qian Yuan thought about it and agreed, after all, it was unknown whether that Mingjing cultivator was still alive.

It hasn't recovered its strength yet, and if it gets targeted, it will also implicate Japan.

"Wake me up when you need me," Qianyuan promised, before falling into a deep sleep.

It knew that Ning Fusang's true cultivation level was at the ninth level, and was not worried about her safety.

Ning Fusang hummed in agreement and took out the talisman, Ice Bird Diagram.

The ice bird painting swells with the wind, like a giant cloth covering the sky.

The man's expression finally changed, and five crystal-clear, beautiful ice birds emerged from the ice-blue symbol.

Ning Fusang coldly commanded, "Go!"

The ice birds were not living creatures, but rather manifestations of profound magical power. They did not cry out, but silently swooped down towards the man.

Suddenly, the air around us turned a bit cold.

Amidst the howling wind and snow, five ice birds surrounded the man. He frowned, and the pursuers behind him caught up.

Because of Ning Fusang's fifth-order ice bird diagram, they were somewhat wary and watched from a distance without approaching.

"Who is this girl? How is she connected to this demonic monk?"

"Hmph! She's only at the third level of cultivation, what's there to fear? Her only reliance is that talisman."

A young man said to his senior brother, "That girl looks like she's going to kill him, which saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves."

The middle-aged cultivator, Tao Ming, watched the battle ahead with keen eyes and nodded: "It's good to observe for a while."

Green Willow frowned slightly, saying worriedly, "Senior Sister said we need to capture it alive and bring it back. He probably can't handle a fifth-tier ice bird..."

As soon as she finished speaking, several male cultivators blocked her way. The young man, Xie Taiting, had a smile on his lips, but it was a warning in disguise: "Fairy Green Willow, he is someone our Lingyu Palace wants to kill. It's not your place to take him away alive."

Green Willow, her anger rising, said coldly, "Then let's see who has the best skills!"

"That's right, that's right. Do you really think Huanxitian is afraid of your Lingyu Palace?"

"Senior Sister has taken a fancy to this handsome monk. Our Joyful Heaven is determined to take him away. If your Spirit Feather Palace wants to stop us, feel free to try!"

The junior sisters behind Green Willow chatted amongst themselves, showing no fear.

The two sides were on the verge of war, but no real fight broke out, as both sides were wary of the forces behind the other.

Xie Taiting said coldly, "If you want to take him away, my Lingyu Palace will at most give you half of his corpse!"

"you!!"

A girl in scarlet clothes felt a tightness in her chest from anger, but Green Willow calmly ordered, "Save her!"

If she doesn't act soon, he will die under the siege of the ice birds. How will she then bring him back to her senior sister?
"Yes, Senior Sister Green Willow!"

The girls, united in spirit, released colorful ribbons from their sleeves and plunged into the ice bird formation.

boom!
An ice bird, tightly bound by a five-colored ribbon, was transformed into a cloud of snow mist and dispersed under the combined attack of several spiritual forces.

(End of this chapter)