Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 80 Outer Sect Competition (Part 2)

Ning Fusang left the dining hall and sat down in a stone pavilion.

A little while later, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with her hair in double buns and wearing a blue jacket and white skirt, walked in. She hesitated for a moment, but still kindly said, "Wen Baoxi is very vindictive. He has an older sister who is a direct disciple of the inner sect. You just offended him, and he will definitely not let you off easily. Senior sister, please be careful."

Ning Fusang raised her eyes and saw that the girl had fair skin, delicate features, an oval face, and willow-leaf eyebrows. She had a refined and elegant temperament and was clearly not from a poor family.

She must have undergone the process of drawing in qi, because she already looks somewhat ethereal.

Ning Fusang stirred her pear porridge and asked casually, "That little fat boy?"

The girl looked nervous, glanced back, and took a step to sit to Ning Fusang's right: "Wen Baoxi doesn't like people calling him fat. Senior sister, please don't call him that in front of him."

Ning Fusang smiled.

The girl looked bewildered: "What are you laughing at, senior sister?"

She took a small sip of porridge before asking, "Am I the senior sister or is he the senior sister?"

"What, you expect me to avoid a piece of trash like him who can't even guide his Qi into his body?"

Ning Fusang thought that this year's freshmen disciples were probably all a bit off. Not only that Wen Baoxi, but also this self-righteous, domineering girl in front of her.

She had just laughed because the girl's words were truly hilarious. It was her own business whether she was willing to give in to Wen Baoxi, but Ning Fusang was not, and she didn't need anyone to teach her how to face Wen Baoxi.

The girl didn't understand the true meaning of Ning Fusang's soft laugh. She subconsciously continued Ning Fusang's words, "But Wen Baoxi's cousin is a direct disciple!"

Within a sect, direct disciples are superior to ordinary inner disciples, inner disciples are superior to outer disciples, and outer disciples are superior to miscellaneous disciples.

A direct disciple is two levels higher than an outer disciple!
With such a powerful backer, even the senior disciples who joined the sect earlier had to give Wen Baoxi some face.

Ning Fusang suddenly remembered something and asked, "What's his sister's name?"

The girl thought for a moment: "His cousin was in the top ten of the outer sect competition three years ago, I think her name is Wenxin."

Warm.

After remembering the name, Ning Fusang put away the bowl and spoon of the pear porridge and left the pavilion.

The girl watched Ning Fusang's retreating figure and patted her head: "Looks like I've been meddling again. She doesn't care at all."

Ning Fusang's indifference made the girl feel that her good intentions had been taken for granted.

She sat on the stone steps and sighed.

"Jinxia, ​​what's wrong?" The girl who came up the mountain path heard the sigh, looked up slightly, and saw Jinxia sitting on the stone steps in front of the pavilion.

She quickly walked up the stone steps, turned a corner, and arrived at the pavilion.

"Mu Mu." Jin Xia called out to her weakly, and then, under the girl's questioning, she vividly recounted what had just happened.

Finally, she asked, "Am I being too nice?"

After listening, the girl named Mu Mu said, "It's fine if she doesn't appreciate kindness, but what does it have to do with you? Don't be upset. There's an outer sect competition today, and the teacher gave us a day off. Let's go and see what's going on. Lots of people are going!"

Jinxia stretched out a hand, and Mu Mu pulled her up. She smiled, forgetting the unpleasantness from before, and headed towards Kaiyang Peak.

*
When Ning Fusang returned to Wuyuan, Ruan Sanniang stood in front of the flower wall in a daze, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"When you leave, just dig up these flowers."

Hearing the voice, Ruan San Niang turned around and called out softly, "Senior Sister Ning."

His tone was filled with disappointment; without a doubt, he hadn't made it to the second round.

Ning Fusang was unaware that Ruan Sanniang not only failed to advance to the second round, but also suffered four defeats in four matches, failing to earn a single point.

After the outer sect competition ends, whether one enters the inner sect or becomes an ordinary outer sect disciple, everyone will have to move to a different courtyard.

New disciples are paired up in a small courtyard, while ordinary outer disciples are paired up in a courtyard of four, and are no longer located on the main peak of Chaoyang Peak.

Because Ruan San Niang was eliminated early, she had already gone to the Taiyuan Hall to draw a new lot. She now knew that her place was where she was to come back and pack her things.

She shook her head: "Let these flowers be left for those who come after us."

Ning Fusang was anything but romantic: "The new disciples have already been assigned their accommodations. Wuyuan will be waiting for people to move in, which will be three or five years from now. These flowers are not native to Lingzhou and cannot adapt to the climate of Yulingzhou. If no one takes care of them, they will die within a year."

"You'd better dig them up sooner rather than later, so as not to cause trouble for the people who move in later."

Why did Ning Fusang say it might be five years later? Because the Southern Star Sword Sect used to accept disciples every five years, and the sect leader might change the time back in a few years.

Ruan San Niang looked troubled: "How can I possibly move so many vines..."

When she bought these flowers, they were still a small, short clump.

"then."

Ning Fusang tossed something to Ruan Sanniang. Although she didn't see it clearly, Ruan Sanniang instinctively opened her hands and caught it.

She recognized the item: "A purse?"

Upon closer inspection, Ruan San Niang realized it was a low-level storage bag. She stammered, "Senior Sister Ning, I don't have that many spirit stones to give you."

Over the past three years, she had saved up nearly four hundred spirit stones. However, in preparation for the outer sect competition, she had bought some health-strengthening elixirs and healing pills. Now she only had less than sixty spirit stones left.

Even if Ning Fusang sold the storage bag to Ruan Sanniang at a bargain price, she wouldn't want it at this stage.

Once you reach the outer gate, there will likely be many places where you need spirit stones.

If Ruan San Niang didn't have any spirit stones on her, she would feel very insecure.

Ning Fusang said, "This is a gift for you; I won't accept spirit stones."

"Ah?" Ruan San Niang was flattered and speechless with gratitude. "Senior Sister Ning..."

She said that Senior Sister Ning wasn't actually that cold-hearted. Knowing that they were parting ways, she even gave her a storage bag as a gift!

Ning Fusang spoke up, interrupting Ruan Sanniang's reverie: "There are too many, we don't need them."

What she said wasn't entirely wrong. Fei Qina had a lot of unsold storage bags, and he couldn't convert them into spirit stones, so he was a bit short on cash. Therefore, he subtly told Ning Fusang that he wouldn't accept storage bags anymore.

Ning Fusang had previously kept three storage bags for herself. When she finished off that Lingyu Palace disciple, she took one. She also obtained two low-level storage bags and one mid-level storage bag from Xie Taiting. She had seven storage bags on her, which she really didn't need.

Give one to Ruan San Niang, just to clear out the remaining stock.

Suddenly remembering something, Ruan San Niang said to Ning Fusang, "Senior Sister Ning, wait for me."

She hurriedly went into the room, pulled a box out from under the bed, counted out fifty spirit stones, and then came out carrying the box.

"No need to give me spirit stones," Ning Fusang reiterated, observing Ruan Sanniang's actions.

Ruan San Niang raised her head and said, "Senior Sister Ning, you've misunderstood. Ke Rong asked me to give this to you." Although she didn't know why Ke Rong wanted to give Senior Sister Ning spirit stones, she just needed to pass on the item and convey the message.

Ning Fusang glanced at the spirit stones in the box and immediately knew the quantity. She raised her chin and asked, "Where are the extra twenty spirit stones?"

"The remaining twenty spirit stones are a token of my appreciation." Ruan San Niang said somewhat embarrassedly, "I can't just take Senior Sister Ning's storage bag for nothing."

Ning Fusang didn't say anything. With a flick of her sleeve, the wooden box clicked shut and she put it into her storage bag.

She went back inside to rest.

Ruan San Niang also entered the house and began packing her things. Originally, she would have had to make several trips back and forth, but with the storage bag given to her by Ning Fusang, she could move everything away at once.

Looking at the empty room, she was overwhelmed with emotion.

"I've lived here for so long, and now that I have to leave, I'm really a little reluctant to go."

"But the storage bag that Senior Sister Ning gave me is really useful. No wonder cultivators buy a storage bag as soon as they have spirit stones."

Jiang Xin also had a storage bag, which Ruan Sanniang accompanied her to Tongbao Tower to buy. At the time, Manager Qian and Jiang Xin both tried to dissuade her, but Ruan Sanniang felt that since she was not leaving the sect, it would be safe to keep her things in Wuyuan. Besides, a storage bag cost 120 spirit stones, which Ruan Sanniang was reluctant to spend, so she did not buy it.

Now that she has her own storage bag, Ruan San Niang feels extremely satisfied.

*
Wen Baoxi squeezed through the narrow passage.

"How's the investigation going regarding Ning Fusang killing his classmate?"

The skinny, monkey-like boy replied, "It is true. Many people saw it back then, right there on the Sword-Asking Platform, Ning Fusang killed Chen Ming."

Wen Baoxi stroked the jade thumb ring on her thumb, her brow twitching: "How old was she six years ago?"

Another underling picked up a branch, and the skinny monkey played along with him.

He recounted the story vividly: "Chen Ming and Ning Fusang went up to the Sword-Testing Platform. Both of them were beginners in swordsmanship, but Ning Fusang's swordsmanship was slightly better, and he quickly gained the upper hand."

"Chen Ming was no match for Ning Fusang. Seeing the sword about to fall, he disregarded his dignity and hastily admitted defeat. At this moment, Ning Fusang's sword was only a hair's breadth away from Chen Ming's neck. Their instructor, Elder Yu Wanwu, arrived and ordered Ning Fusang to spare Chen Ming's life, but Ning Fusang was determined to do so. Without even blinking, he directly sliced ​​off Chen Ming's head, and blood splattered on the spot!"

He emphasized the last four words, startling Wen Baoxi.

The skinny boy added, "It is said that Chen Ming's head, like a watermelon on a vine, rolled down the Sword-Asking Platform with a thud."

Wen Baoxi subconsciously touched her head and sipped her saliva: "Did my head and neck separate?"

The two underlings nodded in unison: "It can't be divided any further!"

"The marks left on the pillar by Elder Yu's Xuan Tie sword, which deflected Ning Fusang, are still there!"

Both of them were thinking how fortunate they were that they hadn't gone when Wen Baoxi asked them to stop Ning Fusang.

Wen Baoxi squatted down and drew circles on the dry twigs: "What should we do? I've already offended her."

The important thing is that he's already made some tough statements. If he goes over and backs down now, doesn't he have any pride left?

But the head and neck are separated... just thinking about it is terrifying.

"Are you suggesting I apologize?" Wen Baoxi frowned deeply. "But she not only almost crushed my shoulder bone, but also injured my hand. Wouldn't it be too humiliating for me to apologize?"

The strategist, Skinny Monkey, said, "Brother Bao, this is still within the sect; she won't dare to be too arrogant."

Wen Baoxi chuckled: "Wasn't killing Chen Ming a crime within the sect? Elder Yu told her to spare his life, but she wouldn't listen. That's the Enforcement Hall, the most ruthless place, even I'm afraid of Elder Yu!"

Another strategist said, "Brother Bao, in my opinion, we should tell Senior Sister Wenxin about this and let her give us some advice. We will all listen to Senior Sister Wenxin and do whatever she tells us to do."

"No matter how arrogant Ning Fusang is, can he be more powerful than his personal disciple?"

Wen Baoxi glanced at him and was fairly satisfied with the plan.

"Today is the outer sect competition. I might run into my cousin. Let's go check it out."

*
The Kaiyang Peak Class A martial arts training ground was packed with people.

Wen Baoxi didn't see her cousin Wen Xin, but instead saw Ning Fusang.

"She's also participating in the outer sect competition?" Wen Baoxi asked, slightly surprised.

One of the two underlings got lost in the crowd, and only one managed to get in. He stood on tiptoe and craned his neck to look at the square.

The drawing of lots had already taken place, and Ning Fusang drew lot number five (甲五).

Zhu Zi looked at the divination stick in her hand, which also had the same number five, and her expression became quite interesting.

As fate would have it, she and Ning Fusang were drawn into the same group.

Zhu Zi had only witnessed Ning Fusang draw her sword once, during her sword duel with Chen Ming, so she couldn't help but feel a little fearful.

She comforted herself, "It's alright. This time it's on the outer sect competition stage, with so many elders watching. Ning Fusang wouldn't dare to go all out unless she's crazy."

At the same time, Zhu Zi began to feel a little regretful. She should have known better than to be so sarcastic. She never thought she would be so unlucky as to be drawn into Ning Fusang's group.

Outside the square, Min Xianyun, He Jiaxiu, and Xiang Xiaozhi finally managed to get together, and were somewhat surprised to see the lottery results.

"Out of twenty groups, Zhu Zi managed to be drawn with Ning Fusang. She really had bad luck," Xiang Xiaozhi said.

Min Qianyun nodded and said, "She will have to wait for the next outer sect competition."

After the three became the elders' personal disciples, their perspectives broadened considerably, and they were able to judge the outcome of a competition even before it was over.

He Jiaxiu snorted: "Although Ning Fusang spent three years at the Sword Washing Pool, his talent is undeniable. What merit or ability does Zhu Zi have to defeat Ning Fusang?"

Xiang Xiaozhi sighed, "If only Qingci were here too."

In fact, their relationship was not as good as before after they each became disciples. Xiang Xiaozhi could feel that they were gradually drifting apart.

Although she understands, she sometimes misses the time they spent together in the outer sect.

The suggestion to watch the outer sect competition was made by Xiang Xiaozhi, as their former classmates, with whom they had spent every day, were among the participants.

She originally thought that Min Xianyun and He Jiaxiu had broken up and would not agree to come, but to her surprise, neither of them refused the offer.

He Jiaxiu came specifically to watch Ning Fusang's competition.

If Ning Fusang hadn't made a moment of folly and killed Chen Ming six years ago, she would have already entered the inner sect during the previous outer sect competition.

But He Jiaxiu didn't need to ask to know that Ning Fusang had never regretted her choice. If time could turn back, she would still kill Chen Ming.

She is a sword that is unyielding and incomparably sharp.

(End of this chapter)