Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 92 White Ginseng Walks into the Trap

"Should we bring back the white ginseng guarded by the third-tier demonic beast, the Black-feathered Skull Rabbit?"

After reading the exam questions, Ning Fusang murmured to herself, a plan flashing through her mind.

The test was set for twenty days, taking into account their travel time. She had enough time, but she still needed to plan carefully and make some preparations before leaving the sect.

The Black-feathered Skull Rabbit is poisonous; a bite would be very troublesome. Additionally, Ning Fusang also needs to consider that the White Ginseng is very active; once it leaves the vine, it moves like a shooting star, making it difficult to capture.

The white ginseng can grow steadily in the soil because the black-feathered skeletal rabbit gnaws on its roots and paralyzes it.

However, white ginseng itself has a certain resistance to the poison of the Black Feather Skull Rabbit, so if one is poisoned by the Black Feather Skull Rabbit, it is easy to cure; simply decoct white ginseng with water and drink the decoction.

But that means we'll have to find new white ginseng. Twenty days might not be enough.

Ning Fusang returned to Tianxin Peak and took out the Thousand Spirit Cage that he had obtained from Xie Taiting.

This is a fourth-tier spiritual artifact, used to capture demonic beasts and spirit beasts. Ning Fusang only refined the Bewitching Heart Bell at the time, not this Thousand Spirit Cage.

She spread her palms out, her spiritual power supporting the Thousand Spirit Cage, which floated in the air, and began to refine it.

The Thousand Spirit Cage is a fourth-tier spiritual artifact, making it more difficult to refine. The artifact is filled with Xie Taiting's will, as solid as a mountain and unyielding.

As soon as Ning Fusang's will entered, it was surrounded and annihilated by wills from all directions.

"Heh." A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, and then her will surged back into the Thousand Spirit Cage.

The overwhelming will belonging to Ning Fusang surged into the Thousand Spirit Cage like a flood, quickly taking over the territory originally occupied by Xie Taiting's will.

Within the Thousand Spirit Cage, Xie Taiting's will, once unyielding, became fragmented, like drifting willow catkins, which were also gradually eradicated by Ning Fusang's will.

She completely refined the Thousand Spirit Cage, leaving no trace of Xie Taiting's mark.

Ning Fusang wiped the sweat from her forehead, swallowed a calming pill to restore her energy, then got up, stretched her limbs, changed out of her sect robes, and flew towards the mountain gate on her sword.

Five days later.

A mountain forest, as fiery as a cloud, came into Ning Fusang's view.

The rolling hills rise and fall, covered with ancient trees bearing leaves in shades of reddish-orange and bright yellow. The forests are ablaze with color, a breathtaking sight.

Ning Fusang wielded the Shattered Light Sword, disappearing into the mountains and forests. His figure landed on the ground, and the spirit sword transformed into a stream of light, vanishing without a trace.

The ground was covered with dry fallen leaves, which rustled underfoot with the slightest step, making a distinct sound in the quiet mountain forest.

Ning Fusang walked through the forest, constantly keeping an eye on her surroundings.

An hour or two later, having searched one hilltop, Ning Fusang went to another hilltop to look for the shadow of the Black Feather Skull Rabbit.

Her gaze lowered slightly, and when she saw the tree mushrooms growing on the roots of the tree under the pile of red leaves, with only white stems and a few black dots remaining, the corners of her lips lifted slightly.

The Black Feathered Skull Rabbit enjoys eating various tree mushrooms and ginseng fruits. Since there are signs of Black Feathered Skull Rabbit activity on this mountain, there must be white ginseng growing there as well.

Companion beasts generally don't stray too far from the spiritual herbs they guard.

Ning Fusang continued forward, gradually entering the depths, when suddenly she stopped and looked back.

A white figure darted out like a whirlwind, startling countless red leaves to fall.

Ning Fusang immediately activated the Thousand Spirit Cage to trap the white shadow, then retrieved the spiritual weapon, revealing the true form of the snow-white shadow.

This thing is about the size of a palm, shaped like a radish, with five roots. The roots are fleshy and plump, and the whole thing is as smooth as white jade, radiating a luminous glow. It is the white ginseng that Ning Fusang is looking for!
She frowned slightly, her mind racing, trying to figure out why Bai Shen had walked right into the trap.

The white ginseng, affected by the poison of the Black Feathered Skull Rabbit, was in a daze all day and bound by a vine, so it wouldn't run away on its own. Unless someone dug up the white ginseng and failed to catch it in time, the white ginseng would panic and escape to its owner.

Ning Fusang's eyes flickered as she put the white ginseng into her storage jade, while simultaneously clearing away the white ginseng scent that had just clung to her body.

Just as she was about to leave, the leaves above her head rustled, and three figures descended from the sky.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

The man appeared to be in his early thirties, dressed in a simple blue shirt. He was neither burly nor thin, with a clear and calm gaze and a slight smile. He politely asked, "May I ask, fellow Daoist, have you ever seen a white ginseng?"

Ning Fusang remained expressionless and pointed in a direction.

If she hadn't intercepted the white ginseng, it would indeed have run in that direction.

The young man glanced at Ning Fusang, then activated a Swift Light Talisman and departed.

The middle-aged man stayed behind, clearly not entirely convinced by Ning Fusang's words. His tone was gentle, but his attitude firm: "I'll trouble you to wait here patiently for a while. Once Rongshan returns, you may leave."

Ning Fusang smiled and said, "What if he loses track of it himself and fails to capture the white ginseng?"

"Are you trying to pin this on me?"

The man remained unperturbed, a smile still on his face: "Fellow Daoist, as long as you open your storage bag and let me take a look to confirm that the white ginseng is not in your possession, this matter will naturally have nothing to do with you."

“If you don’t want to wait, you can open your storage bag now to prove your innocence and leave at any time,” He Zhan said tolerantly.

Ning Fusang slightly shifted her gaze to the girl behind the man. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a thin face, a pointed chin, and many black spots below her ears that seemed to be spreading.

She was poisoned.

Ning Fusang drew her conclusion. Perhaps her gaze was too direct, for the girl's face flushed, her eyes darted away, and she lowered her hair to cover herself.

He Zhan's brows furrowed with displeasure. A Qu's face was injured, and she was already ashamed. The girl actually looked at her with such an offensive gaze.

"A-Qu, close your eyes," He Zhan commanded in a deep voice, then condensed a ball of spiritual energy in his palm and struck Ning Fusang.

He never actually intended to let the girl leave.

Rogue cultivators are very wary, and someone like He Zhan, with his meticulous mind, is even less likely to easily trust others.

Whether the white ginseng is on the other person or not, you'll know once you kill them and get the storage bag.

Ning Fusang smiled coldly and summoned the Shattered Light Sword. He Zhan's gaze instantly turned scorching.

Second-tier spirit sword!

The other party must be quite wealthy to be able to afford a second-tier spirit sword!
He Qu listened to his father and closed his eyes, but listening to the sounds in the forest, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, so he opened his eyes again.

A glint of cold light magnified in her eyes.

"Aqu, get out of the way!"

He Zhan shouted urgently, raising his hand to throw a silver needle, trying to deflect Ning Fusang's sword.

His eyes widened in anger, and he gritted his teeth as he cursed, "Despicable and shameless! What kind of skill is it to bully a cultivator at the first level of the cultivation realm!"

He Qu dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the spirit sword. A thick strand of his black hair drifted down from the ancient tree and fell to the ground. He Qu felt weak all over and had no strength left.

Ning Fusang swiftly drew the longsword that had pierced the ancient wood, held it horizontally in front of her, and slightly tilted her eyes, saying, "Your Excellency is going to die eventually. Can you protect her for a quarter of an hour, or even an hour?"

(End of this chapter)