Chapter 268: The Haoran Scripture

"Does everything originate from Jingshan?"

Closing the booklet, Shen Yu finished reading the entire text and saw this term inside. If nothing went wrong, all the changes should have started from Jingshan.

Jingshan is not very far from Santu City, and for Shen Yu, it takes only a single thought to arrive.

Placing Qiu Zihe's small booklet back where it was, Shen Yu's figure suddenly vanished from the spot, and the next step he took already placed him inside Jingshan.

Jingshan is not just a single mountain, but a vast and majestic mountain range; the scenery between the mountains is beautiful, with waterfalls, cliffs, and rare treasures in the valleys—everything one could ask for.

Shen Yu's figure shifted continuously among the mountains, searching inch by inch for any possible anomalies.

Today, his Mental Power is no longer what it used to be, and he can completely shroud Jingshan.

Suddenly, on the shaded side of Jingshan, a flash of Sword Intent appeared and vanished, only to reappear after a long while, flickering in and out of existence.

Stopping his steps, Shen Yu carefully sensed this Sword Intent that would vanish if one were not careful. The moment this wisp of Sword Intent appeared, following its trail, Shen Yu seized the opportunity and swung his sword rapidly.

The terrifying Sword Qi seemed as if it would split the entire Jingshan in two, but when it struck Jingshan, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

If he had not attacked, this barrier would never have appeared. Instead, it was only upon encountering an attack that it naturally manifested.

Swinging his sword twice in succession, Shen Yu forcibly broke through this barrier and then stepped into a completely enclosed space.

This place was exquisitely decorated with Spirit Qi hidden within, appearing like a luxurious mansion concealed in a space within the mountain.

However, when he stepped inside, bones scattered everywhere came into view. These bones were like gold and jade, all radiating a powerful aura, showing that their strength in life was not low.

At the very front, a figure stood proudly in the courtyard. The Sword Intent he had sensed earlier was exactly what was radiating from the figure standing in the courtyard.

This person's life force had long since been extinguished, but the body had not rotted or decayed, still maintaining the posture of swinging a sword; one can imagine that their strength in life must have been extremely terrifying.

When Shen Yu approached, a sharp Sword Intent rushed toward him. The swordsman was dead, but the Sword Intent remained. This sword was sharp and overbearing, as if it would sweep across eternity, unyielding and unbroken.

Before him, a line of words radiating terrifying Sword Intent came into view: "My bones shall forever suppress this place!"

The Sword Intent between the lines revealed a sense of desolation and helplessness, yet it also seemed to carry a relentless, heartless determination.

A good sword, good calligraphy!

Shen Yu could tell that this person was not killed by him, but died from the dissipation of essence and energy.

This person had only unleashed one sword, and this sword had also exhausted almost all of their life. This sword injured both the enemy and oneself; there was only advance and no retreat, no turning back until death.

This was a sword of certain death; after this sword, regardless of the opponent, they were certain to die.

In a trance, Shen Yu seemed to see the person before him swinging their sword forward, the sword light sweeping across all directions.

Boundless power gathered before them, and that earth-shaking force nearly caused the entire space to collapse.

In the past, there was a Great Ling swordsman who swung their sword to sever the bonds of emotion, a single sword to suppress eternity!

The bearing of this predecessor is truly something to sigh at.

Bypassing this swordsman, Shen Yu took two more steps forward, wanting to get closer inside to see the situation of the rooms in this courtyard.

But just at this moment, a surge of Sword Intent suddenly rose from the swordsman's body, like the scorching sun at noon, hot and vicious.

This Sword Intent rushed straight at Shen Yu, seemingly blocking his advance.

It turned out the opponent's sword was both a suppression and a protection; even in death, they were silently guarding this place.

But by this time, Shen Yu had already taken his next step, and the opponent's sword was swung down without hesitation.

This sword came fast and urgent, catching one off guard.

However, this sword was, after all, only the residual Sword Intent of the swordsman before death, having long lost its former prestige. As it neared Shen Yu, it was shattered by his quick wave of the hand.

"Clack!" Under the collision of Sword Qi, an exquisite wooden comb jumped out from the swordsman's chest, which had been carefully kept close to his body. Looking at the appearance of this wooden comb, it should be a woman's item.

To be kept so solemnly in the swordsman's chest, if nothing went wrong, it should belong to his beloved.

On the wooden comb were carved two words: "Sanniang!" So, the swordsman's beloved was named Sanniang?

Picking up the wooden comb and holding it in his hand, Shen Yu instantly felt as if he sensed a strong emotion from the comb—a deep and intense love.

This wooden comb seemed to harbor endless threads of affection, the intense love condensed and not dissipating, which was enough to show the depth of this love.

What kind of expert could it be that would make such a master go to such lengths, even at the cost of their life, to target them?

Carrying full suspicion, Shen Yu walked to the doorway of the room and pushed it open; suddenly, a scent of powder and rouge rushed toward him.

This scent entered his body, and in an instant, it made one feel infatuated, crazed, and lost in desire.

For a moment, Shen Yu felt somewhat dazed, even feeling as if he could barely hold himself together.

Under the shroud of this scent, everything seemed beautiful; even if there were a sow in front of him, after seeing it, he might be able to perceive it as a peerless beauty.

What a terrifying scent; just from a wisp of residual scent, it almost made one sink into a sea of desire and be unable to extricate oneself.

This was not a trap deliberately set, but seemed to be a residual scent naturally emitted. Who exactly lived here, and how could such a terrifying scent remain?

Carefully circling the room, the room was very large, and there were many items used by women placed here, with the character "Mo" carved on all of them.

The woman's surname was "Mo"; at the dressing table, a complete set of tools was missing only a wooden comb. Shen Yu took out the one he had just obtained from the swordsman, and it was a perfect match for the wooden dressing table in the room.

The person in the room was the swordsman's lover, so why would he swing his sword at it?

Surname Mo, given name Sanniang; was the person in the room called Mo Sanniang? Wait, could it be... Pink Skeleton Mo Sanniang?

"Hiss!" At the thought of this possibility, Shen Yu couldn't help but gasp; this Mo Sanniang was known as the existence of "Pink Skeleton, see her and you will surely die!"

Could it be that the swordsman's beloved was actually her? That can't be, right?

One shouldn't like this person no matter who they like; it's one thing that rumors say Mo Sanniang toys with emotions, but the key is that it's also harmful to one's health.

Did people really think "see her and you will surely die" was just a saying? Those who saw Mo Sanniang were all drained to death by her cultivation method of harvesting yin to replenish yang.

Their entire cultivation, essence, and even life were all turned into nourishment for that woman. The most terrifying thing was that these men were all willing to offer it.

The legendary Mo Sanniang had a charm that no one could resist, making people willing to become slaves and servants, offering everything.

If those records were true, then this Mo Sanniang was truly extraordinary!

How could such a person live here? Could it be that the swordsman outside and those white bones, their opponent was this Mo Sanniang?

Mo Sanniang was able to rise to fame, with countless experts falling under her pomegranate skirt, causing many heroes to bow before her.

Even for other old monsters, they would give her a wide berth when they saw her, which shows that Mo Sanniang's fierce reputation was well-known and she was definitely no ordinary person.

If the person that swordsman loved was truly Mo Sanniang, then he was likely just another poor soul hoodwinked by Mo Sanniang.

However, the fact that he could ultimately swing his sword at Mo Sanniang proves he is definitely a man of character.

Such decisiveness of heart and mind must be considered top-tier.