Chapter 270: Hiding Deep Enough

"Slash!"

Gripping a sharp sword, Qiu Zihe let out an explosive shout, then took a step forward. After this step, the bluestone beneath his feet shattered completely, and the fierce Sword Qi shot straight into the clouds, tearing through the firmament.

All the members of the Qiu Family were also burning their own lives, sacrificing everything they had, in hopes that the power of this sword could reach a higher level.

They were all staking their lives on this; their appearance here meant they had already completely cast aside all thoughts of Life and Death.

Such a terrifying phenomenon appearing in the family home also caused a disturbance throughout the Qiu Family. They did not know what exactly was happening in the garden, nor did they know that someone there was fighting for their lives.

They only watched this way, some curious and some uneasy, completely unaware that a battle deciding their fate was taking place there.

Yet this Sword Qi, which was about to condense into form and stir the winds and clouds, shattered instantly with a light wave from Mo Sanniang.

"I told you that you are all vulnerable before me; why won't you listen!"

In an instant, everyone in the Qiu Family was severely injured by the backlash of this sword. Although they were not completely drained because the sword was interrupted, they were already suffering from severe damage to their Original Qi and were on the verge of death.

Walking forward, Mo Sanniang extended her hand, wanting to finish off Qiu Zihe.

The others in the Qiu Family still had some utility and had to be completely drained before being discarded; only this Qiu Zihe had to be killed, simply because the body she currently occupied still harbored a trace of lingering obsession.

So many years had passed, and she had long since completely occupied this body, devouring all the consciousness of the original body.

Yet only this ridiculous obsession remained hard to dispel; the other's deep-rooted obsession had merged completely into her spirit along with the consciousness, and it had remained in the deepest part.

On ordinary days, she felt no difference, but when she wanted to obliterate Qiu Zihe, this trace of obsession would appear.

This was because she had forcibly broken through her confinement back then to escape suppression, which had caused her too much trauma, allowing the other's obsession to remain.

These years of endless loneliness and darkness, along with the day-and-night hatred, had been torturing her every day; she had long since had enough.

When Bai Qingnan had inadvertently broken into that place and triggered that trace of Sword Intent, it allowed her to see a tiny gap, so she had chosen to break free without hesitation.

At that time, she only thought of escaping this place, caring for nothing else. She did not care at all about the obstruction and suppression of the Sword Intent that had almost cost her her life; what did it matter even if it meant destruction?

In the end, she succeeded in escaping, but her spiritual power was left with only a sliver during the struggle, which could be described as miserable.

Otherwise, relying on her original strength, she could have devoured Bai Qingnan completely on the spot. Why would she have needed to spend so much time and effort to devour the other?

Furthermore, the recovery during these years of cultivation had always been slow; otherwise, she would have long since discovered this trace of obsession and forcibly erased it.

When it comes down to it, the Qiu Family is just too useless. A second-rate family without even a strong expert—how could they satisfy her?

However, it was precisely because the Qiu Family was weak enough that she had enough time to recover without fear of being discovered or targeted.

If it weren't for the sake of safety, why would she need to stay in this second-rate Qiu Family to slowly lick her wounds?

Once she recovers a bit more, she can directly devour the entire Qiu Family. By then, the world will be vast, and she can go wherever she pleases.

When the Spirit Qi Surge arrives, it will be the moment she returns to the forest like a tiger. At that time, she will be the same as she was back then!

Thinking of this, a trace of ruthlessness appeared in Mo Sanniang's eyes. That so-called obsession in her heart was how ridiculous it was to Mo Sanniang.

Back then, she had also almost believed that there was truly love in this world, but what was the result? Everything was fake, just a trap set specifically for her.

She remembered when they first met, she was hunting experts; those so-called geniuses, those so-called experts, all knelt down under her skirt, humble and pathetic, begging only for her to smile at them.

Although she smiled like a flower at the time, her heart was cold.

Until he appeared, a swordsman who was not considered too strong—of course, this "not too strong" was from the perspective of Mo Sanniang.

In reality, he was the strongest genius of that era, having held a sword his entire life without a single defeat; he was a young man with a bit of pride.

Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time, coinciding with the Spirit Qi Surge, and he was the target of everyone's hunt. Naturally, this included her.

No one could withstand the charm of Mo Sanniang, yet he resisted it, even if only for a short while.

This successfully piqued her interest, and she decided to slowly toy with this prey, which could be considered finding some amusement for her boring life.

Yet she did not expect that in the end, she would be the one gradually attracted, finally sinking into the heart of a swordsman who was as dense as wood and understood nothing of romance.

It is laughable to think about it; clearly the prey, yet he walked into her heart.

The world only knows the Pink Skeleton Mo Sanniang; to see her is to sink, and to sink is to die. Who knows that these people are also helpless?

Who knows that beneath Mo Sanniang's wanton exterior hides a fragile and cold heart?

But he knew, he understood; Mo Sanniang thought she had finally met someone who understood her, someone who cherished her.

His appearance was like a ray of sunshine shining into her heart, bringing a trace of warmth and melting her long-frozen heart.

But they could not stay together for long, because whenever he approached her, whenever he walked to her side, he would involuntarily sink. Even if he could resist for a while, he could not resist for a lifetime.

Some things were not under her control. Those old monsters like her were not all born with a love for slaughter.

The world envies them, little knowing that they are all helpless.

In fact, sometimes, death is nothing but a release for them.

But that instinct has already been carved into their bones, deep into their souls, overriding their reason.

Many times, they do not control their behavior with thought and reason, but purely with instinct. At first, they might resist a little, but gradually, they no longer resist.

It is unknown whether these instincts assimilated them or if they had long since surrendered.

Her own heart had long been frozen and numb, feeling that a lifetime might just be like this. Seemingly aimless and muddled.

But his appearance back then made her feel as if she had come alive again, and her heart seemed to have gained some warmth.

So she voluntarily locked herself in Jingshan for him, enduring all kinds of torment just to be able to resist this instinct.

And he guarded her silently outside the window; that period was very painful but also very warm.

She was on this side of the wall, and he was on the other side of the wall. Unfortunately, although it was only a wall apart, it felt like they were separated by ten thousand miles, a world apart. Loving but unable to be together, seeking but unable to obtain.

Until the moment before the dream shattered, she was still trying hard to get rid of the so-called instinctual control; she only hoped to be an ordinary woman, able to stay by his side, and that would be enough.

Alas, all of this was fake; her efforts and her torment were just a trap set by others.

When the so-called vows of eternal love and the so-called loyalty were all just hypocrisy, the despair that followed was the root of her suppression.

If she had not experienced that kind of despair, if she had not had the will to seek death, how could those people have possibly hurt her, Mo Sanniang?

So-called love, so-called deep affection, was nothing but a joke. At that moment, she understood that in this world, there are only conflicts of interest; where is there any love?

She toyed with human hearts every day, yet in the end, she fell because of a human heart.

True experts have always been those who kill the heart; killing the person is secondary, killing the heart is primary. If a person's heart is dead, how could they seek to live!