Chapter 409: A Good Method

"Lord Shen?!"

Looking at Shen Yu, who was within arm's reach, Bai Jincong did not know how to describe his current state of mind.

The Sword Intent that had just flashed by, although not aimed at him, still made him feel a fear akin to suffocation, almost making him think he had been annihilated by that Sword Intent as well.

At the very moment the other party swung the sword, he had even panicked and wanted to beg for mercy, and had even called out to Shen Yu involuntarily; he had almost lost all his dignity.

Even though it was all over, Bai Jincong still clutched his chest with lingering fear; in that split second just now, he had almost thought he was gone too.

However, Shen Yu did not pay him any mind at this moment, but instead sank his thoughts into the system.

"System, check in!"

"Check-in successful, obtained Time Retrospection! Wherever the naked eye can see, one can witness the changing of the world!"

Following a surge of light, a great deal of information suddenly appeared in Shen Yu's mind; the newly acquired ability seemed to have completely transformed into his own instinct, deep within his soul.

Standing where he was, his eyes seemed capable of witnessing the changes of history and seeing through the vicissitudes of the world.

Time Retrospection was not, as one might imagine, truly capable of making time repeat or scenes reappear; it was simply that his eyes could see what had happened in a place previously.

All sorts of past events, everything that had happened before, could appear as if right before his eyes whenever he wished to see them.

It was just that the further back one looked, the more internal energy it consumed. He did not know how far back his current internal energy could allow him to see, or how long he could sustain it.

This ability could indeed be called powerful, but unfortunately, it could not increase his actual strength. In this Great Contention Era, strength was ultimately the most important thing.

"Let's try it!" Having obtained such an ability, and feeling that his strength had recovered sufficiently, Shen Yu attempted to look toward the side.

In the blink of an eye, the scene before him changed instantly; everything that had just happened seemed to have been experienced again, all appearing vividly before his eyes.

Including how he had finished off Bai Tu, and how he had been finished off by Liu Rusheng, it was as if it had been played out before his eyes once more.

His internal energy was being consumed rapidly, and Shen Yu, feeling it wasn't enough, looked further back; time seemed to fly by, and the environment he saw changed drastically. The feeling was just like fast-forwarding in reverse.

Watching this magnificent mansion before him turn into that dilapidated courtyard from long ago, it was desolate beyond measure, with no one visiting for a very long time.

Further back, the dilapidated courtyard became opulent and magnificent, seemingly even more glorious than it was now, with people coming and going inside, very lively.

It was just a pity that those were things from decades, or even hundreds of years ago, and he did not recognize the people inside.

Even if those beauties who were once charming and delicate were still alive today, they would be beauties in their twilight years, aged beyond recognition.

Suddenly, Shen Yu paused; in this mansion, he saw a familiar figure, or to be precise, he saw a familiar sword.

That was Mu Zishan's sword, the Broken Sword that Mu Zishan had presented to the imperial court before suppressing the Forbidden Land; the person holding the sword should be Mu Zishan, who suppressed the martial arts world over a hundred years ago.

At this time, Mu Zishan was still a dashing and gallant figure, and the sword in his hand had not yet been broken in two.

Before him was a woman with a gentle appearance, but at this moment, Mu Zishan's sword was thrust into the woman's chest.

The woman just looked at him, her face showing nothing but a hint of pain, and she just kept walking forward step by step.

Although Mu Zishan wanted to withdraw his sword and retreat, the woman grabbed the sword in his hand; blood dripped from her hand, but she seemed to feel nothing at all, still walking forward.

As the woman kept moving closer, the blade went deeper, eventually piercing through from the woman's back.

"Cough, cough!" She coughed lightly a few times, but mouthfuls of blood could not stop flowing from her mouth.

Although Mu Zishan had never intended to hurt her, the sword that had been nourished by him for many years still retained his Sword Intent.

【Empty】

This faint Sword Intent, however, began to assault her body the moment the blade entered her, causing her meridians to become chaotic and her dantian to be damaged in an instant.

Only then did the woman manage a faint smile at Mu Zishan, "You were right, those women were killed by me, and those old people were also killed by me; I just wanted to make you, who prides yourself on being a hero of righteousness, draw your sword against me."

"Mu Zishan, I know you too well; you ultimately took action against me for the sake of those ordinary people!"

Watching this scene, Shen Yu could clearly see heartache and struggle in Mu Zishan's eyes; in other words, this woman before him was someone he loved, otherwise he would not have had this reaction.

Then what was this scene about? Could it be that this woman was trying to test whether she was more important in Mu Zishan's heart, or if the so-called righteousness in his heart was more important?

If his guess was true, then this woman was truly sick in the head; for the great Mu Zishan to fall for such a woman was truly a loss.

"Why, why did you do this?" Hurriedly pulling out his sword, Mu Zishan rushed up in a panic to support the woman, his internal energy pouring into her continuously.

He wanted to save her life, but at this moment, the woman's body was like a leaking sieve, and the loss of her life force could not be stopped.

"Don't waste your effort, you can't save me!" She raised her hand, wanting to stop Mu Zishan, but he remained stubborn, his internal energy continuing to gather in her body as if it were worthless.

Seeing that stopping him was useless, the woman could only smile bitterly, her blood-stained hand barely lifting to gently stroke Mu Zishan's face.

"Tell me, wouldn't it be great if you weren't Mu Zishan? Then we could truly be together!"

"You aren't you going to ask me why I did this? Because I know the only one who can defeat you is yourself. You are too strong, strong enough to make people despair, and you have absolutely no flaws."

"Since there are no flaws, then I will create one. From the very beginning, my approaching you was with ulterior motives; you actually knew all along that I had ulterior motives!"

Speaking of this, the woman could not help but smile bitterly, "But you still fell in love with me. Why are you so foolish? Now, I am your flaw."

"Therefore, I had to make you draw your sword against me. I want your Sword Heart to collapse, I want you to fall into the dust, to be brought down to the dirt!"

"Why? If you didn't want me to draw my sword, I could have given it up!"

"It's useless, what I want is to kill you. Mu Zishan, do you know? I hate you, I have always hated you!"

Stroking Mu Zishan's face, the blood from her wounds smeared his face as well; the woman's face was full of bitterness, an indescribable heartache.

"But I also love you, yet we are ultimately unable to be together!"

"Why, why is this?"

"Because my father was Jiang Chonghe. Back then, you went astray and committed countless slaughters; my father went to stop you, but was killed by you. This is a debt of blood for my father, I must avenge it!"

"Jiang Chonghe! The Great Hero of the Horizontal River, Jiang Chonghe? I never killed Great Hero Jiang back then; when he arrived, I had already woken up, and we never even fought."

"At this point, are you still lying to me?" As she spoke, the woman's voice was already growing weaker; it seemed she was about to reach her limit, and her voice began to become barely audible.

"Mu Zishan, you killed my father and also caused my mother to die of grief; I hate you, but I also happened to fall in love with you."

"Remember my appearance, I want you to remember it for the rest of your life!"

Looking deeply at Mu Zishan, after a long while, the woman's hand finally dropped powerlessly, and her life force dissipated completely from that moment on.

On the spot, only a wailing, nearly broken Mu Zishan remained.

"Meng Yao! Why, why did it have to be like this!" Holding the woman's corpse, Mu Zishan no longer wanted to think about right or wrong, or about such twists of misunderstanding.

He only wanted to take the person he loved to a place where no one else was, so that no one would disturb them again.

As for the sword at his side, he broke it with a wave of his hand. He had used the sword to kill the woman he loved most; his Sword Heart was already dead, so what use was there in keeping the sword?