Chapter 472: You Disgust Me

"System, check in!"

"Check-in successful, obtained Spirit-Attaching Puppet Talisman!"

Watching Dong Yu's aura completely dissipate before his eyes, Shen Yu was still somewhat uneasy; who knew if these old monsters were truly dead or just faking it.

If they were just holding their breath to fake death, waiting for his true form to appear before fighting for their lives, that would be bad.

It was only when the system's notification sound rang out, signifying that the other party had truly vanished, that he finally set his mind at ease.

In the dark, Shen Yu felt as if something had burrowed into his body. This feeling was ethereal, yet it truly existed.

However, his intuition told him that this suddenly added thing would not bring him any discomfort, only endless benefits.

Although he didn't know why he had this feeling, all in all, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

If Shen Yu possessed a pair of eyes that could see through destiny, he would discover that the destiny on Dong Yu's body was rapidly dissipating after his death.

Meanwhile, his own destiny was rising, as brilliant as the sun, moon, and stars. The destiny Dong Yu had been obsessed with, everything he had once exhausted his efforts to seize, had mostly returned to the heavens and earth after his death, with a small portion merging into Shen Yu's body.

Just as he had said at the very end, after struggling hard for countless years, in a single moment, he had ended up making wedding clothes for someone else.

Accompanied by a surge of information flooding into his mind, a Jade Talisman appeared in Shen Yu's hand—a talisman that would be infinitely powerful if used well.

According to the information in his mind, this Spirit-Attaching Puppet Talisman could only be used on the dead; it could not be used on the living.

Moreover, the other party had to at least retain the majority of their body; only then could the Jade Talisman in his hand take effect.

By imprinting this talisman into the other party's body, no matter how damaged the body was before death, as long as the majority of the remains were still there—even if it were just a pile of scraps—this Jade Talisman could reorganize the body and return it to its peak.

Afterward, by imbuing it with spirit and attaching a soul, it would be transformed into a puppet that retained the peak combat strength of its lifetime, ultimately coming under Shen Yu's control.

Clutching the Jade Talisman, Shen Yu's gaze couldn't help but turn to the long-deceased Dong Yu; wasn't this thing prepared just for him?

What a good person; even in death, he could still shine, generate heat, and send warmth for him. In this day and age, there aren't many people like this left.

Come to think of it, Shen Yu felt a bit sorry for him; having fought wits and courage with him for this period of time, he hadn't even had the chance to ask what his real name was.

Dong Yu was clearly just his current alias, not his real name.

Thinking about it, it was truly pitiful; in the end, he didn't even know what he was actually called.

While hypocritically sighing, Shen Yu planted the Spirit-Attaching Puppet Talisman in his hand onto the other party without hesitation.

Soon, a hazy light flashed, and infinite power was drawn over to repair the other party's body.

In the blink of an eye, the other party's body had been initially repaired, and immediately following that, an aura that was neither living nor dead emerged from him.

Accompanying this aura was a terrifying presence that pressed down for ten thousand miles, shaking the mountains and rivers.

This presence was far stronger than before; under this pressure, one felt as small and humble as an ant.

It seemed that having just fused with Xue Sha's power, he hadn't reached his peak yet, but he had been so impatient to devour him that he had ended up overplaying his hand.

After a while, Dong Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze appearing somewhat dull, and he stood quietly by Shen Yu's side.

Circling Dong Yu twice, Shen Yu couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

Powerful, terrifying—wouldn't such an existence be a crushing force against the vast majority of experts?

Leaving Dong Yu's body in the Mountain and River Map, as this would be one of his greatest trump cards, Shen Yu walked out slowly and leisurely.

Looking at the clear and bright sky outside, everything seemed so beautiful.

Well then, let's see if there are any new targets next.

He took out the Compass, and the needle on it spun rapidly, finally pointing in one direction.

It looked like another old monster had awakened. However, times were different now; the momentum of offense and defense had already completely reversed.

Crossing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, Shen Yu followed the guidance of the Compass and continued forward, but when he reached the foot of a mountain, he couldn't help but stop his feet.

He sensed two relatively strong auras clashing; more accurately, two Mental Powers were clashing. And these two auras were very similar; they should be from the same origin.

What was this? Fellow disciples killing each other, or brothers fighting?

"Master, why must you be like this? Wouldn't it be better if all your power belonged to me?"

When Shen Yu approached, he saw a handsome, dashing middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground, blood staining the beard on his chin, his face somewhat pale.

And opposite him was a young girl with bright eyes and white teeth, looking pitiful enough to stir one's heart, yet her pretty expression was full of jealousy.

These two were not fighting with real blades or guns, but with mental energy and intent; the danger in this was far greater than any physical blow.

If one were the slightest bit careless and revealed even a tiny flaw, the other would drive straight in.

"Ning Shuang, if you wanted to borrow your master's power to benefit the common people, I would willingly give you everything."

"But you want to absorb my power to kill more people and slaughter the innocent; I will never let you succeed."

"I taught you all my skills so that you would help the weak and uphold justice, yet you use them to practice Harvesting Yang to Replenish Yin, and even to kill and steal cultivation, you..."

"Master, don't be angry. I am also doing this to carry forward our sect. Look, in just a few years, I have achieved such cultivation, surpassing your decades of bitter practice."

"Now, even if you wanted to purge the sect, you couldn't do it. As strong as you are, Master, aren't you still firmly suppressed by me?"

While moving forward, she was searching for flaws. But she didn't know if her master's offensive ability was strong or not, but this defense was ridiculously strong—it was practically a turtle shell, leaving one with nowhere to bite.

Shen Yu, standing to the side, also saw it clearly: this middle-aged man's mental power was perfect and flawless, his whole being upright and righteous, so open and honest that there wasn't a single flaw.

Even if her mental power could suppress him, it would be very difficult to defeat him in a short time, let alone the fact that the girl's power was not necessarily stronger than his.

"Master, there is one thing your disciple has been hiding from you and has never told you. I imagine today must be your final day, Master; if I don't say it, I fear you will never know."

"Do you remember the Red Dust Sword Mu Siyan, Master? Your sweetheart from back then, and also your greatest regret!"

Hearing this name, the middle-aged man trembled obviously, but quickly recovered. Although his mental power fluctuated, it did not reveal any flaws.

However, it was clear that the significance of this name was something the middle-aged man cared about deeply; this regret was likely still unresolved to this day.

"Back then, you and that Mu Siyan were in love and deeply affectionate, a sight that made people envious and longing. But unfortunately, both families opposed it, so you couldn't be together at all. So, you arranged to elope together."

"In the letter you gave to Mu Siyan, you arranged to meet her at the peach forest at the foot of the mountain. But what you didn't know, Master, was that this disciple took the liberty of quietly changing the peach forest to Woma Bridge when I delivered the letter!"

"What? You!"

"Master, why are you so surprised? I couldn't bear to part with you, Master. Back then, you had just adopted me, and you were going to elope with someone else; what was I supposed to do?"

"I could have been your wife, Master; I could have warmed your bed too!"

On the young girl's face, there was not a trace of guilt, as if she were even faintly proud of this matter.

"Back then, she waited quietly by the side of Crouching Horse Bridge for ten days, and after ten days, she left in a fit of pique. Yet Master sat withered beneath the peach tree for three months, only to eventually receive the news of her grand wedding to another."

"Master, come to think of it, she didn't love you at all. You waited foolishly for her for three months, yet she only waited for you for ten days before marrying someone else; a woman like that is not worth having!"

"Unlike me, who stays by Master's side every single day and has never left even now. Master, tell me, am I not a good disciple!"