Chapter 516: Because He Doesn't Like It

"It is indeed a fine sword, but what a pity!"

He gently gripped the blood-colored long sword, and the sword hum emanating from the blade seemed to be echoing him.

Yet, at the same time, an absurd feeling suddenly surfaced in the depths of his heart. It was that after using the sword to slaughter the world, his own power would grow stronger and stronger, and his strength would improve at a rapid pace.

As long as he kept killing and kept drinking blood, there would be a constant stream of power and endless blood energy to replenish him.

As long as he held the sword, he would become stronger and stronger because of it. He could walk to the very peak, and from then on, suppress the world, with no one daring to disobey.

This was not the Sword Intent of the blood-colored long sword inducing him, but the instinct and efficacy of this sword that he clearly perceived after holding it.

Yet this very fact was more powerful than a thousand words; it was a fatal temptation.

The thick, bloody aura it exuded made it look even more awe-inspiring; holding the long sword could increase one's power by thirty percent. It was a pity that he did not need such a sword, nor could he use it.

He directly plunged the sword into the high platform, and heavy golden runes surrounded Shen Yu, transforming into chains that locked the blood-colored long sword once again.

The sword hum began to grow anxious, and the amplitude of its trembling became greater and greater, as if it were struggling to break through this blockade.

It was a pity, however, that under Shen Yu's control, no matter how it struggled, it was all in vain.

Back when Shen Yu was still in the True Soul Realm, this sword could not tempt him. Now that he had advanced further, he could be swayed by it even less.

In the end, the sword hum seemed to carry a sense of desolation. Before Shen Yu, it had gone through two masters, but the final result was that both masters had abandoned it here.

Now, it had chosen to submit, but before the new master could accept it, he had already abandoned it.

A precious sword has a spirit, so it was naturally unwilling. It should be a supreme weapon pursued and fought over by countless people; it should have the highest status, being carefully nurtured by countless people.

Instead of being like this now, discarded like worn-out shoes, not even worth a second glance.

The sword hum was finally drowned out beneath layers of runes, sealing it completely within. Afterward, Shen Yu would add heavy insurance to it, ensuring it could not easily emerge into the world.

If it weren't for the lack of a way to destroy it, Shen Yu really wouldn't mind considering it.

"You sealed the sword again?"

Walking tremblingly before Shen Yu, Qing Han's injuries were severe. Previously, she had mutilated her own body, and afterward, the Sword Qi had invaded her body, churning and destroying it, causing her to be severely wounded in an instant.

She found it hard to imagine how Shen Yu had done it, being able to break free the moment he picked up the sword, and then sealing it without the slightest hesitation.

Setting aside the invasion of the Sword Intent itself, she also knew the efficacy of the sword itself.

The reason Mu Zishan was able to grow rapidly in such a short time back then was largely due to the role of this sword. Killing until the fields were filled, and feeding back into oneself—this was a temptation that ordinary people could hardly resist.

In the Jianghu, there were countless people who, in order to climb into the upper echelons and have even a sliver of progress, would not hesitate to kill their own wives and children.

Back then, Mu Zishan also only came to a great realization after sobering up and sitting quietly with the sword for a night, abandoning it and turning to rely on his own efforts.

But now, Shen Yu had clearly made a breakthrough relying on this sword; the efficacy of this sword was only just beginning to show, but she believed Shen Yu had already clearly felt it.

If it were anyone else, they would certainly press on and continue to rely on this sword to crazily improve themselves.

Yet now, Shen Yu chose to give it up directly, without the slightest attachment to the temptation of such rapidly increasing strength; this character alone was enough to command respect.

Even when Mu Zishan abandoned this sword back then, he had said that the most terrifying thing about this sword was not its ability to invade the human heart, but its powerful efficacy of feeding back into oneself after killing and drinking blood.

As long as one kept killing, one could keep improving; there were no thresholds and no obstacles, which could be called a smooth path.

The temptation of this to people was too great; even he had had the thought of just using it temporarily and abandoning it once he had improved further.

But he knew very well that tomorrow follows tomorrow, and how many tomorrows there are; if he told himself he would use it temporarily now, he would say the same thing to himself tomorrow.

Eventually, he would be completely trapped in it. This kind of entrapment was different from being invaded; this was a choice made by oneself, following one's heart, and there would be no turning back.

Therefore, after sitting silently for a night, Mu Zishan relied on his strong character to abandon this sword.

He had said that a person can only stand firmly and stand tall by relying on themselves!

That Shen Yu could be unaffected by any temptation and directly abandon the shortcut to the peak—this point alone already surpassed countless people.

"Done!" After the final movement of his hands was completed, layers of runes completely shrouded the blood-colored long sword, and even if the sword hum rang out again, not a bit of it leaked out.

Only then did Shen Yu let out a light breath. This was only an initial seal; later, he would also integrate the power of mountains and rivers into it.

At his current realm, he could also attempt to borrow the power of the sun, moon, and stars to reinforce the Array. Mountains and rivers might change over time, but the sun, moon, and stars are eternal.

This way, there was no need to worry about the sealing Array having flaws as time changed; this was also the most terrifying aspect of ancient seals.

"Lord Shen!" Standing before Shen Yu and feeling that unfathomable aura, Qing Han felt a tremor in her heart.

For a moment, she didn't even know how to address the young man in front of her.

By rights, in the Jianghu, seniority is based on strength, so even if she called Shen Yu a senior, it would be appropriate.

But Shen Yu was too young; as far as she knew, this young man was only at the age of capping, excessively young, so she really couldn't bring herself to call him senior.

Calling him by his name was also somewhat inappropriate, so it was better to call him Lord Shen. Anyway, as long as he did not leave the imperial court, this title would not be outdated.

"Lord Shen!" Looking at Shen Yu, Qing Han asked the question she most wanted to ask: "Have you now completely surpassed the True Soul Realm?"

"Yes!" Nodding, Shen Yu admitted it naturally.

The limit of this World was currently the True Soul Realm, but Shen Yu had used the power within the blood-colored long sword to surpass this realm in one fell swoop.

This was undoubtedly the peak, unmatched in the Jianghu, the kind that seeks defeat in solitude. He alone was the strongest force that no one dared to provoke.

"Lord Shen, Mu Zishan is currently still suppressing the Forbidden Land, and he is almost unable to hold on. Now that Lord Shen has such strength, why not go to the Forbidden Land to replace Mu Zishan!"

"Once Mu Zishan has recuperated, he can then rotate to replace you. In this way, both you and he can live, and the Spirit Qi Surge can continue to be suppressed."

"Don't worry, Mu Zishan's character is absolutely trustworthy; he will not fail to replace you!"

"You still want me to go and suppress the Forbidden Land?"

Looking back at her, Shen Yu asked coldly, "Qing Han, do you know you are courting death? Do you know that I could kill you without the slightest effort?"

The cold killing intent leaked out, like the cold wind of midwinter blowing on her face, cold from the inside out.

"Just now, you used self-mutilation to trigger that sword, almost causing me to be invaded by the Sword Intent; for this alone, killing you would be enough!"

"I know, but I believe Lord Shen would not do that!"

Looking up at Shen Yu, Qing Han's eyes were full of sincerity. "Because Lord Shen has never wantonly killed the innocent; those killed were all people who deserved to die!"

"Do you count as innocent?"

"Lord Shen, in my life, I have also never wantonly killed the innocent; those who died by my hands were all people who deserved to die. There is no sin on my hands!"

"You have never killed the innocent? Are you sure?" Looking at her, Shen Yu was full of suspicion.

It was as if a girl who spent all day hanging around bars and nightclubs was telling him that she kept herself chaste and was always the most self-respecting and pure.

Of course, such girls certainly exist, just as there are certainly upright and kind-hearted people in the Jianghu who have never killed the innocent. It is just that the number is too small, pitifully small.

Moreover, Qing Han is one or two hundred years old and has been hanging around the Jianghu for at least a century; that she has not killed a single innocent person to this day is truly hard to believe.

"Because he doesn't like it, I never do it!"