Chapter 608: Mo Sanniang

"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 must have started from Jingshan.

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

Putting Qiu Zihe's small booklet back where it was, Shen Yu's figure suddenly vanished from the spot, and with the next step he took, he was already 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 constantly among the mountains, searching inch by inch for any possible anomalies.

Today, his Mental Power is no longer what it once was, and he can completely shroud Jingshan within it.

Suddenly, on the shaded side of Jingshan, a flash of Sword Intent appeared and vanished; it only reappeared 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 the mountain, it was as if it had been blocked by an invisible barrier.

If he had not attacked, this barrier would never have appeared. Instead, it was only when it encountered 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 met his eyes. 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 unbreakable.

Before them, a line of words glowing with terrifying Sword Intent met his eyes: "May my bones 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, and good calligraphy!

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

This person had only struck one sword, and this sword had also exhausted almost all of their life force. This sword injured both the enemy and oneself; there was only advancement and no retreat, no turning back even in death.

This was a sword of certain death; after this sword, regardless of the opponent, they were bound 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 suppressing eternity!

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

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

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

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

It turned out that the other party'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 other party's sword was swung down without hesitation.

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

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

"Clatter!" Under the collision of Sword Qi, an exquisite wooden comb jumped out from the swordsman's chest, which had been carefully kept close to their body. Judging by 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 must belong to their beloved.

The wooden comb was even engraved with two characters: "Sanniang!" So, the swordsman's beloved was named Sanniang.

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

This wooden comb seemed to harbor endless feelings, the intense love condensed and undissipated, which was enough to show the depth of this love.

What kind of expert could it be that would make such a master spare no effort, even at the cost of their life, to target them?

Filled with doubts, Shen Yu walked to the doorway of the room and pushed it open, and suddenly a scent of powder and rouge rushed toward him.

As this scent entered his body, in an instant it made one infatuated, made one go mad, and made one lose their senses.

For a moment, Shen Yu felt a bit dazed, even feeling as if he were about to lose control of himself.

Under the shroud of this scent, everything seemed beautiful; even if there were an old sow in front of him, after seeing it, he felt he could treat 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, unable to extricate oneself.

This was not a trap set deliberately, 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, he found it was very large, and many items used by women were placed here, all engraved with the character "Mo".

The woman's surname was "Mo"; on 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 they swing their sword at the inside?

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 an existence known as "Pink Skeleton, to see her is to die!"

Could it be that the swordsman's beloved was actually her? That couldn'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 also harms the body.

Did people really think "to see her is to die" was just a saying? Those who saw Mo Sanniang were all drained to death by her using a Cultivation Method of harvesting yin to replenish yang.

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

According to rumors, Mo Sanniang's charm was irresistible, capable of making people willingly become slaves and servants, sacrificing everything.

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

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

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

Even those who were likewise old monsters would retreat three times their distance when seeing her, which shows that Mo Sanniang's fierce reputation was well-known and she was definitely no ordinary person.

If that swordsman's beloved is truly Mo Sanniang, then he is likely just another poor soul who has been hoodwinked by Mo Sanniang.

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

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