Chapter 612: Spiritual Qi is Poisonous

"So it's this thing; it truly is my thing!"

Seeing the familiar wooden comb, the one she had given him, she had not expected it to appear before her eyes once again.

Yet, after seeing the wooden comb, there was not the slightest ripple in her heart; there was only hatred, only endless killing intent.

"I can feel it, his love for you is very deep!"

"Love?" As if hearing the most grating joke, a trace of sorrow flitted across Mo Sanniang's enchanting face.

"What love could there be between us? There is only exploitation and betrayal. How can there be true affection in this world? There is only hypocrisy and pretense!"

"You all deserve to die, and you must die too!" A single wooden comb was enough to make Mo Sanniang lose her composure. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the more extreme the hate.

Mo Sanniang, who had always been cold and heartless, playing with people's minds, now had feelings in her heart; this heart seemed to have developed a flaw, and her behavior seemed to have become manic.

A woman in a state of madness is always the most terrifying.

An invisible force field rippled outward, and Mo Sanniang's aura began to climb continuously. This woman, who looked so soft and weak, finally revealed her ferocious and terrifying side.

Beyond her ability to disturb people's minds, Mo Sanniang's own strength was also at the pinnacle.

Did one really think that all those experts who had fallen under her pomegranate skirt over these many years had been devoured by her until not even the dregs remained for nothing? Those experts were not swallowed in vain!

One did not know what Mo Sanniang's combat power was like when she fought, but the strength of her cultivation was absolutely at the peak, rare in this world. The countless white bones of those experts were the steps she had climbed to the summit.

Although Mo Sanniang's strength was now less than one-tenth of its former state, her tiger-like might remained. Once this sliver of aura emerged, it was as if even the wind was frightened into stillness, and all things were silenced by it.

However, as soon as this aura erupted, it was suppressed by Shen Yu within a moment.

Mo Sanniang was secretly playing her tricks, but was Shen Yu not doing the same? The Mountain and River Map had long since been unfurled, shrouding the four directions. Although the Qiu Family looked like the same Qiu Family, they had actually already entered the Mountain and River Map.

Once fallen into the Mountain and River Map, let alone that Mo Sanniang's strength was impaired, even if she were in her prime, Shen Yu would not fear her in the slightest.

"You cannot kill me!"

The wooden comb in his hand floated to Mo Sanniang's side. Shen Yu reached out a hand toward her and smiled lightly, "Actually, you should take a look yourself. Perhaps the result is different from what you think!"

"Since the little gentleman says so, then I shall take a look!" Feeling the terrifying power around her, Mo Sanniang's smile remained unchanged, and she took the wooden comb with great familiarity.

When one is the meat on the chopping block, what else can one do if one cannot win?

Holding the wooden comb, waves of hidden, profound love surged into her heart—it was a scorching love that seemed capable of melting ice.

Tears swirled in Mo Sanniang's eyes, crystal-clear droplets sliding down her fair cheeks; that touch of sorrow, which made one pity her upon seeing it, was even more heartbreaking.

It was as if every movement and every expression made one sink into it, unable to extricate oneself; every part of her body radiated an irresistible temptation.

In an instant, it made one involuntarily feel sorrow for her sorrow, wishing to immediately pull her into one's arms to comfort her carefully, wishing to pour out all one's admiration to her.

This sudden affection was truly caught one off guard; did one not see that the members of the Qiu Family all looked heartbroken? Mo Sanniang, truly, what a Mo Sanniang.

"Big sister, I kindly brought you your love token, and you treat me like this? You are being a bit unreasonable!"

These old monsters really know how to seize every opportunity; they are not the least bit hesitant when it comes to entrapping others.

He wanted to use the wooden comb to break Mo Sanniang's mental defenses, but she did the opposite, making one think she was immersed in the past, unable to extricate herself, lonely and desolate.

Yet in reality, she was releasing her power every moment, causing people to fall into her trap inadvertently. When it comes to the control of the human heart, if Mo Sanniang claims second place, who would dare claim first?

"Little gentleman, speak. What do you want to know from me?"

Withdrawing that side of her that made one pity her, she gave Shen Yu a dazed smile, like a gentle breeze brushing against one's face, not caring in the slightest about the killing intent on Shen Yu's body.

Because she knew that the young man opposite her did not yet want to kill her, otherwise he would not have gone through so many twists and turns.

"You clearly could have killed me but chose not to, and you even wanted to use this to break my mental defenses; you underestimate me far too much!"

As she spoke, Mo Sanniang crushed the wooden comb in her hand to pieces, yet the smile on her face did not change in the slightest.

The fact that the deep love on the wooden comb had not dissipated after so many years was enough to show that the other party's love was genuine and sincere.

Shen Yu had originally thought that when faced with such an old object, faced with the lingering love of a lover she had once hated and doubted, even Mo Sanniang should have had some reaction.

But in reality, just as Mo Sanniang said, he had still underestimated these old monsters.

Not everyone is a little woman who only knows about love; the one before him is Mo Sanniang, the ruthless and vicious Pink Skeleton, Mo Sanniang.

"So you were pretending from the very beginning; you don't care about love at all!"

These people are truly worthy of being natural-born actors, making it impossible for others to ever guess their thoughts. Sometimes, they can bleed a person dry, and that person will still speak well of them; one has to admire them.

Shen Yu even suspected that the swordsman from back then had been entrapped by Mo Sanniang.

"It's not that I don't care, but that I have already let go. I might have loved him once, but now I am filled with nothing but hate. Now, there is nothing else I can fit in my heart except hate!"

"Perhaps he did love me, but he still swung his sword at me! Because in his heart, there were things more important than me. It could have been those so-called beliefs, or perhaps so-called responsibilities."

"It doesn't matter anymore!" Shaking her head, there was not the slightest change on Mo Sanniang's face, as if she were speaking of an insignificant matter.

"That sword strike already severed all ties of affection; I stopped caring about the events of the past long ago."

"Little gentleman, speak. What do you want to know from me?"

"You clearly could have killed me, yet you didn't go for the kill from the start; you must be after something else. Since you aren't after my person, then you must be after something else!"

As if she had resigned herself to her fate, Mo Sanniang covered her chest with a look of grievance, "I can't beat you, so I can only accept it. No matter what the little gentleman does to me, I will not resist!"

"Little gentleman, do you want to try?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Shaking his head, Shen Yu said slowly, "I just want to know what effect the Spiritual Qi Surge will actually have on you."

"I once met Mo Cheng; his behavior before he died was vastly different from his previous cold and heartless nature."

Speaking to this point, Shen Yu's gaze was burning, filled with curiosity, "So I want to know what the Spiritual Qi Surge actually brings. Is it that your true nature is like this, or did you change afterward?"

"Mo Cheng? You actually encountered him?" A strange look flashed in her eyes; this old fellow was not easy to deal with, and even she sometimes had to give him a wide berth when she saw him.

Mo Sanniang naturally knew what kind of personality this old fellow had; how could anyone survive under his hands?

That Shen Yu was still alive proved that Mo Cheng was dead.

A trace of wariness flashed in her eyes, and her evaluation of Shen Yu's strength inevitably rose another level. The young people of today are truly remarkable!

"So, you are suspicious?"

"A little!" Keeping his eyes fixed on the other party, Shen Yu tried to see something from her expression. But he was destined to be disappointed; how could these old monsters let him see through them so easily?

"I am just very curious. There are indeed many sycophants and bootlickers in this world, but there are also many hot-blooded people. I do not believe that all these people could have died out, leaving not a single one behind."

"But throughout the history of every Spiritual Qi Surge, all those slumbering old monsters have only known ruthless slaughter, which makes one have to be suspicious!"

"Is all of this just your own conjecture?"

Taking a deep look at Shen Yu, even Mo Sanniang could not help but exclaim, "You are truly formidable; there are very few among those of past generations who have had such suspicions as you!"

"I can only tell you this: Spirit Qi is poisonous!" Having said this, Mo Sanniang suddenly retreated a few steps, then gave Shen Yu a silly smile.

"Also, my help has arrived!"