Chapter 731: The Word

"You!"

Choked by the throat, the handsome young master's eyes were filled with unwillingness. Yet, no matter how he erupted, and even if he burned every bit of his life essence, it still had no effect.

The other party's hand was as if it were the hardest chain in the world, an existence that human strength could not break free from.

At this point, no matter how unwilling he was, he knew what his ending would be.

"Indeed, these hands of mine are stained with blood, and behind me are countless white bones. But if one wants reform, there will always be bloodshed, and their deaths were not in vain."

"Those people died for the masses; they used their own blood to awaken the world. How glorious that is."

"I am not reconciled! When I have achieved success and fame, and am understood by the world, you will know the meaning of what I have done!"

The handsome young master's voice grew weaker and weaker, until finally it was barely audible, yet he was still rambling on.

But in his heart, the scenes of yesteryear emerged. He had clearly told himself to forget, so why, as his consciousness blurred and was about to dissipate, did he think of these things?

Back then, he and a young woman were childhood sweethearts, innocent and pure, having promised to protect each other and grow old together.

But that woman was beautiful, and how many people wanted to form a good marriage with her, including many high-ranking and powerful families they could not afford to offend.

Rumor had it that a son of a noble from the Capital even came to propose in person, just to win the beauty over.

There were even rumors on the street that she had already been moved, and was ready at any time to marry into the Capital and become a person above others.

That day, they had originally agreed to meet at the bridgehead, but after standing there waiting for a long time, he later received news that she could not keep the appointment.

Afterward, he saw her laughing and talking with another man, walking side by side.

That man was handsome, holding an umbrella to shade her from the sun. She smiled so beautifully—it was truly beautiful; that kind of smile was happiness.

That day, he stood at the bridgehead for a whole day, and then stood through the night in the heavy rain.

So, the so-called true love was just empty words; what she liked was power and status. So when the young master from the Capital came, he was out.

So he left, and swore that if he did not achieve fame, he would never return.

From then on, there was no longer the gentle and elegant Thousand-Hand Scholar in the Jianghu, only the selfish and profit-seeking Blood-Hand Mu Baiqing.

To climb to the top, he could use any means necessary; he could kneel to beggars, serve foot-washing water to prostitutes, and he could even submit himself to an eighty-year-old crone.

He could betray his relatives, betray his friends, and betray his sect elders; he did things that many people wanted to do but dared not.

He killed countless people, using the blood of others to pave his road to success.

In the eyes of others, he was clearly already synonymous with a despicable, shameless, and treacherous villain. Yet when he stood atop the mountain, all he heard were words of flattery.

Those who had originally pointed fingers and cursed him were now kneeling at his feet one by one, begging for his forgiveness with tears and snot.

He, who was originally stained with blood and called the most heartless and unrighteous person by the world, had become a peerless hero of benevolence and righteousness under everyone's flattery.

So this was the Jianghu; so this was reality.

At that time, he fully understood one principle: whether what you do is right or wrong does not depend on how you do it, but on who you are.

At that moment, he realized it; he thought he had obtained the truth and revered it as his lifelong pursuit.

But why, even though I already have power and status, even though I have achieved success and fame, why are you drifting further and further away from me?

Why would you rather die than bow your head to me, than marry me!

His thoughts began to blur, and the handsome young master's breath dissipated completely amidst his unwillingness.

And as if seeing the look in the handsome young master's eyes before he died, Shen Yu thought he was just unwilling to be killed like this, and felt much contempt for him in his heart.

You are truly shameless. There are many who make killing sound high-sounding, but this is the first time Shen Yu has seen someone so self-righteously righteous.

To awaken the world, then why don't you go die yourself? It turns out you only sacrifice others.

If you really had that realization, after you had gained a certain reputation and status, you should have just slit your own throat for your so-called principles; the sensation and effect caused would definitely be much stronger than killing some ordinary people.

The reason the handsome young master was still rambling on at the end was not because he was unwilling that his path had no successor or was not carried forward, but because he was afraid of death.

Anyone who becomes a master must have their own persistence, and heroes always cherish heroes, hoping that someone might spare them because of the persistence in their hearts.

But he thought wrong; how could an old monster like this, having fallen into Shen Yu's hands, be allowed to walk out alive and kicking?

"System, Sign-in!"

"Sign-in successful, obtained the Record of the Floating World!"

"Record of the Floating World!" Stroking the seemingly unremarkable book before him, Shen Yu couldn't help but open it to take a look.

The power that dissipates the moment a person dies will be captured by this book, and these powers also contain the unwillingness and regrets of the person before death.

These regrets and unwillingness are poison; they cannot be forcibly absorbed by people, otherwise, one will be subtly infected by the resentment within.

Likewise, if one can soothe these regrets, these powers will become the purest of powers. Under the influence of the Record of the Floating World, they will fuse perfectly into a person without any side effects.

However, these captured powers will also continue to dissipate with the passage of time.

If these regrets are not completed within a short time, eventually, when the power within is exhausted, even if completed, it will all be for nothing in the end.

"Interesting!" While feeling the information coming into his mind, Shen Yu flipped through the contents inside.

Unsurprisingly, the power that dissipated from the handsome young master who had just been killed was captured. Only when power reaches a certain level is it qualified and possible to be captured.

It was the other party's regret that made Shen Yu somewhat surprised; he had originally thought the other party was unwilling to be killed and wanted revenge, wanting to make his killer pay the price.

If that were the case, then it would be better not to complete it; he wasn't lacking that little bit of power from him.

But the content above was not that; he only regretted the relationship from back then, which is to say, the regret of that relationship was far stronger than the anger of being killed.

And where they were now was not some paradise, but the bridgehead where Mu Baiqing and that woman often met.

Later, Mu Baiqing transformed this place, turning it into a prison that trapped himself. He thought he had let go of the events of the past long ago, but in the end, he had never been able to escape it.

Indeed, since ancient times, deep affection has always left behind regrets; the word "love" is the most hurtful.

In Shen Yu's eyes, the things before him underwent great changes, and the world shifted. Time flowed backward; his eyes could see things from the past.

Countless years ago, Shen Yu saw that woman. She often stood here alone, infatuated, as if waiting for someone, or as if recalling something.

She never married in her life, and the expression on her face gradually changed from the memories of waiting here at the beginning to entanglement, and finally to despair.

As time flowed further back, Shen Yu also saw the man who was laughing and talking with that woman back then, and that man was not Mu Baiqing.

But Mu Baiqing would never know that he was her cousin from the Capital, used to block those noble sons who came to propose but could not be offended.

She had always thought of staying with him for a lifetime, waiting only until some time had passed to persuade her parents, so that she could fly away with him.

But after one night, Mu Baiqing was nowhere to be seen. When news finally arrived, the Thousand-Hand Scholar of yesteryear had become a treacherous villain whom everyone had the right to punish.

Yet she never expected that a single misunderstanding would create the Mu Baiqing who brought chaos to the martial arts world, and also create a devoted woman who waited in vain by the bridge for decades.