After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

"Third sister...I was wrong."

Caught red-handed, Wen Yanyu promptly admitted her mistake.

"snort!"

Wen Muxuan gave a light snort and didn't argue with her too much.

Then he turned to look at Shen Shuchou, a sly glint in his cold eyes, and said, "I heard you're quite good at fighting."

Shen Shuchou frowned, wondering what Wen Muxuan was up to now.

"Come out and fight me."

Before Shen Shuchou could speak, Wen Muxuan stepped forward and tried to pull him out.

Do I look stupid to you?

Shen Shuchou slightly dodged away.

He has no cultivation level right now. Asking him to fight a cultivator in the Spirit Realm is just plain stupid.

"Don't worry, I won't use my cultivation; I'll fight you with the strength of an ordinary mortal."

Wen Muxuan seemed to have anticipated Shen Shuchou's words and immediately added.

"I refuse."

Shen Shuchou refused without even thinking.

"you..."

After being rejected by Shen Shuchou repeatedly, Wen Muxuan's face showed slight anger.

But when he saw Pei Rou hiding behind Shen Shuchou, his eyes darted around as if he had thought of something.

"She's your sister, isn't she?"

Wen Muxuan pointed at Pei Rou.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou's face instantly turned cold.

Clang!

Hearing the spring rain burst into a sword-like cry in the air, Shen Shuchou shielded Pei Rou behind him and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

A murderous intent was directed at Wen Muxuan. If she wanted to attack Pei Rou, even the cultivator Shen Shuchou would not be afraid.

"Don't be so nervous. I wouldn't use someone as a blackmailer. What I'm saying is that if you fight me, win or lose, I'll give you some meat. Even if you don't eat it, she can't not eat it, right?"

Wen Muxuan was slightly startled by Shen Shuchou's cold and fierce killing intent. The fact that a mortal could unleash such killing intent only made her more interested.

The reason she wanted to fight Shen Shuchou was because Shen Shuchou called her mentally ill.

As a young lady of the prestigious Wen family and a direct disciple of the Sect Master of the Hidden Moon Sword Sect, it was impossible for the proud and arrogant Wen Muxuan to accept being insulted like this by a mere mortal.

Upon hearing Wen Muxuan's words, Shen Shuchou remained silent for a moment.

Wen Muxuan was right. He could endure some hardship, but Pei Rou couldn't continue to suffer with him.

According to the system's prompts, I must stay in Jiangyun County for at least three more years before I can leave.

Pei Rou is so thin now, Shen Shuchou can't bear to see her go hungry, and the food he has stored won't last long either.

"Keep your word."

Shen Shuchou slightly raised his eyes and said.

"Hmph! I always keep my word."

Wen Muxuan gave a soft snort.

"Okay, I agree to fight you."

Shen Shuchou readily agreed.

Seeing that Shen Shuchou agreed, Wen Muxuan smiled subtly, said nothing more, and turned to go out to wait for him.

"Brother Shen, don't fight with my sister, you can't beat her."

Wen Yanyu asked nervously.

Wen Yanyu knew Wen Muxuan's strength well. Even if she didn't use that strange ability, Shen Shuchou couldn't withstand her with just her mortal strength.

"I'll go out and try to persuade my third sister."

Wen Yanyu immediately chased after him; she couldn't bear to see Shen Shuchou being beaten.

"Can I not hit you, brother?"

Just then, a small hand gently grabbed the hem of Shen Shuchou's clothes from behind.

Pei Rou understood perfectly well; she knew that Shen Shuchou had agreed to that woman's request because of her.

Pei Rou knew that her brother was worried about her, but she didn't want him to take risks because of her.

Shen Shuchou turned his head and saw Pei Rou looking worried.

"It's okay, I'll go get you something to eat. Besides, I might not lose."

Shen Shuchou gently rubbed Pei Rou's head.

"Brother, Pei Rou isn't hungry. Pei Rou eats very little."

Pei Rou gently held Shen Shuchou's hand, not wanting him to leave.

"It's okay, wait for me to come back."

Shen Shuchou said softly.

He then strode out and saw Wen Yanyu talking to Wen Muxuan not far from the door.

Many other refugees gathered around.

Shen Shuchou was not afraid at all and calmly walked to the center of the arena to face Wen Muxuan directly.

"I won't bully you. I'll let you have three moves first. Of course, if you can even touch me once, you'll win."

Upon seeing Shen Shuchou emerge, Wen Muxuan immediately shook off Wen Yanyu and walked straight to Shen Shuchou.

Shen Shuchou did not reply, nor did he display any so-called humility as a man.

Even if the cultivator doesn't use their cultivation, they are not someone that an ordinary person can deal with.

Shen Shuchou didn't expect to actually defeat Wen Muxuan; all he cared about was her promise.

The two were about ten meters apart, facing each other. Shen Shuchou held Ting Chunyu's hand with one hand and held his breath.

A cold glint flashed in Shen Shuchou's eyes; his gaze was as sharp as a cold star.

Without the slightest hesitation, his figure vanished from the spot in an instant, like a ghost.

A dazzling blade of light left its mark in the air, streaking away like lightning, carrying an unwavering momentum.

To the others, all they saw was Shen Shuchou's figure vanish in an instant, leaving only a flash of cold, piercing blade light.

But this strike was too slow in Wen Muxuan's eyes; she simply tilted her body slightly and dodged it.

"The momentum is good, but it's just too slow."

Wen Muxuan smiled slightly.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Wen Muxuan felt a flash of cold light before her eyes, followed by a crisp sound of something cutting through the air.

Shen Shuchou's Tingchunyu sword slashed down at an incredibly tricky angle, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, carrying a fierce aura, like a ferocious beast pouncing forward.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and everything around became exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of the wind generated by the long sword as it was slashed echoing in the air.

Wen Muxuan's beautiful eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she easily dodged the attack. She parted her red lips and said, "There's one last move."

Having his attacks dodged twice, Shen Shuchou's expression turned somewhat grim. Although he knew there was a gap between him and Wen Muxuan, he hadn't expected that his all-out attack wouldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

We still have one last move; we absolutely cannot launch another attack blindly.

Shen Shuchou looked at the snow on the ground and suddenly had an idea.

Suddenly, Shen Shuchou unleashed a burst of power with his blade, sweeping it towards the snow on the ground.

In an instant, a flurry of white snow swept across the field, creating an invisible barrier between the two.

Wen Muxuan frowned slightly, but didn't care. In her mind, it was a pipe dream for an ordinary person to want to meet her.

The next moment, a sharp blade flashed out from the swirling snow, tearing apart the tranquility. Then, Shen Shuchou's figure emerged from the snow like a ghost.

His movements were as swift as the wind, as if he had become one with the flying snow; at that moment, the wind and snow were like his own embodiment.

Snowflakes danced around him, intertwining with his figure to create a dreamlike scene.

The moment Wen Muxuan saw the figure dart out, she dodged to the side.

Just as he was about to speak, thinking victory was assured, a strong sense of danger suddenly arose around him.

A sharp blade flashing with a cold light slashed past her eyes. Wen Muxuan was shocked and instinctively kicked the figure.

boom!

Shen Shuchou's figure was like a kite with a broken string, kicked dozens of meters away by this powerful kick.

puff!

Shen Shuchou spat out a mouthful of blood, like a blood-red plum blossom dotting the white snow.

At that moment, he felt as if all the bones in his body were shattered, and intense pain swept over every part of him.

"elder brother..."

"Brother Shen..."

Two petite figures ran quickly toward them from a short distance away.

"Brother... Waaah..."

Pei Rou immediately threw herself at Shen Shuchou's side. Looking at the blood on the ground, tears instantly blurred her vision.

Wen Yanyu felt a sharp pang in her heart. The usually mischievous girl was now at a loss, and tears streamed down her face.

Shen Shuchou forced himself to look at Wen Muxuan not far away, and slightly opened his palm.

When Wen Muxuan saw what was in his palm, her pretty face instantly turned extremely ugly.

It turned out to be a strand of her hair, and Shen Shuchou had forcibly cut off a section of her hair.

At this moment, Wen Muxuan was filled with lingering fear. If his knife had deviated even slightly, it probably wouldn't have been her hair that fell off, but her head.

She, Wen Muxuan, a dignified cultivator, was actually defeated by a mortal. If he hadn't shown mercy, she would have been dead.

Unbeknownst to me, I had just taken a trip to the gates of hell.

"Sister, please save Brother Shen!"

Just then, Wen Yanyu's cries came, pulling her back from her dazed state.

Seeing this, Wen Muxuan quickly came to the seriously injured Shen Shuchou and gathered her true energy in her hands to inject it into his body.

"I won..."

Shen Shuchou said, his face deathly pale.