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

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The vast sky has also reached the coldest month of winter, the first month of the lunar calendar.

The icy wind howled fiercely, raging through the air like sharp blades.

The ground beneath our feet was covered with layers of thick snow, raising the road surface considerably.

The frozen corpses of countless refugees lay scattered along the roadside, and within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, these corpses would once again be covered by heavy snow.

The icy chill mercilessly reaped the lives of these refugees, and none of them managed to survive.

In such terrible weather, the world seemed to be divided into two extremes.

On one side is a warm and comfortable room where someone can lie comfortably in bed, embracing their concubine and enjoying moments of laughter and joy.

Meanwhile, some people could only hide in dilapidated corners, waiting for death to come.

This may be the injustice of fate, or it may be the rule of chaotic times.

Clang!

A sharp whistle suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

That was the sound of swords clashing, echoing through the clouds.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, two figures intertwined.

Their movements were swift and agile, as if they had blended into the falling snow.

One of the figures was dressed in a black robe, his posture upright like a pine tree in the snow.

Shen Shuchou's expression was solemn, and the Tingchunyu sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

Snowflakes were stirred up and scattered by the terrifying force of the blade, while a pair of cold eyes locked onto the white-clad figure opposite.

Compared to Shen Shuchou's solemn expression, Wen Muxuan appeared extremely relaxed, her long sword in hand pure white.

Her alluring figure danced like a silver butterfly in the wind and snow, effortlessly parrying Shen Shuchou's powerful and sweeping sword strikes.

"Hey! Little brother, are you even capable? Your knife is so slow, how are you going to make a living out of this world?"

Wen Muxuan didn't forget to mock Shen Shuchou.

"I'm not playing anymore."

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou immediately sheathed his sword.

Wen Muxuan: "..."

"Hey! How can you do this?"

Wen Muxuan approached Shen Shuchou and said.

Shen Shuchou ignored her and sat upright in the snow.

Upon seeing this, Wen Muxuan turned her pretty face away and then sat down next to Shen Shuchou.

But at that moment, a hand suddenly grabbed Wen Muxuan's hand.

"I won."

Shen Shuchou smiled slightly.

Wen Muxuan was slightly taken aback. When she saw the hand that had been grabbed, her pretty face flushed slightly. She quickly broke free and turned her head away, saying, "You...you're cheating."

"Do the rules say that cheating is not allowed?"

Shen Shuchou didn't seem to care at all.

"Then...you can't hold my hand either."

Wen Muxuan didn't know what to say for a moment, and said in a soft voice.

"You're so much older than me, it won't hurt you to grab me."

Shen Shuchou looked at her speechlessly.

Ever since he narrowly escaped defeat at Wen Muxuan's hands last time, Wen Muxuan has sought him out for sparring every single day.

Shen Shuchou initially refused, but he couldn't resist the fact that the other party was offering too much.

Both the ingredients and the clothes he and Pei Rou wore were made by Wen Muxuan.

After spending a month together, the two became friends.

Shen Shuchou also knew her somewhat. Just as Wen Yanyu said, Wen Muxuan did have a bad temper, but she was a very good person inside.

After spending time together, Shen Shuchou also learned Wen Muxuan's age. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, but in fact she was already twenty-two, a full eleven years older than Shen Shuchou.

Meanwhile, Wen Muxuan was secretly glancing at Shen Shuchou out of the corner of her eye. She had to admit that Shen Shuchou was really handsome, with fair and tender skin and angular features as if carved by a knife.

But the only different feeling Shen Shuchou gave Wen Muxuan was that she always felt that the soul of this eleven-year-old boy was like that of a thousand-year-old monster.

His words and actions are inconsistent with his age.

But his recent act of cheating was inappropriate for his age, and for a moment Wen Muxuan really couldn't see through Shen Shuchou.

Wen Muxuan always unconsciously regarded Shen Shuchou as a peer, which is why she acted subconsciously just now.

Upon hearing Shen Shuchou's reply, she remembered that Shen Shuchou was just an eleven-year-old kid.

Thinking of this, Wen Muxuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

In this pristine white snowfield, the two sat quietly side by side, without uttering a single word to each other.

Their figures appeared so small amidst the swirling snow, as if they might be swallowed up at any moment.

It wasn't that Shen Shuchou wanted to sit here like a fool, but Wen Muxuan always made him do it.

If it weren't for her promise, Shen Shuchou wouldn't have bothered with her.

"Shen Shuchou".

Amidst the falling snow, Wen Muxuan's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Shen Shuchou tilted his head to look and saw that Wen Muxuan looked very serious, as if she had something important to say.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Shuchou responded softly.

"Do you want to cultivate yourself?"

Wen Muxuan's gaze remained fixed on Shen Shuchou's profile, as white snowflakes fell on his shoulder.

Shen Shuchou's expression was strange, wondering why she suddenly brought this up, but he didn't reply.

"I've seen you. Your aptitude is quite good. I have two purposes for leaving the sect this time. The first is to overcome the bottleneck that has been blocking me for a long time. The second is to bring Yan Yu back to the Hidden Moon Sword Sect."

"I have made another decision on short notice. Are you willing to come back to the Hidden Moon Sword Sect with me? You have excellent aptitude. In ten years, your name will surely be known in the cultivation world. Moreover, I have noticed that little girl Yan Yu is interested in you. When you come of age and she has reached adulthood, I will arrange for you two to get married on behalf of my parents. How about that?"

A glimmer of hope flickered in Wen Muxuan's beautiful eyes.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou smiled slightly, then shook his head and refused, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, but I do not intend to cultivate."

Upon hearing this, Wen Muxuan's eyes visibly dimmed.

"You're wasting your talent."

Wen Muxuan continued.

"My aptitude doesn't matter to me. I don't plan to cultivate. What good is the best aptitude?"

Shen Shuchou said calmly.

"Is your reason for not cultivating for the sake of Pei Rou?"

Wen Muxuan seemed to know what Shen Shuchou was thinking.

Shen Shuchou said calmly, "What difference does it make whether it is or isn't?"

"But she's not your biological sister. Is she worth wasting all your talent on?"

Wen Muxuan gritted her teeth, her pretty face showing a look of disappointment and frustration.

"To me, she's like my own sister."

Shen Shuchou thought of the undisguised tenderness on Pei Rou's face, and at that moment, as if sensing something, he turned around to look.

But then, in front of a small shed not far away, a little head was peeking in their direction.

When Pei Rou saw Shen Shuchou looking over, she quickly waved her hand and shouted, "Brother, come back quickly!"

After spending a month with Pei Rou, the little girl is becoming more and more attached to Shen Shuchou, and they are already very familiar with each other.

She would hug him if she couldn't see him for even a short while, because Shen Shuchou couldn't leave her sight for even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

This made Shen Shuchou suddenly see the shadow of the little Jiang Qianqiu in Pei Rou.

But he is somewhat different from Jiang Qianqiu. Although Jiang Qianqiu is also very obedient, he can be a little mischievous at times and play pranks on Shen Shuchou.

But Pei Rou was different. She obeyed Shen Shuchou's every word and did whatever he said without ever showing any dissatisfaction.

Seeing the little girl's anxious look not far away, Shen Shuchou smiled slightly and immediately left without saying anything more to Wen Muxuan.

But just as Shen Shuchou was about to leave, Wen Muxuan's next words made him freeze.

"What if she dies?"

Wen Muxuan stared at Shen Shuchou's back and said softly.

The next moment, Shen Shuchou did not make any move, and it was unclear whether it was Wen Muxuan's imagination.

She suddenly felt a threat of death emanating from Shen Shuchou, a feeling that made her uneasy and somewhat unreal.

Before she could think further, Shen Shuchou's words gradually faded away.

"Wen Muxuan, I consider you a friend, but please don't cross my line, or you will definitely die."

Shen Shuchou's words revealed no emotion, only a chilling coldness that pierced to the bone, seemingly even colder than the coldest month of January.

You misunderstood me.

Wen Muxuan paused for a moment and then spoke softly.

She had just had an idea to kill Pei Rou silently, which would be extremely easy for a cultivator like her.

But upon hearing Shen Shuchou's words, Wen Muxuan retracted that thought.

Just like Shen Shuchou's words about friends, Wen Muxuan didn't want Shen Shuchou to lose an important person, but she also didn't want Shen Shuchou to die one day like these refugees, wasting his good talent.

"Look at these frozen bones in the snow. Do they ever think about when they will die? Do you think you can safely walk through this world with Pei Rou?"

"Can you guarantee that you can truly protect Pei Rou for life? In this world, the fate of ordinary people is only death, and the fate of refugees is as fleeting as a snowflake."

"I'll be returning to my sect in two months. I'll be going into seclusion for the next period and won't be able to see you for a while. You can think about it during these two months. I'll definitely take you with me when you've made up your mind."

"Each of us should have our own destiny, so why force ourselves onto a path of no return?"

Wen Muxuan pursed her lips and said a lot at once. In short, she still wanted to persuade Shen Shuchou.

In this world, it's hard enough for ordinary people to survive, let alone refugees.

"You're right, we each have our own destiny."

Shen Shuchou replied softly.

"You've agreed to my request."

Upon hearing this, Wen Muxuan's face lit up with joy, and even her words revealed an undisguised delight.

"No!"

"What I mean is, protecting Pei Rou is the most important destiny of my life."

Shen Shuchou chuckled softly as he watched the snowflakes falling before him.

"Shen Shuchou, face reality! Even without your cultivation, you can't beat me, so what makes you think you can protect her?"

Wen Muxuan's expression changed again. She stood up abruptly and questioned loudly.

Clang!

The next moment, a clear, sharp sound of a blade rang out amidst the wind and snow, even stirring up the surrounding snowflakes.

"With the knife in my hand, that's enough."

Shen Shuchou exuded confidence as he spoke, as if he were the sharpest blade in the world.

Shen Shuchou then stopped talking to Wen Muxuan, and his tall figure gradually disappeared from Wen Muxuan's sight under the cover of the wind and snow.

A deep sense of disappointment welled up in Wen Muxuan's heart towards Shen Shuchou.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the direction he left in, as the snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually engulfing her graceful figure.