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

Li Jianxin's strength is beyond doubt; his peak Nascent Soul stage with his demonic body might seem terrifying to others.

But in Li Jianxin's hands, it was still like a laughable ant, easily crushed and abused.

This is the terrifying strength of someone at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, easily crushing them without lifting a finger.

Li Jianxin walked up to Wen Muxuan, looking down at her with indifferent eyes.

Wen Muxuan's body gradually grew cold, and the breath of life receded rapidly like a tide.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter a sound, as if strangled by an invisible force.

Those eyes, which had once been bright and clear, now held only endless sorrow and despair.

Two lines of bloody tears flowed slowly down her pale cheeks, like a red stream, dripping onto the ground and forming tragic blood flowers.

His body slumped limply, as if he had lost all support, like a flower about to wither, swaying precariously in the wind.

Even though Wen Muxuan was filled with resentment, she had no strength left to support her shattered heart.

At that moment, a figure on the horizon rushed towards them at top speed.

Wen Yanyu rushed to Qingshui County, where Wen Muxuan was, without stopping after leaving the Hidden Moon Sword Sect.

She dared not pause for a moment, knowing that Ye Xie had already left the Hidden Moon Sword Sect.

Wen Yanyu's small face was full of anxiety, but the next moment...

Her face suddenly turned pale, bloodless, and she clutched her chest tightly with her hands.

His brows were furrowed, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

A piercing pain surged up like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her.

Wen Yanyu's body involuntarily curled up in mid-air, as if being oppressed by an invisible force.

Along with the pain came an ominous premonition. It was like a heavy, dark cloud, quietly looming over her heart.

Wen Yanyu felt an indescribable fear, as if the most important person in her life was gradually drifting away and disappearing into the boundless darkness.

Her eyes revealed despair and helplessness, as if she had lost her way and was at a loss.

"No...no..."

Wen Yanyu's vision suddenly blurred, and when she reached out to wipe it away, she found that she could not stop the tears from streaming down her face.

Wen Yanyu's heart pounded rapidly, and her breathing became rapid, as if she were about to suffocate.

Wen Yanyu tried to calm herself down, but found it was all in vain; the pain and premonition were intertwined.

A moment later, as Wen Yanyu stumbled into Qingshui County, her tearful eyes only caught sight of that familiar figure lying in the deep pit.

Click!

At this moment, Wen Yanyu felt as if something in her heart had shattered.

At that moment, she almost fell down, rushing to Wen Muxuan's side like a madwoman.

"Third...Sister..."

Wen Yanyu's voice trembled as she called out cautiously.

At this moment, Wen Muxuan's consciousness was about to fall into the abyss forever, completely unaware of the sounds from the outside world.

"Third Sister!"

This time, Wen Yanyu shouted it out.

Feeling Wen Muxuan's cold body, Wen Yanyu gently held her in his arms, trying to warm her up with his body heat.

"Third sister, please wake up and look at me. I am Yan Yu, the naughty Yan Yu."

"Third sister, please look at me, please look at me."

"Third sister, don't sleep, don't sleep, don't leave Yanyu alone."

Wen Yanyu's tears of longing kept dripping onto Wen Muxuan's face as she called out urgently.

Seeing that Wen Muxuan did not respond, Wen Yanyu broke down and hugged Wen Muxuan, crying bitterly.

Li Jianxin's expression remained cold, and he paid no attention to Wen Yanyu's sudden appearance.

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that Wen Yanyu's crying had some effect, because Wen Muxuan actually moved her fingers slightly.

In the void of darkness, Wen Muxuan's fading consciousness suddenly solidified.

"You killed my sister."

Wen Yanyu raised her head and looked around.

She saw Ye Xie with a cold smile, she saw Shen Shuchou with eyes full of heartache, she saw Pei Rou who was just like her, and she saw Li Qingyue who remained silent.

At last.

Her gaze lingered on Li Jianxin, whose eyes were indifferent.

"You killed my third sister, didn't you?"

Wen Yanyu's voice was hoarse.

"As a disciple of the Hidden Moon Sword Sect, you should be killed for falling into demonic possession."

Faced with Wen Yanyu's questioning, Li Jianxin coldly replied.

"Heh...Should he be killed?"

Wen Yanyu gave a sad laugh and murmured softly.

"And what about her? My third sister is clearly innocent, but you insist on believing that bitch's words."

The next moment, Wen Yanyu suddenly stood up and pointed at Ye Xie.

This time, Ye Xie surprisingly didn't utter a word in rebuttal, but the mockery in his eyes was clearly visible.

"I only kill those who deserve to die. I'm only sparing you because you're her sister and because of our past relationship."

Li Jianxin's eyes were cold.

These words, falling on gentle ears, are more effective than any coldness in the world.

Wen Yanyu said nothing; silence was the best answer at that moment.

In the midst of this silence, Wen Yanyu's aura subtly changed, transforming into a chilling presence.

Li Jianxin's eyes turned cold. She sensed an unusual aura emanating from Wen Yanyu, which was a sign of demonic possession.

Not only her, but the others also noticed that Wen Yanyu was acting strangely.

Shen Shuchou didn't say anything, but sighed inwardly and casually took the Listening to Spring Rain from Pei Rou's hand.

A moment later, Wen Yanyu was surrounded by dense demonic energy, and Li Jianxin did not choose to stop him from beginning to end.

The next moment, Wen Yanyu suddenly drew a long sword, his eyes filled with a cold and piercing killing intent, staring intently at Li Jianxin and Ye Xie, the master and disciple.

Then, a truly astonishing scene unfolded: Wen Yanyu actually drew her sword at Li Jianxin.

Wen Yanyu was surrounded by wisps of demonic energy, and looked at the indifferent figure in front of her with hatred in her eyes.

Even knowing that she was weak, Wen Yanyu still resolutely chose to unleash this sword strike.

"You have defied your superiors and fallen into demonic possession; you deserve to die."

Li Jianxin seemed to have been waiting for this moment. Her tone was as cold as a prisoner's, and her powerful aura surged outwards.

Like a withered leaf in the wind, Wen Yanyu's delicate body was sent flying by the enormous impact.

As she flew out, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred up, forming a faint vortex.

Her long hair flew wildly, intertwining with the dust in the air, creating a heartbreaking scene.

"You killed my third sister...you killed my third sister..."

Wen Yanyu seemed oblivious to the pain; her eyes had lost their former liveliness, now filled only with hatred.

With that, her petite figure, wielding a sword, was about to slash at Li Jianxin once more.

"Words...don't..."

But at that moment, a weak, mosquito-like voice rang in Wen Yanyu's ear.

Wen Muxuan opened her eyes at some point and, seeing Wen Yanyu's current state and actions, subconsciously stopped him.

She knew all too well the pain of being possessed by a demon, and now she only had her younger sister, Wen Yanyu, left.

She didn't want Wen Yanyu to become like her.

"Third Sister."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wen Yanyu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly bent down.

"I can't hold on any longer."

Wen Muxuan's face was deathly pale, her life force rapidly fading away.

"Third sister, Yanyu doesn't want you to die, Yanyu wants you to live."

Wen Yanyu looked anxious as she stared intently at Wen Muxuan, continuously channeling her inner energy into her body with both hands.

However, despite her best efforts, these efforts still seemed to be in vain.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Despair was evident in Wen Yanyu's eyes. She refused to give up and continued to desperately try various methods, hoping to save Wen Muxuan from her death throes.

Wen Muxuan's body trembled slightly as she stretched out a hand, trying to grab Wen Yanyu.

That hand was weak and trembling, like a petal swaying in the wind, ready to be scattered at any moment.

Wen Yanyu quickly grasped her hand, feeling the coldness of her fingertips, her heart filled with helplessness and pain.

Wen Muxuan gently stroked the tear-streaked face and wiped away her tears, saying, "Yanyu, leave. Don't think about revenge anymore. Third sister only hopes that you can live well and leave the Hidden Moon Sword Sect alive."

At this moment, Wen Muxuan actually advised Wen Yanyu to let go of her hatred. In her opinion, it was already beyond change, and since that was the case, she did not want Wen Yanyu to suffer the same fate as her.

"Waaaaah...no..."

Wen Yanyu was sobbing uncontrollably; at that moment, all she hoped for was that Wen Muxuan would be alright.

"Listen to your sister, leave."

After saying this, Wen Muxuan's expression became resolute, and she suddenly leaned against the sword in Wen Yanyu's hand.

Pfft!

The cold blade pierced through Wen Muxuan's body in an instant, and Wen Yanyu was stunned by the sight.

But that wasn't all. Suddenly, an unimaginable power burst forth from Wen Muxuan's body.

At this moment, the demonic energy emanating from Wen Yanyu's body surged into Wen Muxuan's body through the sword.

Before dying completely, Wen Muxuan wanted to use her own methods to completely absorb the essence of Wen Yanyu's demonic possession.

Upon seeing this scene, Li Jianxin remained expressionless, without the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

"Third Sister, no..."

Wen Yanyu also realized what was happening and panicked, trying to stop it all.

However, Wen Muxuan's power was too great at the moment, and in just an instant, that demonic energy was completely absorbed.

The reason Wen Muxuan was able to absorb this demonic energy and sense a different aura within her body was that she used this to draw all the demonic energy from Wen Yanyu to her.

"This sword is what Third Sister is returning to you."

Wen Muxuan forced a smile onto her face, then clasped her hands together, and a powerful force erupted, sending Wen Yanyu's body flying towards the horizon.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Muxuan stood up, turned her head and first looked at Shen Shuchou behind her, her lips moving silently.

Shen Shuchou understood the lip reading; it contained only three words.

I am sorry.

Wen Muxuan was still apologizing for the sword strike she had delivered last time.