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

"No, if brother won't leave, then Pei Rou won't leave either."

Pei Rou's face was full of determination; she didn't want to go anywhere without her brother.

The scene just now, involving Wen Muxuan and her sister, was like a pebble thrown into Pei Rou's calm heart lake, stirring up ripples and deeply touching her heartstrings.

Pei Rou's eyes revealed a deep unease; she knew clearly that she absolutely did not want to become like that.

She couldn't imagine the pain and tearing sensation of losing her brother; it was an unbearable weight in her life.

Three years have passed in a flash, but Shen Shuchou remains deeply etched in Pei Rou's heart.

Every morning's shared smile and every night's embrace became indelible memories in her heart.

Those times of relying on each other for survival may only be a fleeting moment in the long river of time, but for Pei Rou, it felt like a lifetime.

Shen Shuchou's every word, action, and smile was deeply imprinted in her heart, becoming the most precious treasure in her life.

Shen Shuchou gave a bitter smile. The situation was no longer one where they could simply leave as they pleased.

Now, the only thing I can rely on is this Listening to Spring Rain sword in my hand. Even if Pei Rou isn't by my side after I die, Listening to Spring Rain will automatically go to find her.

"Why haven't you made a move yet?"

Li Jianxin frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.

The people behind her were unable to move under her pressure, but Ye Xie remained in place and did not make a move.

Little did she know, Ye Xie's expression was unusually grim at that moment. It wasn't that she didn't want to take action, but Shen Shuchou's actions made it difficult for her to move.

Once she makes a move, Shen Shuchou will not hesitate to unleash the power of the demonic blade.

At that time, Li Jianxin will surely discover that once this happens, it will be even more difficult for her to obtain that demonic blade.

"waste."

Li Jianxin caught a glimpse of Ye Xie's unpleasant expression and felt a surge of displeasure. She muttered a curse under her breath, then turned to look at Shen Shuchou, ready to make her move.

Seeing this, Shen Shuchou couldn't care less about anything else and immediately pushed Pei Rou toward Li Qingyue.

He faced Li Jianxin alone, his eyes showing no fear.

"No, let me go, I want to be with my brother."

Pei Rou twisted and turned desperately beside Li Qingyue, trying to break free from her restraints.

Her eyes were fixed on Shen Shuchou's every move, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

The tears seemed to be an outpouring of her inner pain, dripping onto the ground and forming sad teardrops.

Her expression was filled with despair and helplessness, as if she were lamenting the injustice of fate.

But no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from Li Qingyue's grasp.

Although Li Qingyue didn't know what Shen Shuchou's next move would be, she still agreed to his request.

"Oh?"

Seeing Shen Shuchou's fearless actions, Li Jianxin became interested in this mortal for the first time.

At this moment, she also wanted to know how this mortal possessed the scene she saw in her mind-proving state.

Shen Shuchou turned to look at Pei Rou, who was crying her eyes out, a hint of tenderness in his eyes. Finally, he looked at Li Qingyue and said softly, "Thank you for your help, senior."

Li Qingyue pursed her lips, feeling that the young boy's back seemed unusually tall despite his young age.

Shen Shuchou lowered his eyes and gently stroked Ting Chunyu, then flicked the blade and said, "Time to get to work."

Clang!

In that instant, the world seemed to be torn apart by a mysterious and terrifying force.

Instantly, a deafening sword cry rang out like thunder, echoing throughout the entire space.

The voice seemed to come from the Blood Prison, responding to his call.

As the sound of the sword rang out, the surrounding air began to tremble violently.

A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up dust that filled the sky and forming a huge vortex.

At the center of that vortex, a faint, cold light could be seen flashing.

Li Jianxin's gaze sharpened. At this moment, he saw that Shen Shuchou's aura had become ethereal and elusive, as if a terrifying power was descending.

In the next instant, Shen Shuchou's action completely startled Li Jianxin.

Shen Shuchou's eyes flashed with determination, and the first sword of Tingchunyu in his hand was pointed directly at himself.

With a soft "plop!"

The sword instantly pierced into Shen Shuchou's chest, and his face turned deathly pale.

The ordinary-looking sword blade, however, began to gleam with an eerie red light as it was infused with blood.

At the same time, a terrifying aura rose steadily around Shen Shuchou.

The biggest change was in Shen Shuchou's physical transformation.

His originally jet-black hair turned fiery red in an instant, as if burning with endless rage.

His eyes turned bloodshot, revealing a tyrannical and bloodthirsty aura that sent chills down one's spine.

A powerful demonic aura emanated from him, like an invisible shockwave that shook everything around him.

His skin gradually turned pale, shimmering with eerie magical patterns that contrasted sharply with his red hair.

At this moment, Shen Shuchou seemed no longer to be an ordinary person, but a demon who had walked out of hell.

His presence was filled with destruction and evil, instilling endless fear and oppression in people.

Every movement seemed to carry boundless power, as if it could easily tear the heavens and the earth apart.

"That's interesting."

Li Jianxin was completely interested in Shen Shuchou's appearance, but his eyes were still more focused on Ting Chunyu.

At this moment, she understood why she could never sense the aura of a cultivator from Shen Shuchou.

It turned out that all of this stemmed from that knife, and at that moment, a hint of greed rose in Li Jianxin's heart.

A mere blade could grant a mortal such terrifying power; even in today's cultivation world, Li Jianxin couldn't find any magical artifact that could rival it.

Ye Xie, standing to the side, had a face as black as charcoal. The aura that Shen Shuchou was exuding was even more terrifying than the last time.

What worries Ye Xie the most is Li Jianxin. At this moment, she must have realized that everything originated from that demonic blade.

With my current abilities, even if I used the Blood Nether Pearl, I still wouldn't be able to defeat Li Jianxin.

The only thing to pray for now is that Shen Shuchou and Li Jianxin can fight to a standstill, which would be the most advantageous situation for Ye Xie.

At that time, she will not only obtain the Demon Blade, but also drain Li Jianxin dry.

The blood essence and soul of a peak Tribulation Realm cultivator—how many cities would she have to slaughter to fill that void?

Li Qingyue, standing behind, was completely dumbfounded, staring at the scene in disbelief.

From initial disbelief, to later surprise, and now to utter disbelief.

The red-haired figure stood like a demon lord descended from heaven, radiating a demonic aura that could change the very fabric of the world.

"So this is where your confidence comes from?"

Li Qingyue murmured softly.

At first, she thought that Shen Shuchou couldn't possibly turn the tide with just a knife.

After all, one is Li Jianxin, who stands at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, while the other is an ordinary mortal in the mortal world. The distance between the two is more than 108,000 miles.

But now it seems that although Shen Shuchou cannot truly stand shoulder to shoulder with him, he is at least capable of fighting him.