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

After leaving the prison cell, Qin Hongyi went to a secluded room inside the main hall of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The room was decorated with many plaques bearing people's names, with incense and candles burning below them. This was the place where Qin Hongyi held a family memorial service.

Qin Hongyi slowly knelt on the ground, her eyes scanning the names around her, her voice choked with emotion, and said, "Father, Mother, once I find out the truth, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

The matter Qin Hongyi wants to investigate is the case of the massacre of a family fifty years ago.

Since Qin Hongyi abolished Shen Shuchou's cultivation and imprisoned him, torturing him day and night, her pent-up hatred was released, and she also discovered a suspicious point.

Why has Shen Shuchou never had any feelings for her in the past fifty years? Why has he been so good to her without asking for anything in return? Is it because of guilt?

Sometimes Qin Hongyi would ask herself, "Is he really the murderer?"

For fifty years, he has taken meticulous care of her, treating her like a precious gem. Could such a person be a murderer?

All the good memories of the past flooded her mind at this moment, and the tide of recollections overwhelmed her.

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Time seemed to rewind to that nightmarish afternoon.

In the northernmost region of the Xuanming Continent, there is a place surrounded by mountains on all sides.

At the foot of the mountain lies a small town called Pingning.

Although the Qin family was not large, they were considered a prominent family in a small town.

That year, Qin Hongyi was just a naive six-year-old girl, the youngest in her family and the most beloved princess.

At noon, the sun was blazing hot. Normally, after lunch, the family would gather together to chat about everyday things.

But what should have been a day of laughter and joy turned out to be quite unusual.

The noisy chatter of adults was gone, replaced by a pungent smell of blood.

The entire Qin family compound was shrouded in a bloody mist, with blood everywhere and corpses piled up in the courtyard.

The June heat seemed unable to melt away the chilling, hellish atmosphere inside the courtyard.

A small head with pigtails peeked out from the main room.

The delicate, beautiful face was stunned by what she saw.

She saw corpses all over the ground; her father, mother, older brother, older sister, and uncles were all lying on the ground covered in blood.

Qin Hongyi crawled over using both her hands and feet, her delicate little hands shaking her parents' bodies incessantly.

Trying to wake them up, six-year-old Qin Hongyi didn't quite understand why her parents were lying on the ground ignoring her.

Her older brothers and sisters, who usually liked to tease her, and her uncles, who liked to take her out to play, all lay on the ground ignoring her.

She cried and shook herself, and after what seemed like an eternity, her little hands went numb and her eyes turned red from crying.

Just then, a shadow fell over her small body.

Qin Hongyi looked up with her flushed face and saw a young man dressed in white standing in front of her.

His long, straight, snow-white hair, his sharply angled eyebrows, and his slender, piercing black eyes were now looking at the small Qin Hongyi in front of him with heartache.

Qin Hongyi stopped crying and stared blankly at the man in front of her.

She had never seen such a beautiful person before, with an extraordinary and elegant demeanor that made people feel refreshed at first glance.

"Don't cry, come with me."

This was the first thing the man said to her.

He didn't mind the mud and blood on Qin Hongyi's body and held her in his arms.

At that moment, Qin Hongyi had never felt so peaceful and drowsy in someone's arms.

This was Qin Hongyi's first meeting with Shen Shuchou, and after that meeting, she stayed by his side for fifty years.

As Qin Hongyi grew up, she learned more and more, and was no longer the ignorant little girl from the small mountain town.

After being taken away from the Qin family's courtyard filled with corpses, Qin Hongyi concluded that Shen Shuchou was the one who killed her entire family.

During this time, Shen Shuchou never offered her any explanation, and even tried to prevent her from finding out the reason, which made Qin Hongyi hold a grudge.

When Qin Hongyi was twelve years old, Shen Shuchou began to teach her how to cultivate immortality.

Qin Hongyi finally got an opportunity, a chance to begin her revenge against her enemy.

Qin Hongyi was very studious, spending most of her time cultivating and never hanging out with people her own age.

She has great talent; in just one year, she went from a novice cultivator to the Foundation Establishment stage.

In the days that followed, Qin Hong continued to cultivate diligently under Shen Shuchou's tutelage.

She would bury the seeds of hatred deep within her heart, waiting for them to sprout and grow into a towering tree, so that she could use what he had taught her to kill Shen Shuchou.

Time flies like an arrow; fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Qin Hongyi has defeated all sorts of geniuses, becoming an invincible nightmare for everyone.

He eventually became the only Emperor-level expert on the Xuanming Continent.

She can finally unleash the sword of hatred she has hidden for fifty years on the person who taught her, loved her, and cherished her.

Qin Hongyi could have simply killed Shen Shuchou, but she felt she couldn't let him off so easily.

So they imprisoned him and tortured him day and night until he was covered in wounds.

But once the hatred in her heart was released, what gradually emerged was the love that had been suppressed for so long. In the past few days, Qin Hongyi often asked herself, "Do I hate him or do I love him?"

This is why Qin Hongyi always wanted to hear those three words from Shen Shuchou's mouth but never killed him directly.

In fifty years, even a cold stone could melt, let alone her.

Previously, hatred clouded my mind and clouded my thinking, but now that I've thought about it carefully, there are many doubts.

As her cultivation level increased, Qin Hongyi also realized that she actually had the Extreme Yin Spirit Demon Physique. This physique could be cultivated from childhood, and when the time was right, her strength could be greatly increased through dual cultivation, allowing her to break through from the Mahayana realm to the Emperor realm.

Over the years, Shen Shuchou never laid a finger on her, until she grew into the world's first Great Emperor Realm expert.

The cultivation techniques that Shen Shuchou taught her never included any demonic cultivation methods.

The demonic arts she now possesses were all learned by herself without Shen Shuchou's knowledge.

Could it really not be him? Qin Hongyi clutched her chest, feeling a sharp pain and a tightness in her chest.

Her beautiful eyes were unknowingly filled with tears. Qin Hongyi had already sent her men to investigate the matter, and the truth would be revealed soon.

The third day arrived quickly. Yesterday, Qin Hongyi, contrary to her usual behavior, did not torment Shen Shuchou.

Having discovered the suspicious points, Qin Hongyi suddenly felt a little afraid to face Shen Shuchou.

Shen Shuchou in the dungeon looked the same as before, but he only had a few hours left before he could return.

Name: Shen Shuchou.

Cultivation level: Mortal

World: Ninth Generation, Xuanming Continent.

Female lead: Qin Hongyi.

Note: Since the host is not yet dead, the stay time after the mission is completed cannot exceed two months. It is now the fifth nine days. The host will die on his own in three hours and can return to the original world.

Is it finally coming to an end? Shen Shuchou felt a mix of emotions, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

Having gone through nine lifetimes, he is about to return to his own world.

All that happened in these nine lifetimes was not a dream, and Shen Shuchou couldn't remember exactly how many years had passed.

But it seems none of that matters anymore; whether it's a dream or not, it will eventually vanish into nothingness.