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

Luo Shisan let out a long, painful howl, a sound like the mournful cry of a cuckoo, sharp and plaintive, filled with endless despair and deep-seated grief.

Each shout seemed to carry a force that could tear the heart and lungs apart, moving and shaking the entire world.

Her tears flowed like a raging torrent, rushing wildly and unrestrainedly down her snow-white cheeks.

The sound of weeping echoed softly outside the empty and desolate hall.

"Why? Why did it turn out like this?"

Luo Shisan looked up at the sky and questioned in a hoarse voice, as broken as an autumn leaf crushed by a raging wind.

She held Shen Shuchou's body tightly as it grew cold and stiff, as if by holding him tightly enough she could preserve his last shred of warmth.

"Little brother, come back. I can't live without you. I was wrong."

Her voice was almost hoarse, yet she continued to shout as if possessed, as if Shen Shuchou would open his bright eyes again at some point if she didn't stop.

Everything around her became blurry in her vision.

Only Shen Shuchou's lifeless, pale face was crystal clear before her eyes, piercing her eyes and her soul.

Luo Shisan's heart, along with Shen Shuchou's departure, seemed to have fallen into a bottomless, boundless abyss of darkness, where no light or hope could be found again.

Blood almost soaked through the hall beneath their feet, gleaming eerily in the cold moonlight, creating a desolate scene, much like Luo Shisan's broken heart, trapped in endless despair.

The blood scattered on the ground seemed like the merciless strokes of fate, painting a horrific scene on this cold earth.

The moonlight shone down, and the blood-red light mingled with the cold light, making the whole scene even more eerie and terrifying.

Luo Shisan stared blankly at all of this, the pain in her heart surging like a tidal wave, almost completely drowning her.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had vanished with Shen Shuchou's departure.

"I want to see her."

Luo Shisan raised his head slowly and with difficulty. His ink-black hair fell freely, concealing a pair of eyes that were bloodshot from tears. In those eyes shone a stubborn determination that bordered on madness.

"Master can only come out tomorrow, Thirteenth Sister. The dead cannot be brought back to life, and besides, wasn't all of this your doing?"

Luo Qingchuan uttered these words with a calm expression.

However, these words did not come from Luo Qingchuan's own heart, but were secretly transmitted to him by Gu Yaohua.

Upon hearing this!

Luo Shisan's expression froze slightly; for a moment, her world seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Shisan threw his head back and let out a long howl: "Hehe...hahaha..."

"Yeah yeah!"

"I killed my brother, I killed my brother..."

Luo Shisan lowered his head again, pressing half of his face tightly against Shen Shuchou's cold face, and muttered to himself.

The voice was so soft, as if it were just a whisper from the deepest part of the heart, carrying endless regret and pain.

Luo Shisan's thoughts drifted back to the past three months, and the endless torment Shen Shuchou had endured at her hands surged into her heart like a tide.

But Shen Shuchou was just an ordinary and fragile mortal, how could he possibly withstand her ruthless and merciless methods?

Luo Shisan was filled with remorse and took full responsibility for Shen Shuchou's death.

"It's all my fault, little brother, it was my fault... It's cold down there, don't be afraid, I'll come and keep you company..."

Luo Shisan's pale, bloodless lips gently and carefully kissed Shen Shuchou's forehead, filled with endless longing and deep guilt.

Then, trembling, she picked up the longsword in her hand, her eyes resolute, without the slightest hesitation, and plunged it straight into her heart.

Luo Qingchuan's face turned pale instantly, fear and panic filling his eyes!

He tried desperately to stop it, but everything happened so fast that it was already too late.

That sharp longsword pierced Luo Shisan's heart without mercy.

"presumptuous!"

At this critical juncture, when life and death were at stake, a moment of extreme urgency.

A deafening shout suddenly rang out.

Luo Shisan's face was as pale as frost in winter, and his hands, gripping the sword, were now only an inch away from his heart.

But at this moment, it seemed as if an invisible force was binding her tightly, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not move forward even an inch.

Bathed in the cool moonlight, Gu Yaohua's figure resembled a celestial being descending to earth, her robes fluttering as she slowly landed before Luo Shisan.

"Luo Shisan! You have disappointed me greatly."

The gentleness that once graced Gu Yaohua's cold face vanished without a trace, replaced by an icy chill like winter frost and an uncontrollable rage.

"A mere mortal is not worthy of your attention. You are standing on the path to heaven, not on matters of love and affection."

Gu Yaohua spoke coldly, her expression indifferent.

"Auntie...Mom...my brother is gone...please, please save him, he's my brother."

Luo Shisan's face was full of pleading, his eyes fixed on Gu Yaohua, filled with helplessness and longing.

"There's no cure. Since that's the case, don't blame me, Thirteen."

Gu Yaohua remained indifferent and ruthless, her face showing no emotion whatsoever.

Immediately, Luo Shisan saw only a gigantic hand descending upon her, a hand that seemed capable of blotting out the sky and exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Immediately afterwards, her consciousness plunged into boundless darkness.

"Take his body down the mountain, chop it up, and feed it to the dogs. Leave it here to defile my temple."

Gu Yaohua glanced at Shen Shuchou's corpse and the bloodstains on the ground, her eyes filled with disgust and loathing.

"yes!"

Luo Qingchuan had no choice but to lower his head and agree, his voice filled with helplessness and obedience.

Gu Yaohua controlled Luo Shisan with her true energy, dragging him slowly deeper into the main hall like a lifeless dead dog.

After Gu Yaohua left, Luo Qingchuan looked at Shen Shuchou's corpse and sighed softly, "Blame it on the fact that you are just a mortal, with a worthless life like an ant."

Just as Luo Qingchuan was about to take away Shen Shuchou's body, a figure quietly emerged from the corner.

"Brother Qingchuan."

Gu Nan emerged from the darkness, her voice soft.

"It's so late, why aren't you resting yet?"

When Luo Qingchuan saw Gu Nan, a doting expression immediately appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"I can't sleep! I might as well let me handle this person."

Gu Nan stuck out her tongue playfully and cutely, then looked at Shen Shuchou and said.

"I'll handle this, so you don't get your hands dirty. Go back now."

Luo Qingchuan shook his head slightly, his tone gentle yet undeniably firm.

Gu Nan was displeased upon hearing this. She shook Luo Qingchuan's arm and said coquettishly, "No! No! If you don't let me handle it, I won't talk to you anymore."

Luo Qingchuan remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Gu Nan.

Gu Nan didn't avoid the gaze, but just stared back at her, her eyes conveying a stubborn attitude that said, "If you don't listen to me, I really won't listen to you."

In the end, Gu Qingchuan gave in. He helplessly rubbed Gu Nan's head and said softly, "Then come back soon."

Gu Nan's face lit up with joy, and she cheerfully replied, "I understand."

Immediately, she enveloped Shen Shuchou's already cold corpse in her hand with her true energy, turned around, and flew down the mountain at high speed.

Watching Gu Nan's departing figure, Luo Qingchuan sighed softly again, the sigh sounding particularly long in the quiet night.

A moment later!

Gu Nan then brought Shen Shuchou's body to a secluded mountain forest.

She gently raised her hand and used her inner energy to dig a large pit, then carefully placed Shen Shuchou's body inside.

She witnessed the entire scene unfold in front of the main hall, and only after hearing her mother's heartless words did she resolutely decide to come out.

She felt that this mortal and Luo Shisan were extremely pitiful, and she felt a deep sense of regret for not being able to have the love she desired.

Gu Nan knew she couldn't help much, but being kind-hearted, she didn't want Shen Shuchou to suffer a tragic end, his body shattered to pieces, after his death.

"Although I don't know you, you are truly pitiful. I hope that in your next life you can stay away from this ruthless world of cultivation."

Gu Nan spoke softly, her voice exceptionally gentle in the quiet mountain forest, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping soul.

Sometimes, Gu Nan envied ordinary people, but that thought was fleeting, like a shooting star.

In this cruel world of cultivation, the lives of mortals are no different from those of ants, and they cannot even control their own lives.

Then, she slowly covered Shen Shuchou with dust before turning and leaving.

At this moment, Shen Shuchou was buried deep under the soil, but in the depths of his heart beneath that flesh and blood, a faint glimmer of light flashed and disappeared.

Hundreds of miles away, a woman in purple robes was rushing toward them, bathed in the cool moonlight.

"fraud!"

"You big liar! You promised you wouldn't lie to the dragon, boohoo..."

Two lines of tears, colder than moonlight, slid slowly down the woman's exquisite face, her cheeks as smooth as mutton-fat jade.