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

Within the Qing Shangzong sect.

Luo Shisan sat steadily in the center of the hall, her eyes closed, like a sleeping fairy.

Four black lotuses swirled around her, like demonic flowers in the dark night, exuding a chilling aura.

Luo Shisan's crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowed tightly, her delicate face filled with struggle, as if she were fighting against an invisible force.

In that chaotic world of consciousness, Luo Shisan was surrounded by a surging black tide that seemed to be swallowing her whole.

"How can you be so ugly?"

"I've made up my mind, I'm going to make him my younger brother."

"elder sister......"

"younger brother......"

In that endless darkness, countless sounds, like a surging tide, continuously entered Luo Shisan's ears.

There were the clear, melodious laughter of young girls, like the sound of silver bells, and the innocent, childlike babbling of toddlers.

These sounds intertwined and merged, permeating each other like a strange and mysterious melody, echoing softly in this dark world.

Hearing these sounds, a happy smile involuntarily appeared on Luo Shisan's face.

That smile was like a beautiful flower blooming in spring, radiant and charming, as if the whole world became brighter and warmer because of it.

However, these originally beautiful sounds gradually changed.

"You are not my sister, and I am not worthy to be your brother."

"So what! They're not related by blood."

"Once you're my brother, Luo Shisan, then you'll always be my brother, Luo Shisan. You're not going anywhere!"

"Luo Shisan! Kill me!"

Those initially beautiful sounds instantly turned into something as cold as frost in the dead of winter.

The chilling words were like sharp, gleaming knives, viciously stabbing straight at Luo Shisan.

Luo Shisan's face was as if it had been suddenly swept away by a gust of wind, instantly falling from the peak of happiness into the abyss of pain, becoming distorted and miserable.

The black lotus surrounding her was like a small boat caught in a raging storm, violently rocking and swaying, seemingly infected by the surging pain and endless struggle within her heart.

Finally, those once sweet words and now chilling phrases, like two winding streams, slowly intertwined and merged, eventually converging into that final sentence.

"Sister...don't be afraid...this parting may be the last time we meet..."

"No!"

"I don't want a younger brother!"

Luo Shisan seemed to be struck by lightning, and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with panic and deep confusion.

A fifth black lotus unexpectedly sprouted from among the original four black lotuses around her.

In an instant, a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly filling the entire spacious hall.

At that moment, Luo Shisan's cultivation level also successfully advanced to the late stage of the Integration Realm, only half a step away from the Void Realm.

However, there was not a trace of the joy that should have been present on Luo Shisan's face when his cultivation and techniques broke through.

She gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with her fingers, only to find that they were already soaked with tears.

Crystalline tears silently rolled down from the corners of her eyes and slowly flowed to her lips.

The taste was bittersweet and heartbreaking.

"Little brother, who are you?"

"When did I have a younger brother?"

Luo Shisan lowered his eyes and murmured to himself. His voice was as weak as silk and filled with endless helplessness and deep confusion.

"You have successfully broken through to the fifth Black Lotus."

At this moment, Gu Yaohua was drawn to this powerful aura.

Looking at Luo Shisan, who was surrounded by five black lotuses, a gratified smile appeared on her face.

"aunt!"

Luo Shisan slightly raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that had not yet dried. Then, with his head bowed, he spoke with utmost respect.

"Not bad! Not bad! Your cultivation has also broken through; you haven't disappointed me."

Gu Yaohua said with admiration.

However, upon hearing Gu Yaohua's praise, Luo Shisan found it impossible to feel even a trace of joy.

"Auntie! Do you know who my brother is?"

Luo Shisan mustered up immense courage, raised his eyes, and asked.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yaohua's face immediately darkened.

"Who told you you have a younger brother?"

Gu Yaohua said in an icy voice.

"No one told me, but my heart tells me that I seem to have a younger brother."

Luo Shisan's voice trembled slightly, like a leaf falling in the wind, slowly revealing the indescribable and ineffable feelings deep in his heart.

"In your entire life, you have had no relatives except for me. If you think that way, it means your heart is not cold enough."

Gu Yaohua spoke with a firm tone that left no room for argument or doubt.

Luo Shisan kept his head down, his lips pressed tightly together, and remained silent.

But deep in their hearts, unnoticed by anyone, a desire to refute quietly sprouted like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil.

"Raise your head! Look at me."

Gu Yaohua's icy voice suddenly rang out, like a howling, biting wind in the dead of winter, piercing straight into Luo Shisan's eardrums.

Listen to this!

Luo Shisan slowly and laboriously raised his lowered gaze, meeting Gu Yaohua's icy, bone-chilling eyes, which seemed to remain frozen for a thousand years.

In that instant, a faint light flashed and disappeared in their sight.

"You, Luo Shisan, have never had a younger brother in your life, do you understand?"

Gu Yaohua spoke slowly and deliberately, her tone as cold as frost, each word seemingly carrying a sharp icicle.

Luo Shisan's face was as calm as a still lake as he slowly said, "Shisan understands."

"Since that's the case, then let's go and kill that person outside the sect."

Gu Yaohua continued to give orders coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"Thirteen understands."

Luo Shisan answered without hesitation, turned around decisively, and quickly left with a resolute figure.

Watching Luo Shisan's departing figure, Gu Yaohua's eyes grew even colder.

As Luo Shisan's figure slowly approached the sect's gate, a woman rushed forward like a moth to a flame, disregarding everything. This person was none other than Qing Yu, who had gone through many hardships to find him.

Qingyu's face was filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion, completely unaware of Luo Shisan's expression, which was already shrouded in a strong killing intent, and the subtle movement of his waist as if he was about to draw his sword.

"Miss......"

Pfft!

As soon as Qingyu finished speaking, her pupils dilated sharply, her eyes filled with disbelief as she stared intently at Luo Shisan's face, which seemed to be wearing a cold mask. Then, her gaze slowly moved to her own chest.

There, it was mercilessly pierced through by an incomparably sharp longsword that gleamed with a cold light.

"Miss...why...am I Qingyu...?"

Qingyu's voice trembled like a withered leaf in the wind as she spoke, extremely weakly.

But Luo Shisan's expression remained unchanged, as indifferent as a stone statue.

With a sudden jerk of her arm, Qingyu's body collapsed to the ground, as limp as a withered, broken flower.

The vibrant blood flowed like a burst dam, gushing down the horrifying sword wound on his chest and spreading across the ground, resembling a poignant painting.

"Miss...don't you recognize Qingyu?"

Even after collapsing to the ground, Qingyu still managed to speak with difficulty, her voice filled with disbelief and sorrow.

Luo Shisan's expression remained unchanged; he simply said coldly, "I don't know you."

Luo Shisan searched his memories carefully, but he couldn't find any trace of Qingyu.

These words were spoken.

Qingyu's already deathly pale face became even more ashen, as if she had instantly lost all her vitality.

She was filled with confusion and bewilderment, unable to understand why things had turned out this way.

Shen Shuchou is no longer the same Shen Shuchou, and even Luo Shisan seems to be different now.

Qingyu racked her brains, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out the mystery.

What earth-shattering event happened between these two siblings that caused such a huge change in them?

"Miss, you don't recognize Qingyu? What about Shen Shuchou? He's your brother, don't you recognize him either? Don't you recognize Aunt Leng Chaozhi?"

Qingyu uttered two names in succession, attempting to awaken Luo Shisan's dormant memories.

"Shen Shuchou...younger brother..."

Luo Shisan's expression suddenly froze, his brows furrowed tightly, and he murmured softly.

"You personally picked up Shen Shuchou, Miss, have you forgotten that too?"

Qingyu keenly and clearly noticed the subtle changes in Luo Shisan's expression, and continued to call out urgently, her voice filled with anticipation and hope.

At this moment, a bold guess popped into her mind: Luo Shisan's transformation was likely due to being secretly manipulated by someone, which was why he had forgotten them all.

"younger brother..."

"Where...?"

Luo Shisan's speech quickened, and he kept muttering to himself, his body trembling slightly, like a fallen leaf shrinking in a gale.

His face showed a pained and conflicted expression, his features seemed to be twisted in pain, as if he was struggling against some invisible force.

"Luo Shisan! Why haven't you made a move yet? Don't disappoint me."

now!

Gu Yaohua's figure, like a haunting ghost that cannot be driven away or dispelled, suddenly reappeared.

"aunt..."

Upon seeing the person approaching, Luo Shisan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Kill her! She's nothing but a demon in your heart on the path to heaven! Slay her and forge the Lotus of the Great Dao."

Gu Yaohua's voice was as cold and sharp as an ice blade as she ruthlessly rebuked him.

Qingyu stared at the aloof Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared, and then heard Luo Shisan's trembling voice calling out "Auntie".

In an instant, her mind became as clear as a mirror, and she understood immediately.

The reason why Luo Shisan has become the way he is today must be inextricably linked to this person.

"Miss, you must not believe this person's nonsense! You are Luo Shisan, you cannot be manipulated by others! Wake up quickly, Miss!"

Ignoring the rapidly fading life force, Qingyu mustered all his strength and roared hoarsely.

"Kill her."

"kill!"

"kill!"

......

Countless "kill" words, like vicious and vengeful ghosts, frantically pounced into Luo Shisan's ears.

Her body trembled violently, and in the next instant, Luo Shisan roared to the sky, "Kill!"

In an instant, Luo Shisan thrust out his sword with fierce force, the sword's momentum like a rainbow, without the slightest hesitation.

This ruthless and merciless sword strike pierced straight into Qingyu's heart in an instant.

Qingyu's body shuddered violently, and his already extremely weak life force was almost completely extinguished by this sword strike.

Her once bright and shining eyes gradually turned dull and lifeless, and blood gushed from the corner of Qingyu's mouth, but she still forced out a miserable smile.

"Miss, I am Qingyu, your guard. You also have Aunt Leng, and that brat Shen Shuchou. Miss, please never forget that you are Luo Shisan, the one and only Luo Shisan in this world..."

After Qingyu finished speaking with great difficulty, she could no longer hold on.

The power carried by the blade instantly shredded his fragile heart.

The wind whistles as the sword is drawn from the body.

Blood stained the earth, leaving crimson marks.

The call to its spirit was filled with sorrow.

Never forget your original aspirations.

As Qingyu's delicate body slowly collapsed, it was as if a tiny pebble had gently fallen into Luo Shisan's heart, causing a barely perceptible ripple.

......

......

In the vast, frigid northern region of the cultivation world, there is a mysterious valley known as the Dragon's Forbidden Abyss.

This place is not, as its name suggests, a forbidden area for dragons.

On the contrary, this is a sacred place that all dragon cultivators and even the entire demon race dream of and yearn for.

This place holds immense opportunities, and some even claim that at the bottom of this unfathomable valley lies the head of a dragon that has endured the test of time for thousands of years.

At this time, this mysterious place has become a gathering place for a large number of demons of different bloodlines.

However, none of them dared to venture into the abyss; most lingered above it.

The deeper one goes, the stronger and more intense the sense of oppression and bone-chilling cold from underground becomes.

Even with their strong and resilient bodies, they dared not venture forward rashly.

"Hey! What kind of demon are you? Why have you come here in human form?"

At that moment, a demon beast known as the Xuanjia Jinshi turned its gaze to a young man who was slowly approaching from not far away.

Upon hearing this!

The gazes of the many demonic beasts instantly became like sharp arrows, locking onto the cultivator dressed in black robes.

Many of those gazes contained deep malice, as if they wanted to pierce through him.

The young man in black paid no attention to the hostile gazes of the demons. Suddenly, a wisp of demonic energy surged from his body and blew out like the wind.

The moment that demonic aura rippled outwards like waves, the expressions of the demonic beasts changed slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

"They are dragons."

Someone suddenly lowered their voice and said this.

"You are a demon from the Purple Feather Dragon Palace."

The black-armored golden lion narrowed its eyes slightly.

P.S.: It's almost over, only two or three chapters left. If possible, I'll post them all tomorrow.