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

The sun shone brightly, its dazzling light pouring down without reservation, as if draping everything in the world in a shimmering golden veil.

The gentle breeze is soft and soothing, like a mother's hand, carrying just the right amount of warmth and comfort as it gently caresses every inch of the land.

The chirping of insects and birds was like a natural symphony, rising and falling, echoing each other.

The crisp birdsong was like a lively high note, melodious and lingering; the low chirping of insects was like a deep bass note, steady and profound.

They intertwine to create a beautiful and moving melody.

The voice, like a soft ribbon, gradually drifted into Yu Shuiwei's ears, slowly waking her from her deep sleep.

Yu Shuiwei slowly opened her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water. Her gaze was initially somewhat confused, but then she began to slowly look around.

When she saw the scene before her, she was surprised to find herself in a slightly old but cozy little house.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, Yu Shuiwei's heart trembled violently, as if struck by a sudden electric current.

A strong sense of familiarity surged in unexpectedly like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping her heart.

In that brief moment, Yu Shuiwei knew with absolute clarity where she was.

Yu Shuiwei stretched out her slender hand and gently touched every item she saw, as if caressing a rare treasure.

Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, "Is this a dream?"

This is none other than her childhood home, which holds countless childhood memories for her.

"Yu Shuiwei, you're being naughty again."

At that moment, a cold, angry shout suddenly rang out from outside the door.

Yu Shuiwei's body instinctively jolted with fright, and her pupils dilated sharply.

That voice belonged to her mother, Yu Linghuan.

Since she went to Xuanqing Sect to cultivate, Yu Linghuan has disappeared as if she had vanished into thin air.

She searched tirelessly countless times, traversing mountains and rivers, but each time she returned disappointed, unable to find even a trace of her mother.

It had been decades since Yu Shuiwei had seen her, yet now she heard Yu Linghuan's voice in this dreamlike state.

Yu Shuiwei no longer had time to think about why she was in such an unbelievably realistic dream. All she wanted to do was get out and see her mother one more time.

Immediately, she transformed into a fragrant breeze and eagerly pushed open the old wooden door.

The sunlight from outside shone on her like a tidal wave.

Her field of vision widened instantly, and her pupils dilated accordingly.

Not far away, a woman with a serene appearance stood quietly.

"Mother!"

Yu Shuiwei couldn't help but shout out, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

Unfortunately, her heartfelt "Mother" was like a silent murmur to Yu Linghuan, failing to stir the slightest ripple in her heart.

"Yu Shuiwei, you're being naughty again while I'm not home!"

Yu Linghuan's cool voice continued to ring out.

Yu Shuiwei followed her cool gaze to another direction.

There, there was a small figure.

The figure in the cute little dress, with her hair in pigtails, was now pursing her lips, looking down with a pitiful expression.

Beside the little guy, there was also the back view of a young man.

Although it was just a glimpse of her back, that glimpse alone was enough to send shockwaves through Yu Shuiwei's heart, leaving her deeply shaken.

"Father!"

This time, Yu Shuiwei disregarded everything else. She took light steps and ran as fast as the wind towards the young man's back.

The young man was exceptionally handsome, like a celestial being descended to earth, but his eyes lacked any liveliness, like a stagnant pool of water, devoid of any life.

Yu Shuiwei stared intently at the young man's face, her eyes filled with longing and yearning.

Then she couldn't wait to rush into his arms and feel the warmth she hadn't felt in so long.

Unfortunately, her body passed right through the young man the moment it touched him.

Yu Shuiwei refused to give up and tried several more times, each time with high hopes, but the result was still just as cruel.

Finally, she stood aside in utter despair, tears streaming down her cheeks like broken pearls.

The tears entered her mouth, tasting bitter, just like her broken heart at that moment.

"Father...where are you? Shuiwei can't find you...waaaaah..."

Looking at the young man, Yu Shuiwei was heartbroken and cried uncontrollably, completely losing her usual strength and becoming like a weak and helpless little girl.

This appearance is just like the scene when she was a child and Yu Linghuan gently held her in his arms.

Back then, as a little girl, she would ask in her childish voice where her father was.

Yu Linghuan simply smiled gently and told her that she would see her father one day.

This voice, full of expectation and warmth, was like a precious seed buried deep in the heart of Yu Shuiwei, who was still a little girl at the time.

Later, Yu Linghuan did bring back a young man and told her in person that this was her father.

Young Yu Shuiwei had no doubts whatsoever. She was overjoyed, knowing that from now on she would no longer be a child without her father's love.

Looking back now, Yu Linghuan was indeed not lying to her. This person was indeed her nominal father, but at that time he was just a soulless puppet.

It could be said that she never actually met her father, and her father never actually met her either.

Yu Shuiwei knelt helplessly on the ground, a deep sense of helplessness and despair overwhelming her like a surging tide, leaving her feeling as if she were trapped in a dark abyss from which she could not escape.

But just then, a warm and strong hand gently but firmly lifted her up from the cold ground.

Yu Shuiwei turned her head sharply, her eyes filled with surprise. She was shocked to find that the woman beside her was the same mysterious woman who had suddenly appeared deep in the desolate land.

But why would she be here? This question flashed through Yu Shuiwei's mind in an instant.

Immediately afterward, Yu Shuiwei seemed to suddenly realize something: "Senior! You did this."

After carefully helping Yu Shuiwei to her feet, Yan Xuanshi gently released her hand and said softly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, "This is the world deep within your heart. I'm just helping you see it more clearly."

"Senior, why did you choose to help me?"

Yu Shuiwei's voice carried a hint of urgency and doubt, but in her heart she did not feel that Yan Xuanshi's actions were in the slightest reckless.

On the contrary, she felt endless gratitude towards Yan Xuanshi.

It was thanks to Yan Xuanshi's help that she had the opportunity to see her father, even if it was just a vague image that existed deep in her memory.

"Silly girl! Didn't I tell you before? You remind me of someone I used to know."

Yan Xuanshi smiled gently, a smile as warm and gentle as the spring sun.

"Old friend?"

Yu Shuiwei read it softly, her voice very low. Although there was curiosity in her eyes, she did not ask who the old friend was. After all, it was someone else's secret, and she knew how to respect that.

"Senior! Can you help me find my father?"

Yu Shuiwei pressed on eagerly, her eyes filled with anticipation and longing.

She remembered that the half-Emperor level corpse demon was as vulnerable as an ant in front of Yan Xuanshi.

Moreover, this person's cultivation level is very likely to be exactly the same as that of the previous one.

She felt as if she had grasped a glimmer of hope in the darkness, eagerly anticipating a positive response from Yan Xuanshi.

Yan Xuanshi shook her head slightly, looking into the distance, and said, "I can't help you."

P.S.: I feel awful from this cold!