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

The Netherworld Valley.

This place is a forbidden area hidden in the southwestern region of the cultivation world, known as a "secluded and tranquil place".

This place is a dark abyss that even the light of the sun and moon cannot reach.

It is perpetually shrouded in thick, inky darkness, and its eerie, chilling aura, like a cold, giant python, roams and coils with unbridled abandon.

From time to time, eerie sounds emanated from the ravine, as if countless imprisoned vengeful spirits were whispering in agony, filled with endless resentment and curses.

Here, there is no trace of life, only the silence of death and a suffocating fear of the unknown.

Every inch of land, every breath of air, seemed to be tainted by a curse, exuding the scent of despair.

Even those cultivators with extraordinary abilities rarely dare to set foot in this place.

If one is not careful, one will be mercilessly swallowed up by this boundless darkness and terror, falling into the abyss forever, never to be redeemed.

And at the bottom of this chilling Netherworld Abyss lies the gathering place of the infamous demonic sect—Death Court.

Here, black smoke billowed and blood mist filled the air, and a sinister palace stood there, as if it had suddenly emerged from the depths of hell.

The palace was surrounded by eerie shadows and ghostly flames, sending chills down one's spine.

The disciples of the Death Court were all dressed in black robes, their faces hidden in the darkness, revealing only pairs of eyes that shone with a bloodthirsty light, like wolves in the night.

At this moment, deep within the palace, in a gloomy and cramped stone chamber, an old man knelt in fear and trepidation before a barefoot little girl. The little girl wore a black robe that seemed completely out of place on her petite frame, exuding an eerie and inexplicable aura.

This old man was none other than the same old man whom Shen Shuchou had previously let go.

At this moment, he knelt heavily on the ground, his head buried deep in the earth, his already aged body trembling uncontrollably, like a withered leaf in the wind.

"You mean, you couldn't even bring back two ordinary people, and instead lost three?"

A seemingly innocent smile bloomed on the little girl's exquisitely beautiful face, and her childish voice made her appear even more charming and adorable.

However, the old man kneeling on the ground trembled even more violently, as if he were being ravaged by the polar winds.

He knew all too well that this seemingly innocent and harmless little girl actually harbored a terrifying power that sent chills down his spine.

Moreover, she is actually over a hundred years old, and her true identity is one of the five most famous protectors of the Death Court—Demon Cherry.

Large beads of sweat rolled down the old man's forehead like beads from a broken string.

The drops fell onto the cold, icy ground, making a faint, crisp sound that seemed particularly clear and jarring in the deathly silent stone chamber.

His lips trembled like reeds in the wind, as he tried his best to explain, but it was as if an invisible hand of fear was tightly gripping his throat, making it difficult for him to utter a single word.

The little girl took a small step forward slowly, each step so light it was almost silent, yet it seemed to tread heavily on the old man's heart.

She tilted her head slightly, still wearing that seemingly innocent and harmless smile, but her eyes gradually filled with a chilling coldness as cold as frost and snow.

"Hehehe, how interesting, there are actually people who dare to call Mo Xiao by his name."

Mo Ying's clear, bell-like laughter, yet tinged with a hint of chill, rang out.

"Yes..." The old man's voice trembled, almost breaking.

"That's not your fault. Fine! Then I'll go and meet him myself. I want to see what kind of person he really is."

Mo Ying's smile vanished, her expression instantly turning cold and solemn.

Hearing this, Li Feng felt a slight sense of relief. He had thought he was doomed, but now it seemed there was still a chance for survival.

However, this glimmer of hope was ruthlessly extinguished by the little girl's next words.

"You deserved to die. We only brought you back to pass on a message. Now that your mission is complete, it's time for you to return to the Yellow Springs."

Mo Ying's voice suddenly turned sinister, like a chilling wind blowing from the depths of hell.

Li Feng was instantly terrified. He hurriedly looked up to beg for mercy, his mouth wide open, but it was as if an invisible force was choking him, and he could not make a sound. Fear surged in his heart like a raging tide.

Suddenly, a hideous and terrifying face appeared above Demon Cherry's head, its scales shimmering with a cold light.

Two blood-red vertical pupils, resembling lanterns, exuded a terrifying and chilling aura; this was the head of a dragon.

"Swallow him."

Mo Ying's tone was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the ferocious dragon head swooped down with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, the fierce wind in front of him vanished without a trace, leaving not even a drop of blood behind, only a nauseating, foul smell.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon gently lifted Mo Ying's petite body with its tail, and then flew out of the stone chamber like an arrow, breaking through the gloomy palace and rushing towards the vast sky outside the mountain stream.

In an instant! The dragon's body stretched to a thousand feet, completely disappearing into the boundless dark sky.

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Time is an extremely mysterious thing. It seems to be the longest and most boundless thing in the world, but its changes often happen in just a moment.

Like snowflakes falling from the sky, they seem to drift slowly, but in reality, they land in an instant.

A full month has passed since Shen Shuchou brought the fifth sister back to the Shen family.

Since meeting Fifth Shushuang, her mother, Wang Lan, has grown increasingly fond of her daughter-in-law.

Subsequently, she repeatedly flew into a rage at Shen Zhoucheng, her attitude extremely resolute, even bringing up the Wang family to threaten him.

If he dares to break up Shen Shuchou and Wu Shushuang, Wang Lan will divorce him, return to the Wang family, and use the connections and resources accumulated by the Wang family to completely crush Shen Zhoucheng.

These words infuriated Shen Zhoucheng to the point of dizziness and rage.

Even Li, who was standing next to him, was advising him not to separate Shen Shuchou and Wu Shushuang.

Although Li disliked Wang Lan, she was at least able to distinguish the importance and urgency of matters.

After careful consideration, Shen Zhoucheng stopped mentioning the matter, but his attitude towards Shen Shuchou became increasingly cold and distant.

Shen Shuchou paid no attention to any of this; all he cared about was the Fifth Sister.

During this month, there was one person who frequently surprised Shen Shuchou: Shen Xuejian, who had always ignored him, repeatedly struck up conversations with him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Mid-January, approaching February, is the coldest time of the entire winter.

These days, the heavy snow has been almost nonstop, and the entire city of Fangzhou has been completely submerged in a white expanse, adding a touch of coldness to the world.

Despite the heavy snowfall outside, it did not stop people from going out.

Shen Shuchou lay leisurely on the rocking chair outside the door, gazing at the wind and snow outside the eaves. Wang Lan took Xia Lingyi and Fifth Shushuang out to buy clothes.

He was extremely free at the moment, so he simply began to enjoy the snow.

Just as the snowflakes were falling, a cold, aloof figure suddenly entered.

Seeing the long sword hanging at her waist, Shen Xue walked up to Shen Shuchou, then slowly drew the sword from her slender waist, and handed the scabbard to Shen Shuchou, saying, "Hold this for me."

Shen Shuchou was slightly taken aback. Looking at Shen Xuejian's eyes, which were as cold as frost and snow, he did not say a word, but reached out and took the sword sheath.

After handing over the sword sheath, Shen Xuejian stopped looking at him and walked into the heavy snow.

Shen Xuejian stepped into the vast snow curtain, her figure like a plum blossom braving the snow, standing alone in the world.

The snowflakes fell gently, as if draping her in a dreamlike veil.

She parted her cherry lips slightly, let out a clear shout, and the long sword in her hand instantly revealed its sharpness, like a dragon soaring into the sky.

The sword flashed and darted through the swirling snow.

Each swing of the sword brought forth a sharp gust of wind, causing the snowflakes to flutter like butterflies.

Her movements were graceful and ethereal, her swordplay a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, ever-changing and unpredictable.

At times, the sword strikes with the force of a thunderbolt, swift and unparalleled, shattering snowflakes into crystalline fragments wherever it passes.

At times, the sword resembles a babbling brook, winding and lingering, complementing the fluttering snowflakes and creating a magnificent picture.

The sword light shone brightly, blending seamlessly with the pristine white snow, creating a dazzling spectacle like a glittering galaxy.

Her cool, focused eyes were resolute, as if in this icy world, only her sword was her soulmate.

As she danced gracefully, the surrounding snowflakes seemed to be infused with a lively spirit, leaping and swirling in rhythm with the sword.

Her hair danced wildly in the cold wind, her clothes fluttering, like a goddess descending to earth from the snow, displaying her unparalleled beauty.

For a moment, Shen Shuchou was somewhat dazed as he looked at the image, and a certain beautiful figure involuntarily surfaced in his memory.

That person, too, once danced with a sword in the snow.

However, he was only momentarily distracted before snapping back to reality. Suddenly, Shen Shuchou realized that a pair of eyes were quietly watching him.

Turning my head, I saw a small head peeking out of the window of another room.

The owner of the small head, seeing Shen Shuchou looking over, hurriedly shrank back, but due to excessive tension, he unexpectedly bumped his forehead.

Shen Shuchou couldn't help but chuckle. The owner of this little head was none other than Fifth Qinghan. This little girl had been in the Shen residence for over a month, but had rarely gone out.

Thinking of this, Shen Shuchou slowly got up from the rocking chair, casually put the scabbard in his arms aside, and turned to walk towards the room.

Here, the sword shadows in the snow were initially as swift as the wind, making it difficult to catch their light, then gradually slowed down, and finally came to a complete stop.

Shen Xuejian turned around first, a hint of arrogance overflowing from her cold eyes.

But when he saw that Shen Shuchou was no longer on the rocking chair, his arrogant expression vanished instantly.

Shen Xuejian looked down at the long sword in her hand, then walked to the rocking chair and picked up the scabbard. At that moment, she heard Shen Shuchou's voice in her ear.

The sound came from another room. Shen Xuejian knew who lived there. She paused for a few breaths, then forcefully sheathed her sword and walked away into the distance.

Before long, Shen Xuejian bumped into Shen Jianxing, who was coming from the opposite direction.

"sister......"

Shen Jianxing was so shocked that his body trembled violently.

Shen Xuejian glanced at him coldly with a chilling look in her eyes, and then said, "Practice your sword with me."

Shen Jianxing looked completely bewildered: "???"

"Sister! I have important matters to attend to. Why don't you go find our third brother? He seems quite free. I can call him over for you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xue's icy gaze became even more dangerous.

Seeing that Shen Xuejian hadn't spoken for a long time, Shen Jianxing could tell that she was feeling depressed and unable to shake it off.

And he had just walked right into the line of fire. Shen Jianxing knew that if he wanted to refuse... no, he had absolutely no chance of refusing.

"Sis...you'll have to go easy on me later."

Shen Jianxing said with a worried expression.

He originally came to find Shen Shuchou, but unexpectedly he was intercepted by Shen Xuejian who appeared halfway.

At the same time, Shen Jianxing was also thinking to himself with resentment, "Which son of a bitch has angered her so much?"

Inside the room.

Fifth Qinghan sat on the ground, one hand tightly covering her forehead, her head lowered, but her eyes were still secretly peeking at Shen Shuchou in front of her.

Seeing the little girl's appearance, Shen Shuchou couldn't help but find it even more interesting.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly lifted his foot and strode forward. With each step, Fifth Qinghan could clearly feel his heart beating faster and faster.

"What...is he going to do?!"

Fifth Qinghan whispered timidly in her heart.

"Does it hurt?"

The next moment, Shen Shuchou's gentle voice, as warm as a spring breeze, abruptly pulled the girl back to reality.

The pain in her forehead made her nod subconsciously, but she quickly shook her head again.

"Move your hand away, let me see."

Shen Shuchou said with a smile once again.

However, the girl's hand remained firmly pressed against her forehead, never moving it away even slightly.

Seeing this, Shen Shuchou didn't say anything more. He reached out and gently pinched the girl's wrist.

The momentary touch sent a shiver through the girl's body, and her petite frame curled up like a frightened kitten.

"Don't be afraid."

Shen Shuchou gently comforted him, which calmed Fifth Qinghan down a little.

After removing her hand, Shen Shuchou saw a red bump on her forehead. He couldn't help but laugh when he remembered how she had peeked out.

Her fingers involuntarily touched the swollen bump, and with each touch, the girl's body would tremble involuntarily.

"How could he do this!"

Fifth Qinghan pursed her pink lips, her beautiful eyes already brimming with tears of grievance, and she murmured softly in her heart.

Shen Shuchou did not notice this. Instead, he got up and went to the cabinet next to him to take out a bottle of medicine for bruises and sprains. Almost every room in the Shen family mansion would have a bottle of this medicine.

Looking at the pitiful yet adorable little girl in front of him, Shen Shuchou felt a pang of pity.

He gently opened the bottle cap, and a delicate medicinal fragrance immediately filled the air.

"Here, this is excellent medicine for healing wounds. Apply some, and the pain will subside quickly."

Shen Shuchou's voice was gentle and full of care.

Fifth Qinghan raised her head and looked at the porcelain bottle in Shen Shuchou's hand. Her eyes showed some hesitation, but she finally nodded slightly.

Shen Shuchou dipped a little ointment in his hand and carefully applied it to the red and swollen area on Fifth Qinghan's forehead.

"Does it feel cooler and more comfortable now?"

Shen Shuchou asked softly.

Fifth Qinghan bit her lip and whispered, "Hmm, it really doesn't hurt that much anymore."

After applying the medicine and putting it back in its place, Shen Shuchou saw that the girl was still cowering on the ground. He couldn't help but smile wryly to himself, "How can this girl be so timid?"

Without hesitation, Shen Shuchou pulled Fifth Qinghan up from the cold ground, a warm smile on his face, and said, "Be careful in the future, and don't get hurt again. If you want to see something, just come out and look. This is your home."

Having said that, without caring what the girl was thinking, he slowly extended a hand and offered it to her, saying, "Come on! I'll take you to see the snow."

The girl looked at the broad, kind hand that was being offered to her, then glanced at Shen Shuchou, her heart instantly filled with conflict and hesitation.

"Do you ever... think that my sister and I are the same person?"

Fifth Qinghan's voice trembled as she softly uttered the words hidden deep in her heart.

These days, Shen Shuchou has been in the most frequent contact with Fifth Shushuang.

Moreover, every night, her sister would whisper in her ear all the wonderful things about Shen Shuchou, and even mention that she would marry him in the future.

At that moment, her sister's future husband reached out his hand to her and even kindly applied medicine to her wounds. This made Fifth Qinghan secretly wonder if he had mistaken her for her sister, since they looked exactly alike.

however!

Shen Shuchou's next sentence instantly dispelled Fifth Qinghan's concerns.

"You are you, and your sister is your sister. You are two completely different people, so how can you lump each other together?" Shen Shuchou said with a smile.

Fifth Qinghan stared intently at Shen Shuchou with her beautiful eyes, and seeing that his expression was sincere and did not seem to be lying, she lowered her head shyly.

However, she gently placed her petite hand in the palm of a hand that was much larger than hers.

Immediately afterwards, the girl's small hand was tightly enveloped, and a warm force was continuously transmitted to her.

Then, a steady force came from her hand, guiding her slowly out of the small room and into the vast, white, silver world.

Just as the two of them, one big and one small, stepped out of the room, Wang Lan and the others returned.

As soon as Fifth Qinghan saw her sister, she hurriedly hid behind Shen Shuchou.

The moment Wu Shushuang saw Shen Shuchou, a radiant and joyful smile immediately bloomed on her face.

At the same time, she also noticed Shen Shuchou's younger sister behind him, their tightly clasped hands, and the undisguised nervousness and blush on her sister's face.