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

In the street, the girl was like a frightened fawn, her petite body curled up tightly in Shen Shuchou's arms.

Her fair, snow-white face had lost all color due to extreme terror, resembling a delicate flower attacked by frost, making her all the more pitiful.

Her clear, watery eyes were filled with tears, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she blinked frantically.

Her cherry-like lips trembled slightly, but fear choked her throat, preventing her from uttering a sound.

Her slender, delicate hands trembled incessantly as she gently and carefully stroked Shen Shuchou's face, which was bleeding from all seven orifices.

Each touch seemed to draw upon all her courage and strength.

Already timid and cowardly by nature, she was now filled with endless panic upon seeing Shen Shuchou in such a miserable state.

The fear overwhelmed her like a surging tide, even more terrifying than when she witnessed the ruthless annihilation of the Fifth Family.

Her delicate body trembled even more violently, as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment, leaving her to struggle alone in this abyss of despair.

Her tears fell like broken pearls, rolling down and dripping onto Shen Shuchou's blood-stained clothes.

The surrounding noise seemed to shut her out; her eyes were only on the person before her, whose fate was uncertain.

"Brother Shen, wake up, don't scare me..."

The girl finally let out a cry, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Her hands gripped Shen Shuchou's clothes tightly, as if it were her only lifeline in this desperate moment.

Her slender fingers, with knuckles white from excessive force, still refused to loosen their grip even slightly.

At this moment, the girl's heart was filled with regret and self-blame. If she hadn't run away, Shen Shuchou would not have ended up in such a situation.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

She muttered to herself, her voice barely audible.

Suddenly! A gust of cold wind swept through, and the girl involuntarily shivered.

The surrounding noise stopped abruptly, and the crowd that had been blocking the way vanished instantly.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped the girl. She turned her head and saw a figure in black robes with an indistinct face standing beside her.

"Save...save...him..."

Although the girl didn't know who this person was, her intuition told her that this person could lend a helping hand.

"He's dead."

The man in black robes was Shen Shuchou's clone.

"No...no..."

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Then, she slowly pressed her head against Shen Shuchou's chest, hoping to hear a faint heartbeat, but the result was destined to leave the girl disappointed.

Still unwilling to give up, she trembled as she extended a finger and placed it near Shen Shuchou's nose, but to no avail.

Unbeknownst to the girl, his true form had already been sealed by a surge of true energy, which had suppressed his life force and vitality.

He was feigning death, which was something a young girl could not easily detect.

In the end, the girl seemed to have been completely stripped of all her strength and vitality, like a lifeless corpse with only a shell but no soul, lying lifelessly in Shen Shuchou's arms.

My sister's husband... is dead!

The person who appeared in my dream... is dead too!

Why? Why exactly?

It's all my fault, it's all my sin...

But who exactly brutally murdered him?

A multitude of thoughts, like those of a trapped beast, clashed wildly within the girl's heart.

A dark force, interwoven with endless self-blame, deep hatred, and despair, slowly gathered in the depths of the girl's heart, raging wildly.

This force, like a dark vortex, constantly eroded the last remaining light and warmth in her heart, causing her mind to gradually sink and become distorted.

Shen Shuchou, clad in black, naturally and keenly sensed the dramatic change in the girl. Now that the time was ripe, he spoke slowly, "But I can save him."

Upon hearing this, the girl turned her head sharply. Her eyes, which should have been clear and beautiful, were now filled with a chilling despair and an almost insane death rage as she stared intently at Shen Shuchou.

"He wants me to save him, but he has one condition."

Shen Shuchou met the girl's eyes, which were filled with despair and madness, and said in a calm tone.

"Even if it costs me my life, I'll do anything to bring Brother Shen back to life!"

The girl responded without hesitation and with unwavering resolve.

Faced with the girl's resolute answer, Shen Shuchou, clad in black, fell silent for a moment before asking, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"My sister and I were given our lives by Brother Shen. It is only right to exchange my life for his, and it will also fulfill the wishes of my sister and Brother Shen."

"So you're truly willing?"

Shen Shuchou, dressed in black, raised the question again.

Upon hearing this, the girl's pupils suddenly contracted.

She couldn't help but recall that bizarre dream, in which she was like an older sister, sharing a wedding night with Brother Shen.

However, the moment the red veil was lifted, what was revealed was a face filled with resentment and extreme distortion.

A chilling question suddenly popped into the girl's mind: perhaps the hideous face she saw when the red veil was lifted was not her sister's, but her own.

Thump thump...

The girl's heart pounded wildly at that moment, like the thunder of war drums.

But the thought was fleeting, and the girl tried her best to suppress it.

For the first time, a chilling glint flashed in her eyes as she stared intently at Shen Shuchou in his black robes and asked, "What exactly do you intend to do?"

The black-robed Shen Shuchou stopped following the girl's words and said instead, "You do not need to pay with your life, but you must cultivate with me."

"Cultivation?"

Fifth Qinghan was slightly taken aback, her face full of confusion.

This was the first time she had ever heard of this word, so she knew nothing about it.

"Cultivation is an existence that transcends the mortal world. It is the realm of immortals who control life and death. Once you embark on the path of cultivation, you can forcibly take whatever you desire."

Shen Shuchou, dressed in black, did not elaborate further, but the profound meaning behind his words was deeply etched in the girl's mind.

The girl was silent for a moment, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and struggle. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she bit her lip and said, "Okay, I'll cultivate with you! I'm willing to do anything to save Brother Shen."

Shen Shuchou, dressed in black, nodded slightly, his face revealing neither joy nor anger: "In that case, from this day forward, you must abandon your past weakness and cowardice and embark on this arduous and unknown path of cultivation."

The girl nodded firmly, her gaze fixed on Shen Shuchou: "I can do it."

Having said that, Shen Shuchou, dressed in black robes, suddenly waved his long sleeves, and two dazzling beams of light, one white and one black, shot out instantly, accurately entering the true forms of Fifth Qinghan and Shen Shuchou on the ground.

"I will look for you when the time comes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Shuchou's figure in black robes vanished like a phantom, as if he had never existed in this world.

In a daze, the once deserted street instantly returned to its former bustling and prosperous state, and the noise and clamor filled the air once more.

Fifth Qinghan eagerly pressed her small, delicate head tightly against Shen Shuchou's chest once again.

Sure enough, this time, she heard a faint, almost imperceptible heartbeat close to her ear.

A look of surprise instantly lit up the girl's eyes, and tears flowed freely like a burst dam.

Without hesitation, she reached out her hands and used all her strength to turn Shen Shuchou over and carry him on her frail back.

She had no idea that she had suddenly acquired such immense power.

Looking at the crowd that still surrounded her, the girl suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of annoyance and chill.

"roll!"

Her icy words, laced with her inner turmoil, flew out like sharp arrows.

The people around were all slightly taken aback, their faces showing astonishment. But for some reason, they dared not disobey and obediently made way for a wide road.

The girl's petite frame carried Shen Shuchou, who was much taller than her, as they walked slowly down the street, looking so out of place.

When she left the Shen residence, she was so cautious, clinging to the wall, her head tucked in, like a frightened bird.

But at this moment, a tremendous change has taken place.

This time, she resolutely chose to walk in the very center of the street.

Although her steps were slow, each one was incredibly firm and powerful, just as she had made up her mind beforehand.

They were so resolute and determined that they would give their own lives to fight for Shen Shuchou's survival.

"Brother Shen, Qinghan will never let you leave me."

The girl's soft yet firm voice, like a spring breeze, gently escaped from her lips and drifted to Shen Shuchou's ear.