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

Shuiyue Palace, by the Jade Fairy Lake.

Two beautiful figures sat side by side.

The young girl had a slender waist and a lotus-like face; every frown and movement of hers resembled the bright moon in the human world.

The two girls looked remarkably alike, but their temperaments were quite different.

The girl on the right has delicate features, but carries a hint of indifference and arrogance. Her eyes are icy cold, as if the whole world has nothing to do with her.

The girl on the left, however, possessed a delicate beauty, her bright, clear eyes filled with worry as if she harbored some unspoken secret.

These two beautiful young women were none other than the two daughters of the Wen family in the capital: Wen Qingning and Wen Yuning.

"After wasting so much time, it's time for you to learn and improve your skills."

Wen Qingning said coldly.

Wen Yuning pursed her pink lips and said, "She sent you, didn't she?"

Wen Qingning frowned slightly, somewhat displeased: "That's our mother."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yu Ning chuckled softly: "Mother? She's not."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuning immediately felt an extreme killing intent descend upon her.

"Sister, have you forgotten what happened seven years ago? Don't you want to seek justice for Father? Don't you want to avenge Young Master Shen?"

Wen Yuning was completely unconcerned about the murderous intent. Tears were faintly visible in her stubborn eyes as she stared directly at Wen Qingning.

"He is not my father, he is just an ordinary man, what does he have to do with me?"

Wen Qingning said indifferently.

Wen Yuning gave a bitter laugh, her already frail body trembling as if she were in a daze, her face pale: "Hehe~ Sister, you've really changed, you've changed so much that I don't recognize you anymore."

People change.

Wen Qingning's tone remained as cold as ever.

"Is it because of the Supreme Record of Forgetfulness? Will the cultivation I gain by abandoning all emotions and desires really be that good?"

"Is someone who lacks emotions and desires even human?"

Wen Yuning's delicate face fixed firmly on Wen Qingning, who stood beside her as cold as ice.

Wen Qingning stared blankly at the lake without replying.

Unable to get a response, Wen Yuning was like a dehydrated fish, drained of all strength, her face filled with despair.

"I want to go home and visit."

A moment later, Wen Yuning's face turned ashen.

"I will inform Mother of this matter. After I have put an end to my thoughts, if you still feel the same way, I will not be able to stop Mother from betrothing you to that person. You should think carefully about what you have to do."

After saying this coldly, Wen Qingning turned and left without even glancing at him.

"Take care of yourself, hehe~".

Wen Yu Ning laughed self-deprecatingly, two lines of clear tears slowly sliding down her cheeks as she murmured, "Father! Young Master Shen, Jiang Qianqiu, Yu Ning misses you so much."

Since the two Wen sisters were taken back to the Water Moon Palace by Fairy Xia Yue seven years ago, Wen Yuning has known the whole story.

The two of them were children secretly conceived by Fairy Xiayue and Qi Tianxia of the Netherworld Sect.

Fearing that her sect would find out, Fairy Xiayue sought out Wen Changhao in the Tianwu Dynasty to make a deal.

The offer was to help her raise her two young sisters, and in return, he would be given supreme power and a vast fortune.

At the time, Wen Changhao was just an ordinary official, so he naturally couldn't refuse the offer and agreed without even thinking about it.

At the same time, Wen Yuning also learned from Fairy Xiayue that she and her sister seemed to have special constitutions.

My elder sister is a water spirit, while I am an ice spirit.

In Fairy Xiayue's heart, she was better than her sister, but Wen Yuning strongly resisted.

She resisted everything; Fairy Xiayue was too harsh on the two sisters.

There was no blood-is-thicker-than-water kinship as I had imagined; instead, there was mostly ruthless indifference.

All disciples of the Water Moon Palace must cultivate the core technique, the Supreme Record of Forgetfulness.

Practicing this technique will gradually help you abandon your seven emotions and six desires.

That is, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, desire, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body.

The more you discard, the faster your cultivation level will increase.

Wen Yuning didn't want to become an emotionless walking corpse, so she always resisted this kind of cultivation method.

Moreover, Wen Yuning could never forget what happened seven years ago.

That hatred was still hidden deep in her heart, and she had always resisted practicing this technique.

Wen Yuning feared that one day she would forget that hatred because of the Supreme Forgetfulness Record, that her father's death had left no survivors in the entire Wen family, and that figure in her heart.

What's even more ridiculous is that the culprit behind all this was actually her nominal father's apprentice.

Fairy Xiayue kept preventing her from taking revenge, imprisoning her in the Water Moon Palace every day.

Living in misery every day, she could not release the hatred in her heart, nor could she cultivate any other techniques. Even her life and death were in the hands of Fairy Xiayue.

In these seven years, Wen Yuning's strength has only barely reached the Spirit Realm.

Wen Qingning has already shown her talent and become a leading figure among the younger generation of cultivators, with her cultivation reaching the Golden Core stage.

Now, Fairy Xiayue has given Wen Yuning her final ultimatum.

If she doesn't properly cultivate the Supreme Forgetfulness Record, then I will marry her off to Zhao Hongye.

The person she hated most in her heart, Wen Yu Ning's eyes were lifeless, and clear tears kept falling.

Fairy Xiayue is forcing her, forcing her to submit, forcing her to become an obedient daughter, forcing her to become an emotionless walking corpse, just like her sister.

Wen Yuning had no intention of giving up; she wanted to live for herself for once.

The reasons I chose to go home to visit are twofold: firstly, because of my longing for home, and secondly, because a demon has recently appeared in the cultivation world who specializes in killing people from the Water Moon Palace and the Netherworld Sect.

If she happens to be killed by that person when she goes out this time, it will be a relief for Wen Yuning, who has been crying all the time.

If not, Wen Yuning would never give in.

Most importantly, Wen Yuning wanted to go back and see if she could find Jiang Qianqiu.

She must be just as desperate as I am, not knowing whether she's alive or dead.

......

......

The autumn sun rises high, hanging in the distant sky.

Three days later, Wen Yuning left Shuiyue Palace alone and headed to Tianwu Zhenshi, a thousand miles away.

At the same time, Jiang Qianqiu, dressed in black, disappeared into the dark clouds and rapidly moved in one direction, accompanied by a black dog that looked utterly hopeless.

The journey was smooth, and Wen Yuning did not encounter the demon who was hunting down the cultivators of the Water Moon Palace.

In just one day, they arrived at the place they had grown up in: the Tianwu Dynasty.

At this moment, the emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty is a puppet put forward by Zhao Hongye.

Compared to the Tianwu Dynasty of my memory, it is now more prosperous, and even the surrounding territories have expanded significantly.

However, things are a little different now, even though the dynasty should be in a bright and sunny state.

A large patch of dark clouds loomed over the sky, and a bad feeling welled up in Wen Yuning's heart.

Ignoring everything else, Wen Yuning hurried towards the Wen residence.

Over the past seven years, the Wen family mansion has become somewhat dilapidated due to neglect, with dust covering the plaque at the entrance.

The vermilion gate was also peeling and rotten, with white seals stuck on it.

Standing in front of the door, Wen Yuning was already in tears, staring at the familiar place in her mind, as if time had returned to that nightmare of rivers of blood.

On the other side of the street, Jiang Qianqiu, arm in arm with Shen Shuchou, walked step by step toward home.

"Sir, look, we're back. Let's go back to our home."

"Sir, Chiaki really misses you, especially you."

"Sir, if only you could say something to me, I would love you forever."

"gentlemen......"

Di Jing followed behind, a chill running down his spine.

Is this woman out of her mind?

Do you have some kind of unusual fetish, like liking dead people?

In Di Jing's eyes, the man Jiang Qianqiu was holding was clearly a soulless body.

Her mistress spoke to the corpse with such infatuation that Di Jing felt a chill run down his spine.

Di Jing dared not say it aloud, but could only ostracize him in his heart.

Before long, Jiang Qianqiu and Shen Shuchou arrived at the door of the house they remembered.

Whispers could still be heard coming from inside, so it seems this place has changed hands.

But Jiang Qianqiu didn't care; in her heart, this place was her home, whether there were people here or not.

Without knocking, Jiang Qianqiu casually pushed open the door and slowly walked in.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?"

The sound of the door opening immediately attracted two figures, one old and one young, who walked over.

The old man looked at Jiang Qianqiu with an unfriendly expression.

The boy beside her was deeply attracted by Jiang Qianqiu's stunning beauty.

"Woof woof woof."

Dijing immediately barked, knowing it was its turn to shine.

"roll."

Jiang Qianqiu coldly uttered a single word.

The old man and the young man's eyes suddenly went blank, and the next second they both collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Di Jing stood there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do.

Jiang Qianqiu ignored it and tenderly stroked Shen Shuchou's cheek, saying, "Sir, look, this is our home."

Jiang Qianqiu, arm in arm with Shen Shuchou, walked through every corner of the villa, trying to find traces of where they had lived.

Unfortunately, none of them looked the same as before; the only thing that remained unchanged was the rocking chair in the courtyard.

Jiang Qianqiu placed Shen Shuchou on the rocking chair and gently rocked him from behind.

A strong desire shone in his dark eyes: "Sir, do you like it?"

Staring at those bloodless lips, Jiang Qianqiu couldn't control her desire and slowly lowered her head to press her lips against his.

Jiang Qianqiu's breathing gradually became heavier, and her whole body involuntarily twisted together.

Jiang Qianqiu felt no sense of taboo between teacher and student.

All that remained was the deep desire that erupted into love.

This wasn't the first time she'd done something like this; almost every night Jiang Qianqiu needed a deep kiss to fall asleep peacefully.

Even if the gentleman were still alive, he probably wouldn't be able to resist.

Di Jing, who was standing to the side, turned his head away knowingly, becoming even more certain that this woman must have some special fetishes and be mentally ill.

Jiang Qianqiu was still savoring the taste of her lips, no one knew how much time had passed.

Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the courtyard. When Wen Yuning saw this scene with her worried eyes, her shock was beyond words.

He blurted out almost immediately, "Jiang Qianqiu."