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

On that still night, the wind seemed to have fallen asleep and quietly ceased, while the lone, cold moon hung in the sky, radiating a chilling and clear light, like a silver mirror covered with a thin layer of frost.

A sect called Qingyun Sect sits silently among the mountains under the hanging moon, seemingly blending into the cool night.

On the other side of the mountain, Fifth Qinghan was dressed in a long black robe as dark as ink. Her figure was graceful and elegant, yet she exuded a chilling aura.

That stunningly beautiful face was now surrounded by an icy killing intent, and his eyes shone with a cold light that seemed to come from the deepest abyss.

Over the past three years, almost every short period of time, she would come and unleash a bloody storm that wiped out the entire family.

Countless lives were lost at her hands. She used their hot blood, endless resentment, and extreme fear of death as nourishment to frantically nurture the demonic heart hidden in her chest.

During the day in the Shen residence, she appeared to be a gentle and obedient girl.

In reality, once night falls, it instantly transforms into a cold and ruthless killing blade, mercilessly reaping lives.

She had been secretly observing this sect for a long time. The strongest member among them was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and with her current strength, she was fully confident that she could cross the threshold and kill them.

Today is the sixth day of the seventh lunar month, and tomorrow morning will be the wedding day of Shen Shuchou and Wu Shushuang.

Logically speaking, she should be busy preparing for tomorrow's grand wedding with the servants in the mansion, but she came here alone.

The reason why Fifth Qinghan appeared here is for only two reasons.

Firstly, he used the lives of everyone in his sect to build a bloody bridge for his advancement to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Secondly, and most importantly, she attempted to use the blood of everyone here to forge an extremely yin and evil demonic pill—the Blood Soul Transformation Pill.

This pill is extremely strange. Once ingested, it can instantly plunge a person into a state of confusion and disorientation, causing them to involuntarily fall into nightmare-like hallucinations at any time and place.

Its most crucial function is the ability to arbitrarily alter memories and to implant entirely new memories with the precision of carving.

Those who take this pill will be manipulated like puppets for the rest of their lives, their souls imprisoned in an illusory cage, with no hope of liberation, unless a peerless expert intervenes to help them.

Fifth Qinghan planned to refine two, one for her sister and the other for Shen Shuchou.

For no other reason than to be the bride in red tomorrow, and after tonight, she would replace her sister and become Shen Shuchou's lawfully wedded wife.

This elixir will not cause physical harm to the user, nor will it turn them into a mindless zombie.

What Fifth Qinghan yearns for is merely to alter their memories.

Altering memories is actually not impossible for her to do with her own divine sense.

However, the demonic art she practiced was extremely sinister, while Fifth Shu Shuang was just an ordinary person with no cultivation. The slightest mistake would cause her soul to be instantly annihilated and reduced to ashes.

Therefore, in order to ensure that there would be no mistakes, she decided to use elixirs to achieve this sinister goal.

Thinking of this, a morbidly lustful smile involuntarily appeared on Fifth Qinghan's face.

Without any further hesitation, he headed towards the sect opposite him.

The sharp longsword he gripped tightly in his hand reflected a chilling gleam in the moonlight, as if it were eagerly craving the soaking of blood.

As she approached the sect, she leaped lightly, like a black nightingale, and silently landed inside the sect.

At this moment, the sect was completely silent, and the patrolling disciples were completely unaware of the impending disaster.

Fifth Qinghan moved like the wind, appearing behind a disciple as if by magic. With a swift stroke of his longsword, the man was pierced through the throat before he could even let out a scream.

The stench of blood gradually spread, finally attracting the attention of others.

"There is an enemy attack."

A scream filled with terror and panic shattered the tranquility.

Upon hearing the shout, many disciples and elders turned solemn and rushed towards the direction from which the sound came.

Facing the surging crowd, Fifth Qinghan showed no fear in his eyes, but rather a near-manic excitement.

"Who dares to trespass into the Qingyun Sect!"

An elder roared, his gaze fixed on Fifth Qinghan, who was radiating a chilling killing intent.

"kill"

The only response he received was Fifth Qinghan's arrogant yet icy two words.

Before she finished speaking, she flashed and rushed into the crowd like a ghost.

Without hesitation, she faced the surging crowd, wielding her longsword with impenetrable speed and precision, the sword shadows crisscrossing and crisscrossing, each move carrying a resolute determination to kill.

Wherever it went, blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere. The disciples who rushed to the front fell down in an instant, and screams of agony rose and fell.

Upon seeing this, the elders were all enraged, their beards and eyebrows bristling, and they unleashed their most powerful and secret spells.

In an instant, dazzling light and flying spells appeared, attempting to subdue the demon-possessed Fifth Qinghan in one fell swoop.

However, they still greatly underestimated Fifth Qinghan's terrifying and unparalleled killing move.

In the blink of an eye, these elders, who were only at the Nascent Soul and Golden Core stages, were devoured by wolves like gentle lambs.

Even the sect leader of Qingyun Sect, who possessed the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm, could only last for a few dozen rounds before dying under the blood-stained blade.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect had already fallen one after another, like withered leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

After an unknown amount of time, finally, no one in the entire Qingyun Sect was able to stand up anymore, and corpses were piled up haphazardly on the ground.

Blood flowed like a river, staining the ground beneath their feet and creating a horrifying scene of hell on earth.

Fifth Qinghan stood alone amidst the bloodshed, his face devoid of any pity or remorse, only displaying a twisted satisfaction after achieving his sinful purpose.

Her eyes gleamed with a crazed light, as if she had lost herself in this endless carnage.

She was the ultimate victor of this killing spree, the butcher who controlled the lives of these people.

Fifth Qinghan stood proudly amidst the mountain of corpses, the pervasive stench of blood seeming to materialize into a mist that tightly enveloped her.

A pair of scarlet eyes flashed with a frenzied light, and her red lips parted slightly as she began to chant obscure and incomprehensible incantations in a low voice.

The incantation, like a demonic chant from ancient times, echoed softly in this desolate, blood-soaked land.

As she uttered the words, the blood flowing on the ground seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, and began to slowly gather and flow.

The blood gradually pooled into a huge pool, and slowly rose from the center of the pool, forming a strange furnace shape.

The surface of the furnace glowed with a blood-red light, within which twisted runes flickered faintly.

Fifth Qinghan's voice grew increasingly urgent, and the rhythm of the incantation became faster and faster.

She waved her hands, making all sorts of strange gestures, as if she were controlling this mysterious and evil power.

The blood furnace exuded a chilling aura, with scalding hot steam rising and distorting the surrounding air.

Then, with a wave of her hands, a powerful force surged forth, easily lifting up the corpses and throwing them into the blood furnace that radiated rolling heat.

Each corpse falling into the furnace splattered blood, accompanied by a chilling sizzling sound.

During the long wait, the blood and corpses in the furnace continued to merge and churn.

Finally, everything gradually coalesced into two Blood Soul Transformation Pills that exuded a strong bloody aura.

Fifth Qinghan trembled as she stretched out her blood-stained hands, which were already soaked in thick blood and were still dripping blood.

She gripped the two blood-red pills tightly in her hands, her knuckles turning white from the force, her body convulsing and trembling with extreme excitement.

The moonlight shone down on her like water, making her figure appear particularly sinister and terrifying.

Her disheveled hair danced wildly in the night wind, her blood-stained face appeared as pale as paper in the moonlight, and the madness and greed in her eyes sent chills down one's spine.

But at that moment, as if sensing something, Fifth Qinghan suddenly turned her head, her bloodthirsty eyes looking towards the horizon.

In the cool moonlight, a figure in white stood silently.

The figure seemed to blend into the moonlight, exuding a cool and noble aura, which contrasted sharply with Fifth Qinghan's bloodthirstiness and ferocity.