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

For a moment, their eyes met, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. A chilling atmosphere spread silently, as if it could strangle all life in its cradle.

Shen Xuejian frowned slightly, her clear, moon-like eyes, like cold stars, quietly scrutinizing Fifth Qinghan below.

His gaze was sharp as a blade, as if it wanted to dissect all the other person's secrets, but at this moment it encountered an invisible obstacle.

But no matter how hard she tried to look, she couldn't see through the other person's face.

All that could be perceived was the terrifying demonic power emanating from the other party, like a surging tide, seemingly capable of devouring all the light in the world.

Ever since traveling with Shen Shuchou, Fifth Qinghan has become just like him, keen on concealing his face.

This mysterious concealment was like an insurmountable fog barrier; unless one's cultivation level was far superior to hers, it would be impossible to fathom its secrets.

At this moment, Shen Xuejian had only reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.

In contrast, Fifth Qinghan, who had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm, was so cleverly concealed that his true appearance was hidden behind layers of fog, making it difficult for Shen Xuejian to see even a trace of it.

Three years ago, she was fortunate enough to be guided by a mysterious, white-haired master into the fantastical and unknown world of cultivation, and stepped into the majestic gate of the Haoyue Sword Sect.

From that moment on, it was as if she had unveiled a mysterious veil, gaining insight into the earth-shattering secrets hidden within herself.

It turns out that she possessed the rare and exceptional physique of a sword immortal, one in a million.

Even though she had never embarked on the path of cultivation in her life, the protective sword energy around her body was like a gushing spring, constantly increasing day by day, becoming more and more powerful and majestic.

If it weren't for the insurmountable obstacle of lifespan, in the years to come, she would have been able to use her mortal body to fiercely slay powerful figures in the cultivation world.

Now, she has resolutely embarked on the long journey of cultivation, and the power she can unleash has increased exponentially and terrifyingly.

In just three short years, he rose like a bright new star, becoming the undisputed sword genius among the younger generation of the Haoyue Sword Sect and even the entire vast cultivation world.

Recently, however, Shen Xuejian has been repeatedly trapped in the same bizarre and confusing dream.

What I saw in my dream was a vast, boundless, pure white world.

In that vast world, countless longswords bent and pointed in the same direction, just like countless devout believers kneeling respectfully on one knee, worshipping in reverence.

Filled with curiosity and anticipation, she walked slowly toward the direction where ten thousand swords paid homage.

At that seemingly endless end, she caught a glimpse of a tall figure with his back to her.

Although it was their first meeting, the other person gave her an indescribable and extraordinary sense of familiarity, a familiarity that seemed to originate from the deepest imprint of her soul.

But every time she mustered her courage and prepared to take another step forward, her dream shattered like fragile glass, ruthlessly waking her up.

Every day and night thereafter, she would repeatedly enter this dream, but each time she took an extra step, the dream would vanish as quickly as a fleeting moment.

Regarding the figure in her dream, Shen Xuejian always harbored a bold and unbelievable conjecture: that figure might actually be herself.

Moreover, Shen Xuejian had a strange and inexplicable intuition that if such a day were to come...

She successfully walked to the side of that figure, and when that figure slowly turned around, she might no longer be the person she is now.

Or perhaps, she is no longer herself in this life, but rather the extraordinary person she was in a previous life, or perhaps someone who had lived through countless long years.

But at that time, she must have already stood proudly at the pinnacle of this world, looking down upon all living beings.

Shen Xuejian didn't know whether this was a sign of great fortune or impending disaster. Perhaps she didn't want to become that unattainable version of herself, but simply wanted to be content with the present and be her most authentic self.

Therefore, she felt a stirring in her heart and decided to leave the Haoyue Sword Sect and return to the Shen family to visit them.

The sect beneath her feet had some connection with the Bright Moon Sword Sect, and she planned to rest there for the night before embarking on her journey home the next day.

But Shen Xuejian never expected that as soon as she arrived in the vast sky above the Qingyun Sect, she would be shocked to see this horrific and appalling scene.

Especially the person below, whose face was hidden in the chaos, gave her an extremely dangerous and dreadful feeling, as if she had a thorn in her back.

This was the first time in three years that she had experienced something so soul-stirring.

Although the other party deliberately concealed their face, it could be roughly deduced from their figure that they were a woman.

Little did they know, Shen Xuejian also brought a life-or-death crisis to Fifth Qinghan.

The key reason why she hesitated to take action was the important matter of tomorrow.

Even if we can kill Shen Xuejian, who suddenly appeared, she herself will definitely be seriously injured.

This is extremely detrimental to her plans for tomorrow, so she chose to remain on the sidelines and not take any action.

"I suppose you're the evil scoundrel who recently went on a rampage, wiping out entire families."

Ultimately, the somber, tense, and chilling atmosphere was first broken by Shen Xuejian's clear, icy voice, as sharp as a spring striking a rock.

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan remained silent, and the surrounding air became even more oppressive due to her silence.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Shen Xue frowned, her spirit sword flashing coldly as she drew it from its sheath, and said sharply, "Since I've witnessed this, you must leave something behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, sword energy shot out like a rainbow piercing the sun, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, heading straight for Fifth Qinghan.

Fifth Qinghan swiftly dodged to the side, her figure as light and graceful as a willow in the wind, swaying with charm.

She glanced coldly at Shen Xuejian and said in a chilling voice, "Mind your own business!"

After she finished speaking, a powerful and vigorous magical force surged out from her body and collided violently with Shen Xuejian's sharp sword energy, producing a deafening roar.

The sky was filled with crisscrossing lights as the two swords clashed, their strength evenly matched and the outcome uncertain.

"You wicked woman! To refine evil pills, you have harmed so many innocent people. Your crimes are utterly unforgivable and against all reason!"

Shen Xuejian casually unleashed a stunning sword aura, shouting angrily.

Fifth Qinghan chuckled coldly, his voice sinister and terrifying: "Heavenly justice? In my eyes, power is heavenly justice. Besides, how can you guarantee that everyone here is morally upright and has a clear conscience?"

After speaking, the demonic power surging from Fifth Qinghan's hand transformed into a dense, all-encompassing net that swept over Shen Xuejian.

Shen Xuejian let out a delicate shout, her body surrounded by swirling sword energy, like a sacred and inviolable sword fairy descending to the mortal world.

She brandished her spirit sword, its power so fierce and unparalleled that it tore a shocking gap in the net of demonic might.

"You heartless and depraved villain, stop your sophistry! No matter what others do, it is absolutely no excuse for your evil deeds!"

Shen Xuejian's words were like pearls, each one resounding and powerful.

Fifth Qinghan's face was ashen, a ruthless and resolute glint flashing in his eyes as he once again unleashed his full magical power.

The demonic heart within his chest pounded and surged, while the longsword in his hand emitted an eerie, dark light, as if it were about to mercilessly devour the vast sky.

In an instant, the battle between the two sides became increasingly fierce and exhilarating, causing the wind and clouds to change color, and even the hanging moon was about to be submerged.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Fifth Qinghan's demonic heart suddenly erupted.

An even more astonishing energy surged forth like a burst dam, instantly sending Shen Xuejian flying back several feet.

Taking advantage of this fleeting moment, she moved with ghostly speed, flying away into the distance.

Shen Xuejian wanted to give chase, but found that the other party had disappeared without a trace, as if they had evaporated into thin air.

She gazed in the direction where the dark figure had disappeared, her eyes filled with contemplation, as if deep in thought.

This encounter made her even more convinced that there must be an unfathomable and shocking secret hidden behind this demonic person.

At this moment, although the night was as dark as ink, the Shen family mansion in Fangzhou City was still brightly lit, and the mansion was bustling with people, all making preparations for tomorrow's wedding.

As one of the main characters in this wedding, Shen Shuchou naturally had no time to rest, and he and Xia Lingyi were busy running around everywhere.

Suddenly, Shen Shuchou spotted Fifth Qinghan from behind the crowd.

Even through the bustling crowd, Shen Shuchou could still keenly detect the faint scent of blood on her, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Fifth Qinghan also noticed his gaze, but this time she did not rush to his side as eagerly as before.

Instead, she turned and walked to the other side, going straight to her sister's room.

Since Fifth Sister has no family to accompany her, and Shen Shuchou is not required to come to fetch her tomorrow, she only needs to wait quietly to go through the wedding ceremony with Shen Shuchou.

At this moment, she was sitting upright by the bed, gently stroking the bright red wedding dress in her hands, her eyes filled with intoxicating sweetness.

Just as she was completely immersed in the wonderful anticipation of tomorrow's wedding, Fifth Qinghan's figure quietly descended beside her like a ghost.

When the figure blocked the warm glow of the candlelight, the two people in the Fifth Book suddenly realized that someone had arrived.

She hurriedly looked up and saw that it was Fifth Qinghan. She immediately scolded, "Why didn't you say anything when you came? You really startled me."

Fifth Qinghan gazed at her sister's face, which was exactly like her own, and tightly gripped the Blood Soul Transformation Pill in her hand. She remained silent for a long time, as if time itself had stood still at that moment.

"Sister, will you blame me?"

Fifth Qinghan gazed at her sister for a long time before finally uttering a sentence filled with countless entanglements and complex emotions.

Fifth Sister was slightly taken aback; she didn't understand why her sister would say such a thing.

In the long river of memory, she vaguely recalled that three years ago, Fifth Qinghan had said the same words.

"How could your sister blame you?"

Fifth Shu Shuang gently took her hand, trying to pull her to her side, but Fifth Qing Han remained standing still like a statue.

Despite her doubts, Fifth Sister said gently, "After my sister gets married, after a while, Brother Shen will also hold a grand wedding for you. I will make you look as beautiful as an angel."

"No need, as long as my sister won't blame me."

Fifth Qinghan's voice was so soft it was almost ethereal.

After saying that, she broke free from the hand that was holding her and slowly turned to leave the room.

What she longed for was never her sister's suggestion; her heart was set on Shen Shuchou alone.

What she wanted was Shen Shuchou's exclusive favor and affection, with her being the only one by his side.

Fifth Shu Shuang stared blankly at Fifth Qing Han's departing figure, a faint smile appearing on her lips, before she quickly immersed her thoughts in the grand wedding ceremony of tomorrow.