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

Fifth Qinghan's demonic possession was like a violent hurricane, scattering the originally solemn marriage agreement into chaos and utter disarray.

The entire Shen family was at a loss, but fortunately Shen Xuejian stepped in and managed to stabilize the situation temporarily.

But what troubled and troubled Shen Xuejian the most was that she had to ensure that the secret of the Shen family producing a demonic cultivator was not leaked.

If she were the only cultivator here, the situation might be easier to handle. The key is that she keenly sensed the fluctuations in cultivation level from Shan Mengsheng.

As for Shan Chi and Mo Ying, because their cultivation was far superior to Shen Xuejian's, she was unaware of their presence.

Afterwards, Shen Xuejian sought out Shan Mengsheng alone. During their conversation, she learned that Shan Mengsheng belonged to the Danchen Pavilion in the Northern Region.

If the other party belongs to some unknown small sect, Shen Xuejian only needs to temporarily mention the Haoyue Sword Sect behind her to make the other party wary.

The key point is that the Danchen Pavilion behind the other party is one of the four top sects with a prestigious reputation in the Northern Region. It is located in the same world as the Haoyue Sword Sect behind her and is also among the four top sects.

These major sects have never been tolerant of demonic cultivators, and such incidents are considered significant achievements once they are reported.

Of course, the Shen family will also inevitably suffer an undeserved disaster at that time, being implicated by Fifth Qinghan and falling into an abyss of no return.

Although Shen Xuejian embarked on cultivation, her worldly desires had not been extinguished, so the consequences were clearly not what she wanted to see.

Therefore, Shen Xuejian offered her bargaining chip. Her request was simple: she hoped that the matter would not be reported to the sect and that she could handle it herself.

To Shen Xuejian's surprise, Shan Mengsheng simply smiled upon hearing this, refused the bargaining chips in her hand, agreed to her proposal, and was willing to work with her to eliminate Fifth Qinghan.

Although Shen Xuejian did not understand what he was thinking, things were developing in a positive direction.

As the other protagonist in this marriage, Fifth Shu Shuang seemed to have lost her soul after this incident, becoming like a lifeless walking corpse.

For several days in a row, she locked herself in her room, refusing to meet with anyone, remaining silent, and not eating a single grain of rice.

Every night, the servants could hear faint sobbing and complaints coming from Fifth Shushuang's room. The sound was like a midnight wail from the underworld, which sent chills down their spines.

Her appearance was strikingly similar to that of the timid, cowardly, and withdrawn Fifth Qinghan in her childhood.

At that moment, she seemed to have truly transformed into the Fifth Qinghan.

Fifth Qinghan is no longer the same person she once was, no longer Fifth Shushuang, but a third party twisted by endless desires.

Shen Xuejian knew that she had been tainted by the Fifth Qinghan Demonic Qi, and she dared not forcibly dispel it, for fear that it would plunge her into deeper suffering.

So she set up a protective barrier of true energy in her room, which would gently help her dispel the demonic energy in her heart bit by bit, like a trickle of water.

Secondly, it can also create a tranquil space for her, allowing her to calm her mind.

For the rest of the time, Shen Xuejian and Shan Mengsheng tried their best to find Shen Shuchou's whereabouts, but after a long time, they found not even the slightest clue.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

In that remote, frigid northern wilderness, the land is perpetually shrouded in swirling snow.

The howling wind, like a sharp whistle, whipped up layers of snow, turning the world into a vast expanse of silvery white.

In the distance, the undulating mountain range stretches out like a giant ice dragon, its peaks soaring into the clouds, covered with thick snow, their sharp peaks seemingly piercing the sky.

These mountain peaks appeared and disappeared in the hazy snow, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.

On the vast wilderness, there was not a trace of life, only an endless sea of ​​snow.

The hard, icy ground crunched underfoot, and occasionally you could see a few deep, bottomless cracks in the ice, as if leading to an unknown, dark abyss.

In the deep, frigid wilderness, beneath a cliff in a secluded snow valley, there stands a house that has been built.

From a distance, the room was lit by scattered flames, and smoke rose from the chimney.

Inside the room, Shen Shuchou, who had been missing for more than a month, lay quietly on the bed.

Since the Shen family left, Fifth Qinghan had been leading him northwards without stopping, flying day and night for more than half a month before finally arriving here.

Upon arriving here, Fifth Qinghan merely imprisoned him here before disappearing again, and now another half month has passed.

Shen Shuchou didn't know where she had gone, nor could he break free of the restrictions on his body, and he had no idea where he was.

The entire room was sealed off by his inner energy, preventing the wind and snow from blowing in, but he also couldn't go out and could only peer out at the world through the window.

Besides him and a bed, all that remained in the room were some pieces of wood for lighting.

Shen Shuchou looked at the simple roof beams above his head, his heart filled with resentment and helplessness.

The occasional flickering flames reflected on his haggard face, adding to his sense of loneliness.

The wind and snow outside the window seemed to never stop, raging in waves, as if trying to bury everything in the world in endless cold.

He was like a lone boat in a vast sea of ​​snow, trapped in this small space, not knowing when he would find hope of liberation.

creak!

In that instant, the door suddenly creaked softly.

Shen Shuchou immediately turned his head and saw Fifth Qinghan's elegant and otherworldly figure gracefully entering from outside the door.

Shen Shuchou was about to speak, but when he sensed the ever-growing, undiminished demonic power emanating from Fifth Qinghan, he instantly fell silent.

Fifth Qinghan slowly closed the door. His face, which was originally cold as ice, was now covered by a layer of morbid lust the moment he saw Shen Shuchou. A scarlet light shot out from the depths of his eyes, like a bewitching flame in the dark night.

"Brother Shen, do you truly love Qinghan?"

Fifth Qinghan's alluring eyes gazed intently at Shen Shuchou, her lotus-like steps light and graceful as she drifted over like a ghost.

Seeing her like this, Shen Shuchou thought that some bad memories made him subconsciously swallow hard, his legs slightly tightened, and he shrank back to the bed.

"Qinghan, I truly love you, but could we go back first and discuss this further?"

Shen Shuchou's voice was barely audible.

Upon hearing this, the bloodlust in Fifth Qinghan's eyes intensified instantly.

Her scarlet tongue, like a snake's forked tongue, lightly licked around her lips, and she said coquettishly, "Brother Shen, could it be that you are more fond of my sister? But it doesn't matter, now you belong to Qinghan, and Qinghan will surely make you fall deeply in love with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the desires released by the demonic heart in Fifth Qinghan's heart were like a surging torrent, completely engulfing her.

She moved with lightning speed, appearing in front of Shen Shuchou in an instant. She stretched out her jade-like hands and, without saying a word, pressed him hard onto the bed.

Those long, white, jade-like legs were like an incredibly sharp pair of scissors, clamping tightly around Shen Shuchou's waist with resolute force, as if trying to imprison him in this small world.

Shen Shuchou immediately realized something was wrong and was about to speak when he found that he couldn't open his mouth no matter what he did.

Fifth Qinghan leaned down slightly, gently placing a finger against Shen Shuchou's lips. Her lips parted slightly, and her breath was as sweet as orchids: "Brother Shen, don't be impatient. This is not the time for you to shout."

Having said that, Fifth Qinghan's fingers glided lightly across her neck like silk, touching the snow-white skin as they touched her, until they reached her fragrant shoulders. Her movements were gentle yet alluring.

Just then, Fifth Qinghan continued to move her hands, and her clothes, like withered petals, drifted off her body little by little.

Before long, a wisp of white, like snowflakes drifting outside the window, quietly came into view.