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

After an unknown amount of time, only Shen Shuchou remained in the room, which was neither too big nor too small.

The Fifth Qinghan, who had been nestled in my arms not long ago, was now nowhere to be found.

Looking at his completely exposed body, Shen Shuchou couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just now, under the one-sided tenderness of Fifth Qinghan, passion and desire intertwined.

The air in the room was filled with a hot and humid atmosphere, as if even the molecules in the air were restless.

After catching his breath, he slowly got up, dragging his aching, weak, and completely drained body.

He dressed himself, piece by piece, and then staggered out of bed to the window.

Looking out from inside the window, the world outside is an endless expanse of white snow.

In addition, the snow outside the window continues to fall.

Although Shen Shuchou did not know where he was, looking at the snow falling all around him, he had a general idea of ​​where he was.

Then, he slowly walked to the door, placed his hands on it, and pushed it forcefully.

However, the door remained firmly shut, as if it were nailed to the ground.

Outside the house, Fifth Qinghan had already set up an invisible barrier, trapping him firmly inside.

Shen Shuchou felt as if he were a bird trapped in a cage, struggling futilely in this cramped space.

However, his "bird" was not meant for people to admire, but was treated as the private property of Fifth Qinghan and wantonly trampled upon.

Without his cultivation, Shen Shuchou is now completely helpless against Fifth Qinghan.

He could only place his hopes on Shen Xuejian and Wu Shushuang.

At this moment, on this frigid wasteland, a group of cultivators suddenly appeared.

The group of people were all dressed in extremely beautiful white robes, exuding an extraordinary aura in the icy and snowy landscape.

There were five of them, led by an elderly man with white hair.

However, at this moment, the group of people all looked somewhat flustered.

They walked hurriedly forward, glancing back every now and then with deep vigilance in their eyes, as if something terrifying was following them closely.

The old man, in particular, had bloodstains on his robe that stood out starkly against the white fabric, clearly indicating that he had recently been in a fierce battle.

Judging from their disheveled appearance, this group of people had obviously been chased by others and had fled to this desolate and frigid wilderness.

"Master, where are we now, and how can we get back to the sect?"

A petite female cultivator in the group broke the silence with a voice filled with anxiety and fear.

Upon hearing this, the elder, referred to as Master, sighed softly, his voice tinged with weariness and helplessness: "This is the icy wasteland of the far north. We will wait here for the sect's support for the time being."

The old man's original name was Cui Qihang, and he was a senior elder of the outer sect of the Haoyue Sword Sect, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.

He was highly respected in the Haoyue Sword Sect, possessed superb swordsmanship, and had countless disciples.

A month ago, he led a group of promising young talents carefully cultivated by various sects to participate in the Gathering of Prodigies jointly organized by numerous sects in the Northern Region.

At the start of the event, everyone was in high spirits and full of confidence in the upcoming event.

At the Gathering of Prodigies, Cui Qihang and his disciples, relying on their solid cultivation, overcame all obstacles and ultimately won the championship.

However, just as Cui Qihang was leading his disciples back to the sect, they were ambushed by a group of cultivators.

The leader was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, who turned out to be Cui Qihang's mortal enemy.

This person was once a member of the Bright Moon Sword Sect.

Ten years ago, during a sect competition, Cui Qihang severed his arm in a duel, a severe blow that directly shattered his Dao heart.

Disheartened, he turned to the demonic path and left the Bright Moon Sword Sect.

At that time, Cui Qihang led a group of cultivators to hunt him down, but ultimately failed, and the matter was gradually forgotten by everyone.

Who would have thought that ten years later, the two would meet again on a narrow road?

This time, the other party not only stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm before him, greatly increasing his strength, but also joined the Demonic Sect.

His purpose was very clear: first, to avenge the loss of his arm ten years ago; and second, to nip these future prodigies of the Bright Moon Sword Sect in the bud to prevent future troubles.

In that fierce battle, Cui Qihang did his utmost to protect these promising young disciples of the sect.

However, the opposing force was numerous and powerful, and Cui Qihang and his disciples gradually found themselves in a predicament.

This battle resulted in the loss of more than ten promising young talents.

Even Cui Qihang himself was seriously injured, but he managed to fight his way out with great difficulty thanks to his powerful swordsmanship.

With his remaining five disciples, he fled in a sorry state into the icy, desolate wilderness.

Right now, they have no other choice but to temporarily hide from their pursuers in this icy wasteland and quietly wait for the sect's support.

All around was deathly silent, with only the howling wind raging in my ears.

"what!"

Suddenly, the delicate female cultivator covered her mouth and let out a gasp.

The sharp sound, like a blade slicing through the silent air, instantly tightened everyone's already tense nerves, like a bowstring about to be fully drawn.

Cui Qihang, who was in the lead, reacted quickly. His eyes sharpened, and he unhesitatingly protected his disciples behind him.

He leaned forward slightly, adopting a defensive posture, thinking that the group of demonic cultivators had caught up with him.

"There are people there."

The female cultivator, still shaken, pointed in a direction with trembling fingers and spoke again in a slightly trembling voice.

The group of five looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a dark shadow faintly visible in the swirling snow.

The dark figure appeared and disappeared in the wind and snow, walking step by step toward them.

Because the raging snowstorm acted like a thick curtain, obstructing everyone's view, they could hardly make out the face of the dark figure.

But everyone knew in their hearts that anyone who could appear in this extremely cold wilderness must be no ordinary person.

"Master, what should we do?"

"Who is this person?!"

The disciples were filled with fear and unease, whispering among themselves.

After all, nobody wants to die in this desolate place.

Cui Qihang looked solemn, his gaze fixed intently on the newcomer.

With his profound cultivation, he could see things more clearly than the others.

He could tell that the dark figure was a woman who looked quite young.

She moved with a light and graceful figure, yet her steps were steady amidst the wind and snow, each step carrying a mysterious rhythm.

However, what made Cui Qihang feel most uneasy was the aura emanating from this woman.

Although he, with his peak Nascent Soul cultivation, could not discern the other party's true level, she was surrounded by a chilling aura.

That aura, like a surging undercurrent, surged wildly in the air, causing waves to rise in Cui Qihang's heart.

This pressure was even stronger than that of the Nascent Soul Realm demonic cultivator who had tried to intercept him.

At this moment, what Cui Qihang was most worried about was whether this girl in black was with the group of demonic cultivators who were chasing them.

As the girl in black moved closer step by step, Cui Qihang was finally able to see her face more clearly.

In the biting cold wind, the girl wore a black, belted robe that shimmered faintly against the backdrop of the snow, outlining her graceful and upright figure.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, its strands swaying slightly in the cold wind.

Beneath the wispy strands of hair framing her forehead was a breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, slender and slightly upturned; her eyes were like deep pools, profound and cold, carrying an innate aloofness.

This face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet strangely cold and sinister; just one glance was enough to make Cui Qihang's heart skip a beat.

Cui Qihang's gaze unconsciously swept downwards, only to make an even more astonishing discovery.

Not a single snowflake touched the black-clad girl's robes.

He himself, relying on his profound inner energy, was able to keep snowflakes away from him.

However, at this moment, there was not a trace of true energy emanating from the girl in black.

The falling snowflakes, as if alive, automatically avoided her, creating an invisible vacuum around her.

This strange sight heightened Cui Qihang's vigilance, and he kept his eyes fixed on the girl in black, not daring to relax for a moment.