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

In just a few moments, the girl in black stopped a short distance in front of them.

Her cold eyes scrutinized the group of people before her without any attempt to hide them.

Then, she parted her red lips slightly and said in a clear, cold, and concise voice, "Leave here."

This woman was none other than Fifth Qinghan.

After her passionate lovemaking with Shen Shuchou ended, she quietly left the cozy little house.

Stepping into this icy and snowy landscape, she tried to use the biting cold wind and snow to slightly dispel the surging desires in her heart, which were like an unfathomable abyss.

She discovered that the longer she spent in the same room with Shen Shuchou, the stronger the desire she felt that was than simply possessing him would grow in her heart.

This desire, like a vine, grew wildly deep within her heart, suffocating her.

What she longed to possess was not just Shen Shuchou's body, but every inch of his skin, even the finest pores, which aroused her desire to own him.

She wanted to control his every expression, the tone of his voice, and the content of his words, so that everything conformed to her wishes.

Most importantly, it is his heart, and every thought within it.

She hoped that Shen Shuchou's heart would beat for her, and that every thought in his heart would be born because of her.

However, if these expectations cannot be met, the surging desires will devour her mercilessly like a ferocious beast.

At that moment, she would uncontrollably feel a surge of murderous intent.

So every now and then, she had to leave the cabin and plunge into the swirling snow to try to find a moment of peace for her desires.

But this cold wind and snow is like a thin layer of ice on an unquenchable flame.

It could only bring a brief coolness, but it could not truly extinguish the fire of desire in her heart.

At this moment, Fifth Qinghan was deeply mired in this tormenting pain.

The sudden appearance of this group made Fifth Qinghan, who was already sensitive, even more nervous.

In her world, there was only room for Shen Shuchou, and she did not want any outsiders to disturb the peace that belonged only to them.

Upon hearing Fifth Qinghan's order to leave, Cui Qihang dared not offend her rashly and tentatively explained, "Fellow Daoist, I am from the Bright Moon Sword Sect of the Northern Region. We are currently being hunted down and have no choice but to seek refuge here temporarily. We will leave immediately once our sect's reinforcements arrive."

However, to Fifth Qinghan, his words were like a gust of wind, failing to move her in the slightest.

She had never even heard of the Bright Moon Sword Sect, and even if she did, she was only annoyed by the disturbance from others and wouldn't care.

"Get out of here, or I'll kill you all."

Fifth Qinghan said coldly, his words devoid of any emotion.

At the same time, a killing intent colder than the howling wind and snow on the frigid wasteland burst forth like a surging tide.

This killing intent was like a tangible blade, carving cold lines in the air.

Cui Qihang felt the murderous intent that made his heart pound, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly, like a sky shrouded in dark clouds.

He was now in a dilemma. Going back would be like walking into a trap and running into the group of demonic cultivators.

But the mysterious girl in black in front of them firmly refused to let them linger.

Just as Cui Qihang was racking his brains, trying to exchange some valuable items for the right to temporarily hide in this place.

One of his disciples, unable to withstand the suffocating pressure any longer, suddenly shouted, "This isn't your territory, why should we leave?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Qihang's already unpleasant expression changed drastically once more.

He quickly smiled apologetically and said, "Fellow Daoist, this junior is just being tactless. Please don't take it to heart."

But before he could finish speaking, the impulsive disciple behind him suddenly screamed, fell to the ground, curled up in pain, and his body convulsed uncontrollably.

Cui Qihang's heart tightened; he immediately realized that it was the girl behind him who had made the move.

He hurriedly squatted down to check on the disciple's physical condition, only to find that the disciple's face was ashen.

The surrounding blood vessels bulged out like earthworms, as if something was swimming freely inside his body.

Cui Qihang quickly used his divine sense to investigate and discovered a jet-black demonic aura entrenched in the disciple's heart.

The situation was critical, and Cui Qihang dared not delay for a moment. He quickly gathered true energy at his fingertips and channeled it into the disciple's body, attempting to expel the demonic energy.

However, to his utter surprise, the moment his true energy entered his disciple's meridians, that wisp of demonic energy became aware of it.

The demonic energy that had been lurking in the heart suddenly grew stronger, like an enraged beast.

The next second, there was a loud "bang" and the disciple's heart exploded inside his body.

The powerful impact, like a cannonball, blasted a huge, bloody hole in his chest.

This sudden and horrific scene caught Cui Qihang, who was facing him, off guard, and he was splattered with blood.

The warm blood flowed down his cheeks, sending a chill down Cui Qihang's spine.

The wisp of demonic energy flew out from his chest, tracing a strange arc in the air before finally landing steadily in Fifth Qinghan's hand.

She looked at the demonic energy in her hand with a cold gaze, as if she had just crushed an ant.

"Get out of here."

Fifth Qinghan's icy voice rang out again.

"Master..."

The other disciples were all horrified by the bloody scene they had just witnessed, their faces turning deathly pale.

Someone spoke in a trembling voice, filled with fear and unease.

This time, Cui Qihang did not argue. He knew that the black-clad girl in front of him was unfathomably powerful and far beyond his ability to contend with.

Even as he watched his disciples die before his eyes, he could only suppress his anger and grief and swallow his anger.

He gritted his teeth and prepared to leave with a few disciples.

He secretly plotted in his heart, hoping that if he could risk going back this time and successfully return to the sect.

Whether it's this mysterious girl or that group of demonic cultivators, they will all pay a heavy price for what happened today.

However, just as they took a step, a sudden surge of demonic power came from not far away.

At the same time, a cold voice followed: "So they were all hiding here."

Fifth Qinghan stared at the approaching demonic power from afar, her icy gaze seemingly capable of freezing the entire world; even the desolate night paled in comparison to the chill in her eyes.

She spoke softly, her voice calm yet filled with boundless killing intent: "Anyone who disturbs us deserves to die."

Upon hearing these words, Cui Qihang's old face instantly lost all color, as if all his life force had been drained away, and he fell into utter despair.

With demonic cultivators chasing them from the front and a terrifying mysterious girl behind, they face certain death no matter which way they go.

But at this moment of despair, an aura even more terrifying than the demonic power emanating from the group of demonic cultivators swept out from behind them like a black storm.

Cui Qihang turned his head sharply, only to find to his surprise that Fifth Qinghan, who had been standing there just moments before, had vanished.

At the same time, a series of shrill screams suddenly erupted from the group of demonic cultivators.

"what!"

These screams echoed through the icy snow, sounding especially tragic.

The Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator who was chasing Cui Qihang was momentarily stunned when he saw the girl who suddenly appeared opposite him, radiating an even more terrifying demonic power.

He feigned composure and asked warily, "Since you are also a demonic cultivator, why are you obstructing us?"

However, he was not met with any words; instead, a surge of demonic energy roared toward him and instantly enveloped him.

Cui Qihang reacted quickly, immediately leading the remaining people away into the distance.

He also instructed the remaining three to leave in different directions, because he knew that the group of demonic cultivators were no match for this girl.

Even after they die, the girl won't let them go. The best option right now is to leave separately.

As long as one person brings the news back to the Bright Moon Sword Sect, even if the rest die, the Sword Sect will avenge them.

......

On the other side, Shen Shuchou's figure was still standing by the window. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he had a vague feeling of unease in his heart.

Just as he was about to turn his gaze away, he noticed a figure staggering into view not far from the window.

At that moment, the figure seemed to have spotted him and sped up its run towards him.

As the figure drew closer, Shen Shuchou realized that this person was not Fifth Qinghan.

Ye Shuang never expected that after being separated from her master, she would find a wooden house below a snow valley.

Moreover, there was a man in the wooden house at the moment, and upon seeing this, Ye Shuang hurriedly moved closer.