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

Huangfu Chen's face was ashen, like the oppressive, suffocating sky before a storm.

His eyes were filled with panic and shock as he stared intently at the mysterious girl in black before him, as if he were seeing some terrifying monster that overturned his understanding of the world.

Just as he was chasing Cui Qihang to this place and hadn't yet made a move, the girl in black appeared without warning, like a ghost suddenly descending from the dark night.

Without uttering a word, a chilling killing intent emanated from her, sweeping towards them, the demonic cultivators, like a surging undercurrent.

The horrific scene was etched deeply into Huangfu Chen's mind from their very first encounter.

The thirty demonic cultivators he brought with him collapsed like fragile paper figures under the girl's demonic attacks.

Now all the demonic cultivators he brought with him have died at the hands of the girl, leaving only him alone.

Even he himself was injured by the black-clad girl's demonic power, and bright red blood kept gushing out, staining his clothes a shocking color.

But all of this was what truly chilled him to the bone. Judging from the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the girl, she was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Compared to his Nascent Soul Realm, this was like the difference between an ant and a dragon.

A significant gap in understanding often signifies an insurmountable barrier of strength.

However, the girl before him was like an incredibly sharp blade, tearing apart these seemingly unbreakable rules.

"As a demonic cultivator, you should be aware of the Death Court's formidable reputation. I am a member of the Death Court; may I ask which lineage of demonic cultivator you belong to?"

Huangfu Chen's face was ashen, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked.

He attempted to intimidate Fifth Qinghan in front of him by using the name of the Death Court.

After all, in the entire world of demonic cultivation, the Death Court is like an unshakable, towering mountain, inspiring awe in all demonic sects.

Fifth Qinghan might not know much about the Bright Moon Sword Sect, but the words "Death Court" were like a sharp dagger, instantly piercing the most hidden corner of her heart.

Once, that person told her that the culprit who killed her parents and destroyed the Fifth Family was Death Court.

At first, the moment she learned the truth, the flames of revenge burned fiercely in her heart.

However, as time went by, that egocentric demonic heart quietly changed everything, and the hatred in her heart gradually became twisted and deformed.

At this moment, her most fervent desire was to be with Shen Shuchou for all eternity, to win his heart, and to control everything about him.

Therefore, when she heard the name "Death Court" again after three years, her heart only stirred slightly.

Huangfu Chen stared intently at Fifth Qinghan's face, trying to catch a trace of fear or awe in her expression.

However, her face remained calm and unchanged, which made Huangfu Chen's heart tighten suddenly.

But then, he keenly sensed a strange fluctuation in her icy eyes.

He was convinced that the other party had only reacted after hearing the name of the Death Court, but the truth was not as he had imagined.

In an instant, an even more turbulent and terrifying demonic power erupted from Fifth Qinghan's body.

This demonic power, like an awakened ancient beast, swept in with an aura of world destruction.

The snowflakes, which were originally falling lightly, seemed to be frozen in mid-air by an invisible giant hand, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The azure sky was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness, as if a huge black curtain had fallen from the sky, swallowing the entire world into endless darkness.

Boom boom boom!

The drumbeats, seemingly from the deepest hell, resounded loudly in Huangfu Chen's ears.

The sound was like a heavy hammer, striking his heartstrings again and again. Instantly, an indescribable tremor overwhelmed him like a surging tide.

The next second, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

His hands suddenly clutched his chest as if in a spasm, and he uncontrollably collapsed to his knees.

Beneath that fleshy chest cavity, the blood-red heart pounded even more violently, accompanied by the "thump-thump-thump" sound in his ears, as if it were about to burst out of the chest and explode.

Huangfu Chen tried his best to control his out-of-control heartbeat. He mobilized his internal energy and used various secret techniques, but all of it was in vain.

All his methods were utterly ineffective against this strange power, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He struggled to lift his head, his gaze fixed in despair on the terrifying figure before him, a figure that seemed to have descended from the abyss.

"Spare...my life..."

His voice trembled and was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

At this moment, he was completely gripped by the fear of death, a fear that was like a cold shackle, tightly binding his soul.

Fifth Qinghan's gaze never fell on him from beginning to end, and there was not a trace of pity in her eyes.

She did this because she keenly sensed that the barrier she had carefully set up had undergone subtle changes.

This can only mean that someone has trespassed into her private space, and these people are most likely the same group from earlier.

In an instant, her domineering heart began to beat violently without her consent.

A destructive killing intent, like a surging black tide, raged across this land.

She would not allow anyone to intrude into her private territory, nor would she allow any factor to interfere with Shen Shuchou.

Immediately, the aura centered on Fifth Qinghan began to distort and deform, as if space was being wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

In a matter of moments, she vanished like a ghost.

Huangfu Chen, who had been clutching his heart and collapsing to the ground in agony, ultimately could not withstand the frantically beating heart.

With a muffled thud, as if a bomb had exploded inside him, his heart suddenly burst, and blood splattered everywhere like a fountain.

Immediately afterwards, his entire body turned into a pool of blood, which stood out starkly against the white snow.

Such a powerful expert at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm was easily crushed like an ant in the face of Fifth Qinghan's terrifying power.

On the other side, Shen Shuchou was quietly looking out the window when a strange face, yet one that couldn't hide its panic, came into view.

"Senior, save me!"

Ye Shuang's voice was filled with panic, as if she had grasped at the last straw.

She clearly regarded Shen Shuchou as a reclusive master hidden in this extremely cold and desolate place.

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

Shen Shuchou's voice was calm. Hearing Ye Shuang's urgent plea for help, he asked.

Immediately, Ye Shuang explained her sect and why she had come here.

Upon learning that Ye Shuang outside the window was from the Haoyue Sword Sect, he suddenly interrupted her, asking, "Do you know Shen Xuejian?"

During that marriage, Shen Xuejian inadvertently mentioned that she had gone to the Haoyue Sword Sect to cultivate during the years she left the Shen family.

Ye Shuang was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but her face lit up with joy in an instant, and she nodded hurriedly, saying, "I know Senior Sister Shen. Senior Sister Shen is the sect leader's personal disciple."

"I wonder what the relationship is between you and Senior Sister Shen?"

Although Ye Shuang's face showed joy, she still asked cautiously.

What if this person is an enemy of Senior Sister Shen? Wouldn't she have just escaped one danger only to fall into another?

"I am her younger brother."

Shen Shuchou immediately spoke up.

Hearing this, Ye Shuang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Please, senior, save me."

Shen Shuchou sighed softly and said, "I can't save you."

"Why!"

Ye Shuang was puzzled, her eyes filled with doubt and anxiety.

But Shen Shuchou couldn't explain it to her clearly, and only said, "After you return to the sect, go to Shen Xuejian and tell her my location."

Ye Shuang finally understood that Shen Shuchou in front of her could not help her, and she would have to find a way to return to the sect and ask Shen Xuejian to come and save her.

Immediately, Ye Shuang looked troubled and continued speaking, while also explaining her current situation.

However, when she mentioned the black-clad girl who had suddenly appeared, she didn't notice that Shen Shuchou's expression inside the window instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Get out of here, hurry!"

Just as Ye Shuang finished speaking, Shen Shuchou suddenly shouted loudly.

The sudden shout was like a bolt from the blue, startling Ye Shuang.

She reflexively looked around, her eyes urgently searching for signs of danger, but found nothing.

Just as she turned her head, wanting to ask Shen Shuchou what had happened, she found that Shen Shuchou's gaze passed over her and looked behind her.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold, like a venomous snake, attacked Ye Shuang from behind, freezing her blood as if it were about to freeze.

She slowly turned her head in terror, only to see the terrifying black-clad girl standing silently behind her.

Before Ye Shuang could recover from her shock, a small hand, seemingly delicate yet containing immense strength, suddenly gripped her throat like an iron clamp, pinning her firmly against the window.

Ye Shuang struggled desperately, frantically trying to pry open the hand that was choking her throat with both hands and kicking her legs wildly, but all her resistance was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

She felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult, her vision gradually being swallowed by darkness, and her consciousness beginning to blur.

At this moment, Fifth Qinghan's eyes were glazed over, his gaze not falling on Ye Shuang at all, but staring intently at Shen Shuchou.

Her eyes held a mixture of infatuation and madness—a love that had penetrated to the bone and twisted to the extreme.

"Qinghan, let her go."

Shen Shuchou lowered his voice and said.

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan slightly moved his lips, his smile becoming increasingly sickly.

Her voice was as soft as a whisper in the night breeze, yet it carried a chilling undertone: "Brother Shen, are you afraid I'll kill her?"

Shen Shuchou naturally did not want Fifth Qinghan to kill Ye Shuang, because Ye Shuang might be the only hope for him to escape this cage-like situation.

But the prerequisite is that Ye Shuang must return to the Haoyue Sword Sect alive.

Although Shen Shuchou did not express his opinion explicitly, Fifth Qinghan's ghostly mind seemed to have already seen through his thoughts.

She slightly increased the pressure in her hand, and Ye Shuang's face was instantly eroded by demonic energy, turning it dark black.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils filled with fear and a desperate plea for help.

"Stop killing people, let her go, and I'll agree to anything you want."

Shen Shuchou said urgently.

Upon hearing this, the sickly smile on Fifth Qinghan's lips grew even more intense.

A mad glint flashed in her eyes as she whispered, "Qinghan also wants to listen to Brother Shen, but she shouldn't have trespassed into my territory, and she shouldn't have seen Brother Shen."

"She was like a filthy insect, defiling my and Brother Shen's world, so she had to die."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a crisp, almost ear-piercing sound of bone cracking rang out.

Ye Shuang's neck was snapped like a fragile withered branch by Fifth Qinghan's seemingly soft and boneless hand.

Warm blood gushed out like a torrent, tracing eerie arcs as it splashed onto Fifth Qinghan's exquisite face.

Her skin was already as white as snow, but now stained with blood, it resembled a red plum blossom in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

Fifth Qinghan tilted her head, a look of ecstasy on her face, letting the blood slide down her cheeks and drip onto her delicate collarbone.

She held Ye Shuang's head, its eyes wide open in terror, as if it were a fine work of art.

Outside the window, Fifth Qinghan exuded a bloody aura, a strange yet alluring smile playing on her lips.

When Shen Shuchou saw this scene, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and an unprecedented fear enveloped him.

In an instant, Fifth Qinghan flashed into the room like a ghost in the night.

She moved with the lightness of a cat to the table and placed the head squarely on it.

Immediately afterwards, she threw herself into Shen Shuchou's arms and pressed him hard onto the soft bed.

The strong smell of blood emanating from her body mingled with a faint, alluring fragrance, creating an eerie yet seductive aura.

Fifth Qinghan skillfully straddled Shen Shuchou, her long, black hair cascading freely.

A few strands of hair brushed gently against Shen Shuchou's face as she moved.

Her alluring eyes gleamed with a mad and possessive light as she extended her blood-red tongue, slowly and seductively licking the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Her voice held a hint of seduction and reproach: "Brother Shen, you're pleading for her, does that mean you've fallen for her? Hmm?"

As she spoke, her fingertips slowly traced Shen Shuchou's chest, her nails intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his skin.

Shen Shuchou's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he felt his mouth was dry. Faced with Fifth Qinghan's questioning, he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing this, Fifth Qinghan's smile twisted even more, carrying a morbid madness: "Then let her watch, let her see who Brother Shen really is!"

Then, Fifth Qinghan, like a virtuous wife, gently and seductively undressed Shen Shuchou beneath her.

The flickering candlelight cast ambiguous shadows in the room, reflecting her slender figure on the wall.

Her waist swayed like a nimble water snake, rising and falling slightly with her body, every movement exuding extreme charm and madness.

From Fifth Qinghan's blood-stained cherry lips, seductive moans occasionally escaped.

This feast of intertwined desires was silently watched by that head filled with fear.