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

Time flies like an arrow; another month has passed in the blink of an eye. It is now September, and the autumn atmosphere is already strong.

That grand wedding in July seems like it was just yesterday, yet three whole months have passed.

Since then, Shen Shuchou and Fifth Qinghan have vanished without a trace, as if they had evaporated into thin air.

At this moment, the Shen residence was completely quiet.

Fifth Shushuang had emerged from that closed bridal chamber a month ago.

She stood quietly in the courtyard, letting the cool autumn breeze gently caress her body.

For the past month, Shen Xuejian has spent most of her time running around, trying her best to find any clues about Shen Shuchou and Fifth Qinghan.

In her spare time, she would stay at the Shen family home and carefully teach the Fifth Book dual cultivation.

At first, Shen Xuejian thought that Fifth Book Shuang had no talent or aptitude for cultivation.

However, to her utter surprise, in just one month, Fifth Shu Shuang successfully crossed the Innate Realm and smoothly entered the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Shen Xuejian was truly astonished by such an amazing speed of cultivation and such outstanding talent.

Back when Shen Xuejian first entered the Haoyue Sword Sect, her talent was in no way inferior to that of Fifth Shu Shuang, and in some aspects even more outstanding.

However, given that she possesses the body of a sword immortal and has been nourished by sword energy for many years, it is reasonable that her cultivation progresses rapidly.

Yet, Fifth Shu Shuang could also display such powerful cultivation talent, and what she was currently practicing was the unique secret technique of the Haoyue Sword Sect.

In this light, Fifth Shushuang can be considered half a disciple of the Bright Moon Sword Sect.

At this moment, Shen Xuejian's figure quietly appeared in the courtyard.

She gazed calmly at the motionless Fifth Shushuang, and casually waved her hand.

A long sword streaked through the air like a meteor, landing precisely at Fifth Shu Shuang's feet.

"Pick up the sword."

Shen Xuejian's voice was flat and calm, without the slightest ripple.

Upon hearing this, Fifth Shu Shuang slowly squatted down and reached out to grasp the sword hilt.

However, the instant her fingers touched the hilt of the sword, a sharp sword aura, like a razor-sharp blade, instantly tore her palm apart.

The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, instantly reaching the depths of my heart.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound, staining her palms crimson.

Shen Xuejian looked at this scene with no trace of pity in her eyes, only coldness and indifference.

"Your mind is too chaotic; a chaotic mind cannot hold a sword."

She said coldly.

This sword belongs to Shen Xuejian, and she has imbued it with an invisible sword aura using her profound swordsmanship.

In Shen Xuejian's view, since Fifth Shushuang is determined to embark on the path of cultivation, he must maintain inner purity and peace.

If one's mind is constantly unsettled, even with astonishing talent, one is highly susceptible to going astray and becoming possessed by demons during cultivation.

The purpose of this sword energy is to temporarily sever the distracting thoughts and impurities in Fifth Shu Shuang's heart.

Seeing this, Wang Lan, Shen's father, and the others felt a pang of pity, and their faces showed expressions of worry.

Several times, they wanted to speak up and dissuade Shen Xuejian, but each time the words were about to come out, Fifth Shushuang gently shook her head to stop them.

Fifth Shushuang stared at his bloodied and mangled hand, clenching his teeth tightly, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

She tried to calm herself down, but the image of Shen Shuchou and the appearance of Fifth Qinghan kept appearing in her mind and wouldn't go away.

"My path is not suitable for you."

Seeing the tragic scene before her, Shen Xuejian understood that the swordsmanship she cultivated was like an unsuitable weapon to Fifth Shushuang, difficult to wield.

She slightly raised her hand, intending to retract the longsword that exuded a sharp sword aura.

However, at that moment, Fifth Shushuang suddenly stretched out her trembling yet incredibly determined hand and gripped the sword hilt tightly.

In an instant, the ever-present sword energy surged forth again, like an enraged beast, rushing madly towards her.

The sharp sword energy sliced ​​across her skin like a blade, and the excruciating pain made her body tremble involuntarily.

But unlike before, this time, Fifth Shushuang clenched her teeth tightly, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking her clothes.

Her eyes revealed a resolute determination as she allowed the sword energy to ravage her body, leaving shocking wounds.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining her clothes bright red, and in just a few breaths, she was covered in blood.

Even so, she still gripped the sword hilt tightly, refusing to loosen her grip even slightly.

Because Fifth Shu Shuang knew in her heart that the only person who could currently teach her cultivation was Shen Xuejian, who was standing right in front of her.

This is her only chance. Only by seizing this opportunity and working hard in her cultivation can she protect Shen Shuchou in the future.

However, the next moment, the longsword seemed to have its own will and automatically slipped from her hand.

Losing its support, Fifth Shushuang collapsed to the ground like a flower ravaged by a storm, falling into a coma.

Shen Xuejian quickly walked to her side and took the long sword.

She crouched down slightly, placed her palm on Fifth Shushuang's body, and circulated her inner energy to soothe her injuries.

Seeing this, Wang Lan rushed over in a panic. She helped Wu Shushuang up, hugged her tightly, her eyes filled with heartache and anger. "How could you do this to her!"

She questioned Shen Xuejian loudly, her voice trembling with a hint of tears.

Father Shen also walked over slowly, looked at Shen Xuejian with a hint of reproach in his eyes, and gently scolded, "You child, you are too reckless in your actions."

Shen Xuejian did not respond, but simply stood there quietly. However, the indifference in her eyes had unconsciously faded considerably.

Just then, Shen Xuejian noticed that the longsword in her hand suddenly emitted a slight vibration.

She frowned immediately; it was a message from the sect telling her to return.

Although she didn't yet know the reason for the sect's message, Shen Xuejian understood that she had been away from the sect for three months and it was time to go back.

Moreover, using the sect's vast network of connections to find Fifth Qinghan's whereabouts is better than wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.

Thinking of this, Shen Xuejian immediately told her father that she needed to return to the sect for a while.

After saying that, she flashed and disappeared into the Shen family compound like a wisp of smoke.

Just as Shen Xuejian left, in the courtyard of the Shan family, one of the major families, a young man was playing chess with a woman opposite him.

He held the chess piece between two fingers, then suddenly paused, raised his head slightly, and looked in the direction Shen Xuejian had left, as if sensing something.

The woman he was playing chess with was none other than Shan Mengsheng, who had questioned Shen Shuchou on their wedding day about why he wouldn't marry her.

"What's wrong?"

Shan Mengsheng noticed his unusual behavior and asked softly.

"It's nothing!"

Dan Chi shook his head slightly, his gaze returning to the chessboard. Immediately, he placed his black piece with precision.

The moment the chess piece touched the board, a terrifying killing intent swept over it like a surging tide.

Dan Mengsheng felt a chill run down her spine. Looking at the chessboard again, she couldn't help but smile bitterly: "So many years have passed, and I still lost."

Dan Chi simply smiled slightly and remained silent.

"Now that you've returned from the Death Court, when are you planning to make your move?"

Shan Mengsheng's smile vanished, and she suddenly asked a question.

She was very familiar with Shan Chi; they both belonged to the Shan family.

On the surface, she was a member of Danchen Pavilion, but in reality, she was the Nightmare Lord, one of the four Dark Lords of the Death Court.

This Nightmare Lord and Shen Shuchou's clone are equally mysterious and unpredictable.

However, she has an even more secretive identity—she is Shan Chi's younger sister who possesses the bloodline source.

Apart from Shan Chi, no one else knew about her identity.

However, she had long since renounced her identity as the Dark Lord and severed all ties with her blood relatives.