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

The gale, carrying a biting chill, grew increasingly fierce, and the falling snow resembled a raging torrent stirred up by a dragon, churning wildly.

At this moment, in the frigid wilderness, a group of three stood proudly like eagles, unmoved by the swirling snow and wind.

"Elder Chen is right here."

Cui Qihang spoke first, his voice piercing through the howling wind.

These three were none other than Shen Xuejian from the Haoyue Sword Sect. Dressed in pristine white robes with a sword at her waist, Shen Xuejian was also among them.

The man addressed as Elder Chen was a middle-aged man carrying a sword on his back. He stood tall and straight, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

A pair of eagle eyes, sharp as sword light, were fixed on the vast, frigid wasteland beneath their feet.

He was the most skilled among them, and as an inner sect elder, he had already reached the profound realm of the Void Realm.

At his level of cultivation, he could pierce through the fog and pinpoint the aura of demonic cultivators with his mere perception.

Sure enough, Elder Chen glanced around and seemed to detect an unusual place in this vast and boundless, frigid wilderness.

Without the slightest hesitation, he sped off like a streak of light towards that place.

Two people followed closely behind, turning into three afterimages and disappearing into the wind and snow.

Meanwhile, inside the wooden cabin deep in the snow valley, Fifth Qinghan suddenly felt a sense of alarm, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly.

She looked up abruptly and peered through the window. A powerful aura, like a surging tide, was rapidly enveloping them.

Upon seeing this, Fifth Qinghan's face instantly turned ashen, and a chill seemed to emanate from his very bones.

Shen Shuchou, who usually had an indifferent expression, noticed her unusual behavior and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

Just as Shen Shuchou was making his own guesses, Fifth Qinghan turned around, a strange smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, her voice sweet as honey: "Brother Shen, you stay here and wait for Qinghan. Once Qinghan has dealt with these overconfident 'insects' outside, I'll come back to be with you."

After saying that, Fifth Qinghan's figure vanished from the room like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage.

On the other side, Elder Chen and two others were speeding through the snow when they suddenly stopped as if bound by a spell.

Elder Chen narrowed his eagle eyes, his sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through layers of wind and snow, staring intently ahead, the air thick with a tense, suffocating atmosphere.

In an instant, the howling wind seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, and it subsided slightly.

The drifting snowflakes seemed to be frozen in time, slowly pausing in mid-air.

At the same time, the space centered on the three people began to subtly distort.

Cracks, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, spread out like a spider web.

A terrifying chill suddenly rose like a surging undercurrent, instantly enveloping the three of them.

These strange phenomena foreshadowed the imminent arrival of something extremely terrifying.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

A dull sound, like the beating of a giant drum, suddenly rang out.

At first, the three of them cautiously searched for the source of the sound, but in an instant, they were horrified to find that the sound had quietly moved from their ears into their chests.

This wasn't the sound of drums at all; it was the sound of a heartbeat! The "thump-thump-thump" sound grew stronger and stronger.

Each heartbeat made the three of them feel a tightness in their chests, as if their hearts would explode from their flesh and blood under the immense pressure at any moment.

"Clang!"

Just at the critical moment, a sword cry, as sharp as snow breaking through the wind, suddenly pierced the sky.

The longsword behind Elder Chen instantly transformed into a dazzling sword light, tearing through the darkness and severing the eerie "thump thump" sound.

Elder Chen held his longsword, its tip pointing to the ground. His sharp gaze pierced through the thick snow and mist as he coldly demanded, "Now that you have shown yourself, why hide and refuse to come out and meet me?"

"You shouldn't be here. Everyone who disturbs us should die."

As soon as the words were spoken, a chilling female voice, like the mournful wail of a ghost in the dead of night, rang out in the ears of the three of them like a phantom.

Upon hearing this voice, the last trace of doubt that Shen Xuejian had was instantly dispelled, like morning mist dispersed by sunlight.

That voice belonged to the vanished Fifth Qinghan! She took a sudden step forward, her usually cold voice tinged with barely concealed panic: "Fifth Qinghan, where is my brother? What have you done to him?!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Chen and Cui Qihang turned around in surprise, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Judging from her words, Shen Xuejian, the sect leader's personal disciple who possesses the body of a sword immortal, actually has an unknown connection with this demonic cultivator, and her younger brother was even captured by this demonic cultivator!

But Shen Xuejian was too anxious to care about their gazes at the moment, and had no time to explain the reason.

All she could think about was how Shen Shuchou was doing, whether he was injured, and whether he was being tortured.

Although Shen Xuejian couldn't see where Fifth Qinghan was hiding, she could clearly sense a pair of demonic eyes as deep and malevolent as a dark pool.

Immediately afterward, she heard Fifth Qinghan's teasing voice: "It's you? Don't worry, it's good that Brother Shen is with Qinghan, but it would be even better if you troublesome insects were killed."

The tone was so indifferent, as if he were talking about something trivial.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the howling wind and snow in front of him, like a ghost.

The newcomer was dressed in a long black robe, as if it had been cut from the curtain of night.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, like a finely carved piece of jade, but her chilling aura was like a bone-deep infection, sending shivers down one's spine.

The moment she appeared, the already distorted space around her seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, becoming extremely unstable.

Upon seeing the person before them, Elder Chen and Cui Qihang's pupils dilated in shock.

Elder Chen, a Void Realm expert, actually sensed a faint yet real sense of danger emanating from Fifth Qinghan.

Cui Qihang, on the other hand, was enveloped by an aura of death so intense it was almost tangible.

Compared to the Fifth Qinghan I met a month ago, this time she was even more terrifying and chilling.

"Fifth Qinghan, give my brother back to me immediately!"

Shen Xuejian stared intently at Fifth Qinghan, who was surrounded by demonic energy, with her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and said, word by word.

"Heh..." Fifth Qinghan let out a sharp, piercing laugh, a mocking smile curving his lips. "If you've got the guts, come and take it yourself!"

"Why waste words with her? Just attack!"

Elder Chen roared, his voice booming like a bell, causing the surrounding snowflakes to flutter down.

Before he finished speaking, the longsword in his hand flashed with a cold light, carrying a sharp sword aura, like a silver lightning bolt, instantly tearing through the air and shooting towards Fifth Qinghan.

Faced with this demonic cultivator who even he felt threatened, Elder Chen dared not hold back in the slightest.

The powerful cultivation of the Void Realm was released without reservation, and the surrounding space trembled slightly due to this immense power.

Sensing the dazzling sword light rushing towards him, the Demon Heart of the Sovereign within Fifth Qinghan pounded wildly, and surging demonic blood roared and surged through his veins.

In an instant, a terrifying, domineering demonic power surged outwards from her center.

She spread her five fingers, and the dense demonic energy, like a long black river, instantly condensed into a dark longsword. Runes flickered on the blade, emanating a chilling aura.

Immediately afterwards, Fifth Qinghan raised her eyebrows, let out a delicate shout, and slashed upwards with her long sword!

A dark blade shadow, shrouded in endless demonic energy, roared out and collided violently with Elder Chen's sword light.

In an instant, light shone everywhere, and waves of air surged forth. The surrounding snowflakes were instantly shredded by this powerful force and turned into nothingness.

A fierce wind howled, space distorted, and a huge energy vortex formed at the point of their clash, seemingly about to devour everything.

At this moment, on the other side of the frigid wasteland, two figures were also rapidly approaching this side.