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

Wen Yuning did not leave. The physical pain was too great, but the pain in her heart was even greater.

The seeds of resentment had already sprouted and taken deep root in my heart.

Wen Yuning leaned wearily against the wall, just like she had cried when she left this place seven years ago.

She had nothing left to care about. The once joyful Wen family mansion was gone, and the beloved Young Master Shen had left because of her.

Even her older sister, with whom she grew up, has changed. She has become so indifferent that she no longer recognizes her.

She and Jiang Qianqiu were so alike; both were people ravaged by hatred, and neither of them had a home.

Unlike Jiang Qianqiu, Wen Yuning couldn't even grasp or see her own destiny clearly.

Wen Yuning, who was already in despair, felt a spark of hope ignite when she saw Jiang Qianqiu again.

Jiang Qianqiu is the flame of revenge burning in Wen Yuning's heart.

Even though this is just the beginning of a fire, Wen Yuning firmly believes that a single spark can start a prairie fire.

There will come a day when Wen Yuning will see those people pay the price they deserve.

During this time, Wen Yuning must live well; she wants to see that day with her own eyes.

"You were kicked out too."

Wen Yuning noticed someone was looking at her and turned to face Shang Jing's dog head.

When Di Jing was discovered, he awkwardly turned his head away, mentally sorting through the gossip he had overheard.

There seems to be some big secret between the two women and the male corpse.

Di Jing felt nauseous, especially when his master did that kind of thing to a corpse.

Not only that, even the woman who suddenly appeared seemed to have a great interest in the corpse.

Di Jing really couldn't understand these human women. He didn't understand their love and romance, but he felt like they were starting to get smarter.

Fortunately, I'm not interested in any of these things; nothing beats the exhilaration of improving my cultivation.

Di Jing revealed a disdainful look.

Wen Yuning was both amused and exasperated, feeling as if she had been looked down upon by a dog.

Wen Yuning's cultivation was insufficient, so she couldn't see that this comical black dog was actually a powerful demon.

"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this the high and mighty second young lady of the Wen family?"

At that moment, a mocking voice came from behind.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wen Yuning looked up sharply and, upon seeing the person, was filled with hatred as she said, "Zhao Hongye."

"Oh! Miss Wen misses me so much that you call me so affectionately? I'm a little flattered."

Zhao Hongye walked over in a magnificent robe, his eyes brimming with sarcasm.

Behind them followed the hunchbacked old man who remained hidden in his black robe.

The old man's eyes, hidden in the shadows, immediately locked onto Di Jing, who was lying on the side.

After looking him over and over but finding nothing amiss, he immediately frowned and looked worried.

Upon arriving here, the old man in black robes vaguely sensed something was amiss; the dark clouds shrouding the sky seemed to foreshadow an ominous sign.

In a daze, I seemed to foresee my own impending doom.

Now that he had suddenly left his body three years ago, and this place was the territory of the Netherworld Sect, who could be his nemesis? It couldn't be this seemingly stupid black dog, could it?

The old man in the black robe kept comforting himself.

"I kill you."

Wen Yuning stood up, her eyes blazing with murderous intent.

To see this enemy from the depths of my heart again, the culprit who wiped out the entire Wen family and killed Young Master Shen.

Hatred instantly overwhelmed her reason, and over the past seven years, Zhao Hongye's evil deeds have become increasingly egregious.

The entire Tianwu Dynasty was reduced to his harem, and the puppet emperor was responsible for capturing young girls for his pleasure.

This included women from some minor sects, none of whom could escape Zhao Hongye's clutches.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuning produced a long sword in her hand, which flashed with a cold light and thrust straight forward.

Zhao Hongye smiled sneer and let the sword strike him without flinching.

In an instant, the long sword in Wen Yuning's hand was shattered by the protective true energy, and her wrist was grabbed and pulled away.

What a foolish woman, daring to go up there with no ability whatsoever.

Di Jing lay to the side, complaining.

"Miss Wen couldn't resist coming into my arms so quickly? Tsk tsk tsk, the once high and mighty Miss Wen has now been reduced to talking to a dead dog."

Zhao Hongye looked at the delicate body in his hands and said mockingly.

???

Di Jing, who had been lying down, suddenly stood up, bared his fangs, and glared angrily at them.

If it weren't for Jiang Qianqiu being there, Di Jing would probably have slapped that ignorant ant to death long ago.

Zhao Hongye didn't care at all; in his eyes, it was just a dog that he could easily kick to death.

He was completely focused on the ethereal Wen Yu Ning, unaware that a deadly crisis was quietly looming.

"Miss Wen, why don't you guess how I knew you were here?"

Zhao Hongye's eyes were full of mockery.

"She told you."

Wen Yuning paused in her struggle, her pretty face turning pale.

Is she so eager to give herself to the person she hates the most?

"You guessed right, but there's no surprise. To be honest, it's no fun for you to stay in the Water Moon Palace. Being a woman without sexual desire means you can't experience the ultimate pleasures of life. It's a pity I won't get to enjoy your beautiful older sister, but I still have you. Tonight, I'll let you experience the life of a god."

Zhao Hongye's eyes were filled with lust, and he wished he could take the delicate Wen Yuning right there and then.

"Zhao Hongye, don't you check the almanac before you go out?"

Suddenly, pale-faced Wen Yuning seemed to remember something and changed her tone, speaking coldly.

Zhao Hongye's smile froze as he asked, "What do you mean?"

"It seems my so-called mother has inadvertently wanted you dead."

Wen Yuning didn't say it explicitly, but her frosty expression seemed to say it all.

Zhao Hongye thought Wen Yuning was just bluffing him, and his face showed an arrogant and unruly expression, saying: "Who can hurt me here, and who dares to hurt me?"

Looking at Zhao Hongye's reckless attitude, Wen Yuning sneered, "Do you think I'm bluffing?"

The next moment, Wen Yuning suddenly roared towards the other courtyard: "Jiang Qianqiu, why aren't you making a move? How long are you going to keep hugging and kissing Young Master Shen?"

Upon hearing this, a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the two of them in the courtyard.

Zhao Hongye was suddenly stunned. The black-robed old man behind him felt a chill run down his spine and his face changed as he shouted in alarm, "Young Master, run! Use the Great Teleportation Talisman to get there quickly!"

Before Zhao Hongye could make a move, a bolt of black lightning shot out and blasted him away.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Qianqiu's shadow appeared above the group, his terrifying aura like that of a world-destroying demon god descending upon the world.

The old man in black robes had a dry throat and his eyes were filled with fear; he felt an overwhelming pressure.

Zhao Hongye, who was struck by the black lightning, did not die. He got up from the pile of stones in a disheveled state. His face no longer showed the arrogant look he had just had. Without hesitation, he took out a paper talisman, poured his true energy into it, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

"A substitution talisman and a teleportation talisman? Let's see how long you can run."

Jiang Qianqiu's eyes were cold, and his figure instantly transformed into a black shadow as he chased after her at lightning speed.

"senior..."

The old man in black robes was still trying to avenge his sect's name when he heard a cold voice coming from the horizon.

"Kill him."

Before the old man in black robes could react, he felt a terrifying pressure emanating from him.

With terrified eyes, they saw the seemingly harmless black dog on the ground growing rapidly in size.

In an instant, a shadow as large as a small mountain loomed over him.

Click.

Di Jing twisted his head menacingly, his bones cracking with a sharp sound.

He grinned maliciously at the ants at his feet: "Damn it, I can finally turn back into my original form. That old man's true form will play with you for a bit."

In an instant, a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky slammed down.

boom!

The immense force caused the ground beneath their feet to collapse.

A cloud of smoke and dust rose, and the aftershocks spread in all directions, knocking down rows of houses like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

The old man quickly dodged to the side, his whole body trembling and his eyes still filled with lingering fear.

Holy crap.

The old Taoist's death was indeed related to a dog.

"Huh! Old man, you dodged pretty fast. I didn't kill you with one slap. Let's see how many more times you can dodge."

When Di Jing saw that he hadn't killed him with a slap, he suddenly became interested.

The old man in black robes was terrified and immediately unleashed his strongest technique, the Finger of Penetrating the Netherworld, which opened the gates of hell and revealed the Yellow Springs.

A massive amount of death energy blasted towards Dijing with tremendous force.

The scene was massive, with smoke billowing up like a whirlwind, obscuring the mountain-like figure.

The old man's eyes were fixed on what was ahead, just as a sliver of relief began to surface in his heart.

A terrifying head emerged from the smoke and dust, snarling, "Old man, are you tickling me?"

To the old man's astonishment, a massive shadow crashed down from the sky.

It’s over.

These were the last two words in the old man's heart.

On the other side, Zhao Hongye was completely terrified.

The person flies ahead, while the soul chases behind.

But the dark figure standing on the clouds kept following behind, with black lightning flashing from time to time.

He was in a terrible state. He only had one substitute talisman with him, which his master Qi Tianxia made with a lot of his blood essence. It was supposed to withstand a blow from an ordinary Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator, but now it had been shattered by that woman.

He only had three Great Teleportation Talismans, each capable of instantly teleporting a thousand miles. Now, he had used up all three, and his true energy was about to be exhausted.

Seeing the danger behind him getting closer and closer, Zhao Hongye hurriedly cried out for help: "Master, save me!"

Thousands of miles away, in the secluded cultivation area beneath the Netherworld Sect, Qi Tianxia suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who dares to kill my disciple?"

Qi Tianxia immediately calculated Zhao Hongye's location, only to find that he was at least five thousand miles away. Since he was currently in seclusion and could not go there himself, he could only travel there through the illusory image of the token on Zhao Hongye's body.

However, this would weaken his strength, and the further away he was, the more his strength would be weakened.

Before he could think any further, a phantom immediately descended upon him.

"Who are you, pursuing and killing my disciple?"

Qi Tianxia landed beside Zhao Hongye, who was panting heavily in the air.

Upon seeing his master arrive, Zhao Hongye immediately regained his confidence.

"Master, this is the woman who's been chasing me. Please catch her and seal her cultivation. I want to torture her to death."

Zhao Hongye's eyes were cold.

Qi Tianxia frowned, his eyes fixed on the dark cloud not far away.

As the dark clouds drew near, Qi Tianxia immediately discerned the opponent's cultivation level.

Nascent Soul stage?

No, this isn't your average Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Qi Tianxia frowned, sensing a power from Jiang Qianqiu comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Who are you, and whose disciples are you?"

Qi Tianxia's imposing aura clashed with Jiang Qianqiu's icy killing intent, causing the space around them to tremble violently.

The master behind such a disciple must also be a very important figure.

Whose disciple is he? Why have I never heard of such a person in the cultivation world?

Without seeing Jiang Qianqiu's moves, Qi Tianxia couldn't deduce who his master was.

"You are his master."

Jiang Qianqiu's eyes were cold and piercing.

"I am his master. Junior, tell me whose disciple you are."

Qi Tianxia said in an unyielding tone.

Jiang Qianqiu looked at him with bloodthirsty killing intent: "Heh~ Since you're his master, you deserve to die too."

"How dare you! No one has dared to speak to me like that in all these years!"

Qi Tianxia frowned and angrily rebuked, his imperial might pressing down upon them.

This pressure had no effect on Jiang Qianqiu.

"Old man, enough nonsense. You dare to bark at a mere phantom."

A flash of black light appeared in Jiang Qianqiu's cold eyes, and in an instant, dark clouds enveloped the sky.

With a flick of his finger, numerous thick black lightning bolts blasted forth, a strike resembling that of a demon god that caused the void to rumble.

Qi Tianxia's expression changed; he hadn't expected the girl to attack so suddenly.

Responding swiftly, he immediately struck out with a palm strike, a powerful blow that soared into the sky.

boom!

A terrifying force erupted between heaven and earth.

The moment they clashed, Qi Tianxia's expression changed; his power was being completely crushed by the black lightning.

Cracks appeared on the illusory image on his body, as if it would dissipate in the next second.

Qi Tianxia was so shocked that words could not describe it.

His illusory form possessed at least the strength of the early stage of the Void Transformation realm, yet it was now being suppressed by a girl in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Terrifying black lightning swept in, overwhelming everything with a force as immense as a heavenly tribulation.

"die."

Jiang Qianqiu closed in and took a step forward with one foot.

Rumble.

The surging fury of thunder, overwhelming all, instantly shattered the illusory image of Qi Tianxia into fragments.

"I'll leave you with one last piece of advice: I killed all your disciples, and I will kill you in five years."

Jiang Qianqiu's chilling words echoed between heaven and earth, and she knew that Qi Tianxia would definitely hear them.

Zhao Hongye, who had been gloating from the sidelines, was completely dumbfounded.

His master couldn't get anything good out of this woman of unknown origin.

Jiang Qianqiu didn't waste any words with this person; the black lightning at his fingertips instantly turned Zhao Hongye to ashes.

Inside the Tianwu Dynasty, Wen Yuning buried her head in Shen Shuchou's arms.

Tears streamed down her face as she murmured, "Young Master Shen, if only you still had a heartbeat."