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

Upon hearing this, a murderous intent flashed like lightning in Fifth Qinghan's cold eyes, and his demonic power surged wildly around him, gathering in his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly turned around, unleashing a punch towards Shan Chi, carrying boundless ferocity.

Even though Fifth Qinghan felt nothing but disgust and even murderous intent towards her sister at this moment.

But the premise is that only her own hands can kill her sister; no outsider is allowed.

Therefore, when Shan Chi's dangerous remarks reached her ears, she immediately took action.

This punch was both a sharp warning and a test of Shan Chi's strength.

This punch, imbued with intense killing intent, made Mo Ying, who was standing to the side, tremble involuntarily, feeling a strong sense of oppression.

However, in Shan Chi's eyes, this punch was like child's play.

He didn't move an inch; with just a casual wave of his hand, he easily dissolved the surging demonic power into nothingness.

Fifth Qinghan watched helplessly as Shan Chi effortlessly deflected the attack. His icy pupils contracted instantly, and the chill surging in his eyes intensified.

Just as she was about to speak, Shan Chi strolled leisurely up to her.

Dan Chi remained calm, his tone nonchalant: "In this world, the only one who can lend you a helping hand is me. Whether it's removing obstacles like your sister or other thorny problems, it's all within my grasp."

These words instantly reminded Fifth Qinghan of all the obstacles—her sister, Shen Xuejian, and so on.

The next time, these obstacles will surely be strengthened, and it is now quite difficult for her to do it alone.

Fifth Qinghan did not respond hastily. After a moment's thought, she raised her eyes and looked directly at Shan Chi, coldly asking, "Who exactly are you people?"

A meaningful smile curled at the corner of Shan Chi's lips as he slowly uttered two words: "Death Court."

In an instant, Fifth Qinghan's pupils trembled violently, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on the smiling Shan Chi before him.

This is the third time I've heard of the Court of Death.

Unlike the previous two times, this time, the members of the Death Court actually took the initiative to invite her to join their ranks.

"You may leave! I will never join the Death Court in my entire life!"

Without a second thought, Fifth Qinghan resolutely refused.

At this moment, a murderous intent surged within her, almost bursting forth from her body. However, reason told her that the young man before her was unfathomable and that she was no match for him. She could only forcefully suppress her murderous intent.

Dan Chi's gaze was sharp, keenly capturing the inner struggle of Fifth Qinghan. A mocking smile appeared on his lips: "If that's the case, why did you become a disciple of the Death Court and take them as your master?"

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan's pupils dilated slightly again, and the image of that person instantly came to mind.

The one who taught her cultivation and told her that it was the Death Court that destroyed the Fifth Family.

The last time she met that person was when she and Shen Xuejian were both badly injured. She caught a glimpse of that familiar figure landing beside her.

When she woke up, that person was not by her side, but she had a question in her heart. She could feel that it was Brother Shen who had been with her during the month she was in a coma.

But why was it that the last person she saw before she fell into a coma was the one who taught her cultivation?

This question lingered in her mind ever since she woke up.

However, Shan Chi's next astonishing words made Fifth Qinghan tremble.

"What if I told you that your Brother Shen and your Master might be the same person?"

Dan Chi said calmly.

His voice was calm and steady, yet it resounded like a thunderclap in Fifth Qinghan's heart.

Her eyes widened in disbelief at what she was hearing.

Ever since that day when Shan Mengsheng recounted the events that occurred in the frigid wasteland, and the masked man who appeared at the end.

He already had some guesses, after all, he had previously tested Shen Shuchou.

But in the end, the chessboard was overturned by another pair of large hands.

Looking back at the whole affair now, the owner behind that giant hand is very likely the Hidden Venerable.

As one of the four Dark Lords of the Death Court, Yin Zun would never again go to teach Fifth Qinghan cultivation without a reason.

All these coincidences led Shan Chi to a guess.

Even though Yin Zun and Fang Zhoucheng, the third young master of the Shen family, are not the same person, there must be some connection between them.

Dan Chi said these words for two reasons: first, to present his own deductions, and second, to dissuade Fifth Qinghan from refusing to join the Death Court.

As expected, when Fifth Qinghan heard these words, her first reaction was to deny them outright, thinking it impossible.

But soon, she suddenly fell silent again.

Dan Chi's words gradually aligned with the doubts in her heart, a discovery that Fifth Qinghan found hard to accept.

The light that once rescued her and her sister from darkness may now very well be the very one that plunged her into endless darkness.

Gazing at Fifth Qinghan's expression, Shan Chi knew she was wavering, so he continued, "Join the Death Court, and I will give you everything you want to know and everything you desire."

Dan Chi's gaze was fixed on Fifth Qinghan.

"I want to see him."

Fifth Qinghan looked at Shan Chidao.

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

Although that statement overlapped with the doubts in my heart, they were all just guesses after all.

Upon hearing this, Shan Chi nodded slightly without hesitation and said, "Tonight, I will let you see it for yourself."

He was equally curious about what this mysterious hermit looked like.

Since learning about the situation here, Shan Chi has also wanted to meet the mysterious Hidden Lord of the Death Court.

Although the other party was a member of the Death Court, each of the four Dark Lords was extremely mysterious, and their direct allegiance was only to the Death Court, not to him, the sect leader.

Apart from Dan Mengsheng, who knew the true nature of the Nightmare Lord, the other three were completely unaware.

As time went by, the frigid wasteland was soon shrouded in an eternal night.

Night fell like a giant black curtain, tightly enveloping the entire wasteland.

Dan Chi had not left, but instead waited until this time to communicate with Shen Shuchou's clone through a unique secret technique within the Death Court.

In a room of the Shen family in Fangzhou City, Shen Shuchou had just finished teaching Fifth Shushuang his cultivation and returned to his room when he sensed fluctuations coming from that clone.

His brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, he quickly summoned the clone and transferred his consciousness into it.

As soon as he took control of the clone, Shen Shuchou's brows furrowed deeply.

He discovered that someone was communicating with this body through some means, and without a doubt, the one using this means was one of the Dead Court's people.

But what shocked Shen Shuchou was that the direction of the fluctuations was pointing towards the extremely cold wilderness.

Given that Fifth Qinghan is still there, why would the people of the Death Court appear there and communicate with this body?

Shen Shuchou now roughly understands that his appearance a month ago led to the exposure of his identity.

Given this, Shen Shuchou understood that he absolutely could not follow this fluctuation to find his way there.

But then he thought again, since Fifth Qinghan was right there, he had no choice but to go and find out what was going on.

After much deliberation, Shen Shuchou decided to make a trip to the extreme cold wilderness, even though this trip might very well leave his clone there.

But for the sake of Fifth Qinghan, he had no choice but to go.

With this in mind, Shen Shuchou quickly moved towards the direction of the extremely cold wilderness.

His figure flashed across the night sky like a black lightning bolt, bringing with it a whistling sound.

In less than an hour, Shen Shuchou's figure crossed from Fangzhou City to the extremely cold wilderness once again.

The moment you step into the wasteland, the surrounding scenery changes drastically at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The darkness, which had been thick and inky, dissipated rapidly like morning mist, leaving the sky above as clear and blue as if it had been washed clean.

Not far away, a simple and ancient pavilion suddenly appeared.

Shen Shuchou's pupils contracted; he had seen this scene before and had been here before.

However, unlike the last time, this time it appeared as a clone.

But now that he was here, Shen Shuchou naturally wouldn't back down, and walked steadily toward the pavilion.

Stepping into the pavilion, the same figure in green robes still comes into view.

Unlike last time, this time there was a little girl making tea beside the woman in green.

When Shan Chi saw Shen Shuchou, he raised his hand slightly to gesture for him to sit down. Shen Shuchou remained silent and calmly sat down opposite him.

The little girl held two steaming cups of tea in her hands and placed them in front of the two men. Then she shrank to the side and secretly sized up Shen Shuchou with eyes like searchlights.

Dan Chi picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and the aroma of the tea instantly spread between his lips and teeth. He slowly said, "I told you before, we would definitely have the chance to meet again."

Shen Shuchou remained silent; these words should actually be spoken to his true form.

He knew in his heart that Shan Chi's words must mean that he had noticed something unusual.

"What do you want?"

Shen Shuchou lowered his voice.

Dan Chi smiled and tapped his fingers lightly on the chessboard carved on the stone table, saying, "We didn't win last time, how about we play another game this time?"

P.S.: Just getting my thoughts organized.