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

Ever since that news about the world's will swept through the cultivation world, and its accuracy has been repeatedly proven.

The entire cultivation world was as if a huge stone had been thrown in, and the once calm lake surface instantly became turbulent.

In just a few months, the Death Court, the leading sect of the Demonic Cult, became the public enemy of the cultivation world.

The Death Court, once feared in the darkness, is now in an unprecedented predicament.

Not only did the righteous sects launch a united attack against it, but even the evil sects, which also belonged to the demonic path, posed a considerable problem to the Death Court for the sake of the legendary world will.

Despite its formidable strength, the Death Court was gradually becoming overwhelmed by the combined attack of numerous sects in the cultivation world.

However, these sects did not act blindly; their target was precisely the Fifth Sister.

After all, the embodiment of the world's will resides within them; whoever obtains them will have the opportunity to control that supreme power.

When Fifth Qinghan, one of them, learned of this news, he vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

She was like a drop of water that merged into the ocean; no matter how hard people searched, they could not find a trace of her.

On the other side, when the Northern Region's Haoyue Sword Sect learned that Fifth Shu Shuang was the embodiment of the world's will, they also began a large-scale search for her whereabouts.

At this time, the cultivation world was basically divided into two parts, one of which firmly believed that the wisp of world will of Fifth Qinghan was in the Death Court.

Therefore, they focused their attacks on the Death Court, attempting to obtain the world's will from it.

The other group, mainly composed of the Haoyue Sword Sect, did not want to cause unnecessary casualties with the Death Court, so they focused their efforts on finding the whereabouts of the Fifth Book Twin.

But no matter how hard they searched, they could not find a single trace of the two.

Even Shan Mengsheng couldn't contact Wu Shushuang, but that was enough for her.

She doesn't need the power of the world's will; all she wants is to stop Danchi.

As Shan Chi's younger sister, Shan Mengsheng always believed that Shan Chi's ambition drove him to do those crazy things.

However, what she didn't know was that he wasn't the one driving this ambition from the beginning.

At this moment, Fangzhou City was still bustling, with the sounds of the marketplace never ceasing. However, the Shen family welcomed a group of uninvited guests on this day.

This was a group of five people, led by a cold-faced young man. He wore a moon-white robe, and his whole being seemed to have walked out of a snowy world, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance.

Behind him were four people, two men and two women, all with cold expressions and sharp eyes, clearly not ordinary people.

When the servants of the Shen family learned that the five people who had suddenly arrived at the Shen family were not only cultivators whom mortals looked up to, but also came from the Haoyue Sword Sect, they panicked and hurriedly ran to inform the head of the Shen family, Shen Zhoucheng.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhoucheng was startled and quickly personally escorted the group inside.

He was uneasy, constantly wondering if Shen Xuejian had made a mistake within the sect, or if there was something else going on.

Shen Zhoucheng led everyone to the reception room, carefully invited them to sit down, and hurriedly had tea served.

He rubbed his hands together, his face plastered with a fawning smile, but his eyes kept stealing glances at the cold-faced youth.

However, the first words spoken by the cold-faced young man surprised Shen Zhoucheng.

"Do you have anyone here named Fifth Shushuang or Fifth Qinghan?"

The cold-faced young man's voice was icy and devoid of any emotion.

After a slight pause, Shen Zhoucheng carefully observed the young man's expression. He saw that the other man's face was expressionless, and his deep eyes were like a cold pool, making him unfathomable.

For a moment, he was unsure what this person wanted to do. After all, this person was a cultivator with abilities beyond those of ordinary people, and if he accidentally angered the other party, it would be something he couldn't bear.

Moreover, the person was asking about the fifth book, which made him even more puzzled.

"Old man, I'm asking you a question, why aren't you answering?"

Seeing that Shen Zhoucheng remained silent, a woman behind the young man angrily rebuked him.

The woman's eyebrows were raised, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and her face was full of impatience.

Shen Zhoucheng was immediately jolted and shivered, then said, "There are no two people in my Shen residence that the immortal mentioned."

Although Shen Zhoucheng couldn't figure out what the newcomer wanted to do, he could sense that the other party was up to no good.

Moreover, after that incident, Shen Zhoucheng did not want the fifth sister to cause any more trouble for the Shen family.

The young man's face remained expressionless upon hearing this. He took a small sip of tea and said casually, "Do you know that lying to me comes at a price?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhoucheng was startled again, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

But he still forced himself to remain calm and said, "I am just a mortal, how dare I lie to the immortal? There is indeed no one in this manor that the immortal is looking for."

Upon hearing this reply again, the young man did not speak further, but instead made a gesture behind him.

The gesture was simple yet cold. Behind him, a burly man instantly grinned, a sinister smile spreading across his rough face.

His eyes revealed a bloodthirsty excitement, and Shen Zhoucheng immediately sensed something was wrong. But before he could say anything, he saw a long sword gleaming with cold light appear in the strong man's hand.

Under his shocked gaze, the longsword slashed towards him with a "rip!" The ear-piercing sound rang in Shen Zhoucheng's ears.

Warm blood instantly splattered all over his body, and the pungent smell of blood almost suffocated him.

Shen Zhoucheng turned his head stiffly, and that one glance almost made him faint.

The servants who were serving him were cleaved in two by that sword, their flesh and blood mixed together, emitting a nauseating stench.

Shen Zhoucheng had lived for decades and had never seen such a tragic scene, yet now it was happening right before his eyes.

He felt dizzy and his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Before he could even react, the young man's voice rang in his ears again: "This is the price you pay for deceiving me. If you don't speak for a moment, someone will die, until everyone here is killed."

Immediately afterwards, screams echoed throughout the vast Shen mansion, and countless drops of blood filled the courtyard.

In the hands of a cultivator, crushing these mortals is as simple as stepping on an ant.

Those lives that were vibrant in ordinary times vanished like fragile ants under this cruel slaughter.

Hearing the screams around him, Shen Zhoucheng's aged eyes froze for a moment, as if he were in a terrifying nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Only when he saw a figure about to die tragically under the blood-stained sword did he quickly come to his senses and cry out in terror, "I'll talk, I'll talk, don't kill him, don't kill him!"

After saying that, Shen Zhoucheng tried to rush towards the figure, but was immediately kicked hard into the chair.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest and almost couldn't breathe.

"Father! Who are you people?"

The figure on the other side was Shen Jianxing, who was holding a knife and staring at the group with a face full of resentment.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the burly man reached out a hand, grabbed his throat, and lifted him up.

Shen Jianxing lifted his feet off the ground and desperately tried to pry open the iron-like hand, but to no avail.

"I know the person you're talking about. Don't kill him, don't kill him."

Shen Zhoucheng roared in terror, his voice filled with despair and pleading.

At this moment, he had already lost Shen Shuchou, and he absolutely could not lose Shen Jianxing now.