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

At the time, Gu Jian had temporarily entrusted his younger sister to a family surnamed Wang in the mortal world.

But when he returned to his hometown, the entire Wang family had suffered a terrible tragedy, and even his younger sister, who was still an infant in her swaddling clothes, had disappeared without a trace.

At that time, Gu Jian was already seriously injured, and the pursuers were close behind him, forcing him to suppress the shock and pain in his heart.

Having exhausted their last bit of strength, they returned to the Jade Balance Sword Sect. Only by activating the sect's sword formation could they find a glimmer of hope for survival.

After returning to the mountain, Gu Jian devoted himself to the sword formation in seclusion. During those days and nights, the shadow of his sister's disappearance was like a bone-deep affliction, almost dragging him into the abyss of inner demons countless times.

Fortunately, the righteous sword intent contained in the Jade Balance Sword Formation constantly cleansed his mind, allowing him to gradually escape from the brink of self-blame and madness after the day-to-day torment and stabilize his mind.

Sixteen years passed in the blink of an eye after that.

When he emerged from seclusion again, he felt no remorse for losing his sister, only the resolute determination to shatter all laws with a single sword.

He will use his sword and his name to sever all taboos in the world and reopen the orthodox path to immortality.

Even so, deep within his heart, which was covered by layers of fierce sword intent, there was still a sliver of embers that had not been extinguished, concerning the whereabouts of his sister.

Otherwise, his first battle after his birth would not have been aimed directly at the Abyss Temple of Ya Ye. As early as sixteen years ago, he suspected that Ya Ye had kidnapped his sister.

In the instant he drew his sword, the surging sword intent overwhelmed that thought like a tidal wave, and even he himself temporarily forgot about it.

But at this moment, the words of the being that Ya Ye referred to as the Ancient Venerable were like a spark falling into dry tinder, instantly igniting the dormant thoughts in Gu Jian's heart, causing them to surge endlessly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Jian vanished from his spot in an instant. He wanted to see for himself who the human in Ya Ye's arms was.

Ya Ye was prepared. Seeing his movement, he immediately held the unconscious Gu Qingran tightly in his arms, trying to avoid this thunderous attack.

But his speed was ultimately too slow.

The next instant, Gu Jian's expressionless face came into Ya Ye's view, right in front of him.

Gu Qingran, who was in his arms, also came into Gu Jian's view—but Ya Ye was holding her face directly in his arms, blocking her features, so Gu Jian could not see her clearly.

But at this moment, whether he saw things clearly or not was no longer important to Gu Jian.

Because he could clearly feel his body trembling uncontrollably, as if a thousand thunderclaps were exploding inside him.

It was a resonance surging from the depths of his bloodline, its intensity even more powerful than the sword's cry that he unleashed, shaking his mind and making his sword-wielding hand go slightly numb.

Sixteen years have passed since I last saw my sister. This should have been a joyous reunion after a calamity.

But for some reason, a thought that chilled even himself suddenly surged into Gu Jian's mind.

The thought clung to him like a leech, compelling him to involuntarily raise the sword in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Ya Ye's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Gu Jian, have you gone mad!"

He could clearly sense that this sudden burst of chilling killing intent was not aimed at him, but directly at Gu Qingran in his arms.

Ya Ye was even more certain that Gu Jian already knew that the woman he was holding in his arms was his long-lost sister.

At first, he was worried that Gu Qingran would be taken away by Gu Jian, but now he saw the other party's sword-wielding gesture and the undisguised killing intent.

A bone-chilling cold shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head; this cold was even more suffocating than the despair Gu Jian had brought earlier.

Ya Ye never imagined that Gu Jian would harbor murderous intentions towards his own sister.

"So you're Gu Jian, who calls himself the greatest swordsman in the world? How dare you draw your sword before me! How insolent!"

The next moment, the ancient venerable's angry roar suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth, causing the void to hum.

Before the words were finished, a giant hand covered in long, black hair and with hooked claws suddenly emerged from the darkness of the forbidden land.

A shadow that blotted out the sky instantly enveloped Gu Jian's seemingly tiny figure, and a destructive pressure crashed down like Mount Tai.

"roll!"

A cold glint flashed in Gu Jian's eyes, and his cold shout was like a thunderclap.

In an instant, the ancient sword in his hand seemed to burst forth from its sheath with a dragon's roar, and a dazzling sword light surged out from the spine of the sword.

The moment the sword was drawn, even the forbidden land trembled under its blade.

boom!

The sword light and the giant hand collided fiercely, without any dragging struggle, only a crushing and overwhelming force!

The colossal dark hand, capable of covering thousands of miles, was ripped open as if made of paper, its black claws and flesh splattering like rain.

Seeing this opening, Ya Ye didn't hesitate to grab Gu Qingran and swoop down towards the forbidden area below.

Since feeling the bloodline resonance earlier, and being entangled by the will in his heart that was almost devouring his reason, Gu Jian had no intention of fighting this forbidden creature.

Even the ancient venerable one hiding in the dark and forbidden land couldn't help but gasp and his expression changed drastically after being hit by this attack.

The instant he repelled the giant hand, Gu Jian's sword, its edge still gleaming, shot straight at Ya Ye's back like a vengeful streak.

The heavily injured Yaya was already at his limit, how could he withstand such a thunderous attack?

The sword light easily tore through his mangled body, and with an unparalleled force, it pinned him to the ground, his blood instantly staining the scorched earth beneath him.

The violent impact caused Gu Qingran to slip from his arms and fall to the ground a short distance away.

Immediately afterward, to Ya Ye's astonishment and anger, Gu Jian's figure appeared beside Gu Qingran like a ghost.

Gazing at the girl's pale, paper-like face, Gu Jian's heart trembled violently. At such close range, the resonance of his bloodline surged within him like a tsunami, almost overturning his reason.

Even so, the sinister thought in his heart was still driving him to slowly raise the ancient sword in his hand.

"Gu Jian! Qingran is your sister! Have you gone mad? You actually want to kill her!"

Ya Ye was pinned to the ground, letting out a beastly roar from his throat, his voice hoarse with extreme anger.

Upon hearing this, Gu Jian slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes icy cold: "What did you say her name was?"

Ya Ye met his gaze, a gaze that seemed capable of transforming everything into a sword domain, and spoke with a voice dripping with blood: "Her name is Gu Qingran! She's your own sister! Sixteen years ago, I was the one who took her away!"

"Gu Qingran...that's quite an elegant name."

Gu Jian's voice was as light as the wind rustling through withered leaves, yet it carried a chilling coldness. "It's just a pity that my sister turned to dust sixteen years ago."

Before the words were even finished, the ancient sword hanging over Gu Qingran's head had already pierced down decisively.

"Pfft."

The soft sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh echoed through the deathly silence of this forbidden land, like shattered jade and torn silk.

Fresh blood meandered down the sword's edge, like a scarlet snake licking the cold blade, then dripped onto the ground, spreading into pitiful spots.

The girl's pale face furrowed in pain, her long eyelashes trembling like startled butterfly wings, yet she remained trapped in a dreamless daze, unable to open her heavy eyelids.

"Gu Jian! You heartless bastard! I will grind you to dust!"

Ya Ye watched this scene with his own eyes wide open, his roar filled with blood and tears, as if he were about to shout out his very soul.

Gu Jian lowered his eyes to look at Gu Qingran beneath him, his gaze as cold as an ancient, icy pool, yet deep within that pool surged a agonizing pain powerful enough to burn away one's very soul.

How could he have wanted this? What urged him to draw his sword was the sword in his heart, whose soul was to sever taboos.

That sword embodies the Dao he forged through sixteen years of seclusion, the bones forged by the Jade Balance Sword Intent, and the ironclad rule that all those who are not orthodox should be punished.

It flows in his blood, roars in his soul, and has long been intertwined with his will.

If the girl before him were just an ordinary girl raised by a common family, he would take her hand and return her to his sect, protecting her with the orthodox path of immortality.

But ironically, during those sixteen years, she lived with taboos and coexisted with beings like Ya Ye.

In the judgment of the sword in his heart, she had long been tainted by forbidden filth and had become someone who deserved to be killed.

The sword trembled slightly within the girl's flesh, as if urging him to sever this last ties, or as if resonating with the tearing struggle in his heart.

Gu Jian could clearly sense that if he struck now, the sword in his heart that adhered to the ironclad rules would surely reach a new peak.

At that time, the chances of breaking the taboos of the world will increase even further.

But if he doesn't cut it off, once the soft connection of blood takes root, how will he deal with his sword heart that has been dedicated to cutting taboos for sixteen years?

The sword strike hadn't hit any vital organs. Just as he drew his sword and turned it towards the girl's heart, determined to end things, a faint murmur suddenly came from beneath him.

"Brother...where are you...it hurts so much...brother..."

The voice was as soft as a feather brushing against the heart, yet it made Gu Jian's eyes tremble violently.

The icy killing intent in his eyes rippled like a lake touched by a spring breeze in this murmur, and even his hand holding the sword loosened slightly.

Unbeknownst to him, Gu Jian, who had always stood tall and never bent over, suddenly knelt down on the ground.

He carefully brought his ear close to the girl's lips, as if he wanted to etch that faint sound, every single detail, into her very bones.

"Brother...it hurts so much...Brother...where are you...?"

Gu Qingran's murmured words rang out again, clear as if they carried warmth, drilling straight into Gu Jian's ears.

Ya Ye watched quietly from the side, only to see Gu Jian's Adam's apple bob as he spoke softly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Brother... I... am..."

These few words, uttered from his mouth who was always decisive and ruthless, were even more painful than a sword cutting through flesh.

A self-reproachful smile curved his lips, the pain mirroring that of losing his sister sixteen years ago.

Immediately, a warm, moist energy rose from his palm and slowly flowed into the girl's bleeding wound.

In the blink of an eye, the sword wound had healed completely. Gu Qingran's slightly furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed, and her pale lips fell silent as she drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

Having done all this, Gu Jian seemed to have made up his mind. He slowly picked up Gu Qingran and walked step by step toward Ya Ye, who was nailed to the ground.

With trembling hands, he finally handed the girl's body to Yaya's arms.

"Let's go."

His voice was hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "I, Gu Jian, have never had a sister. I was born alone, and I will die alone. Go now. If I see you again, I will take your life."

As Ya Ye looked at him, he, being someone who also protected Gu Qingran, could vaguely understand the pain of being torn apart by morality and emotion.

However, their positions were ultimately different. Gu Jian had already chosen to be an enemy of the entire forbidden world, and they were precisely the forbidden things he wanted to eradicate.

"Thanks."

Ya Ye said softly, without the slightest hesitation, and turned to leave with Gu Qingran in his arms, his figure quickly disappearing into the deep darkness.

Watching the two disappear completely, the sword in Gu Jian's heart seemed to dim slightly, its sharpness diminished somewhat.

Even so, the aura surging around him was still terrifyingly powerful, and the rolling pressure was like a raging wave crashing against the shore, causing the entire forbidden land to tremble.

"I'm very angry right now."

He looked up into the forbidden depths, his voice colder than the desolate night, "What you just did really angered me."

Hiding in the darkness, the ancient sage looked at the figure that resembled a god of death descending to earth and naturally understood that these words were directed at him.

A chill ran down its spine as it wondered if it had been tricked by that brat, Ya Ye.