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

"boom."

Zan Qi felt as if he had been struck by lightning. In an instant, cold sweat soaked through his clothes, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Just now, the relentless pressure of death and the devouring effect of that eerie purple light...

The excruciating pain of the flesh dissolving was like a nightmare forcibly abruptly cut off, leaving only a chaotic blank in my mind, with nothing left to remember.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me?"

In an instant, the inexplicable tremor subsided like the tide, and Zan Qi let out a low murmur, tinged with a lingering sense of dazedness.

He looked around and saw that everything was normal, without any abnormalities, but the strange feeling in his heart was like a bone-deep ailment.

This feeling was as if I had just narrowly escaped death.

He quickly suppressed this absurd thought, assuming it was just the backlash from practicing that forbidden method that had quietly arrived.

Looking back at the main room, it remained exactly as it had been before, without any changes.

Just as the shadow beneath his feet seemed to be stirring restlessly, about to climb over the lintel, a figure suddenly fell like a falling star, standing steadily in front of him and blocking his path.

"Young Miss".

Upon seeing who it was, Zan Qi felt a chill run down his spine, quickly concealed his aura, and bowed low as he called out.

Su Jueluo slightly raised her phoenix eyes, her gaze lingering briefly on Zan Qi before turning to the somber main hall. Her voice was as cold as shattered jade falling into an icy spring: "You intend to take his life?"

Zan Qi gazed at her profile outlined by the moonlight, her stray hairs fluttering slightly in the night breeze, but the deep emotions in her eyes were like a deep pool soaked in ink, which the wind could not dispel.

His throat moved slightly, and he finally said in a deep voice, "Yes."

He had some initial hesitation, but by this moment, he was determined to take the life of Shen Shuchou in the main room.

"You were sent by your father."

Su Jue Luo's voice was calm and even, as if she were stating something she already knew, without ever looking back.

"Yes."

Zan Qi's response remained simple.

"Then you should go back."

Her voice was light and gentle, yet it acted as an invisible barrier, keeping all the killing intent and turmoil behind her.

Upon hearing this, Zan Qi did not move an inch, but stood silently in the deep shadows, without uttering a word.

"I will explain this matter to my father myself."

Seeing that he remained motionless, Su Jue Luo's voice had already subtly hardened with a chill.

"Young Miss, you shouldn't be protecting him."

A deep voice came from the shadows, tinged with a hint of admonition, "This will only displease the master."

Upon hearing this, Su Jue Luo's lips, bathed in moonlight, curved slightly, a faint smile spreading across her face like ripples on water, fleeting in an instant.

"How do you know I'm not here to take his life?"

Zan Qi glanced at her for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Given Miss's personality, if she really wanted to kill him, she wouldn't hesitate like this."

After these words were spoken, Su Jueluo's gaze shifted slightly, finally turning to him. Her eyes lingered on his face for a moment before she smiled faintly and said, "So, you understand me quite well? Well, after all, you've been following me in the shadows for quite some time now."

Zan Qi remained silent, concealing all his words in the shadows behind him.

But the next moment, Su Jueluo's tone suddenly turned stern, and the tone changed abruptly: "But you must understand that a woman's heart is inherently fickle. Whom I want to kill and who I don't want to kill is always decided by myself, not by you, nor by anyone else."

Before Zan Qi could finish speaking, a silver light flashed like a falling star, tearing through the sky.

In an instant, it tore through the surging shadows surrounding him, forcefully pulling his true form out of the deep twilight.

"roll."

Su Jue Luo coldly retorted.

Zan Qi's pupils suddenly contracted; the young lady before him seemed to be much stronger than before.

Although the silver light appeared and disappeared in an instant, it was like a blade that cleaved through the shadows he relied on most, and the pressure it revealed in that instant was enough to make his heart sink.

He remained silent for a moment, and the surging shadows around him slowly receded like the tide. He retreated step by step to the door, but did not truly leave. He stood motionless in the shadows like a silent stone statue.

Su Jue Luo glanced at his figure out of the corner of her eye, too lazy to say anything more.

With a slight movement, she swept across the long steps like a wisp of smoke, silently disappearing into the dim light of the main room.

The locked door was useless to Su Jueluo. Forbidden power flowed silently through his fingertips, and the tightly closed wooden door was as if gently pushed by an invisible hand, silently cracking open a thin crack.

The silver light dancing between his palms barely illuminated the dimness of the room.

Su Jue Luo lowered her eyes and looked directly at the sleeping face with its eyelids closed.

She pursed her lips, and as her gaze fell on that face, a sudden ripple of time and space stirred in her mind.

Memories flooded back to many years ago, when her younger sister, Su Chacha, always followed Shen Shuchou like a little tail, and she herself was also following her sister's shadow from afar.

She would always watch Su Chacha and Shen Shuchou chatting and laughing from a distance, and she couldn't help but have the thought of getting closer to them.

But his father Su Han's teachings were already etched into his bones: once one has embarked on the path of cultivation, one must be as cold as iron and must not be disturbed by external things. Even family ties must be severed one day.

Furthermore, due to the corrosive influence of forbidden cultivation methods, Su Jue Luo has been like a block of ice since childhood, always surrounded by a cold aura that keeps people at a distance.

But who could see how much envy she harbored deep in her heart for Su Chacha's bright smile and carefree spirit?

Before the memories of the past had faded from my mind, that scene from the daytime resurfaced like a persistent, intractable disease.

The hand that had once held her younger sister's hand, still warm, lingered on her clothes, seemingly close yet distant.

Where his fingertips brushed, it seemed to carry a slightly hot flame, meandering along the texture of her skin, narrowly missing the soft curve of her chest several times.

That seemingly flirtatious touch was like a feather gently brushing against the tip of the heart, yet it carried an undeniable burning heat.

The usually cold and aloof Su Jueluo felt a strange heat seep out from between her bones and spread through her blood vessels to her limbs and bones.

As she recited this, Su Jue Luo quietly sat down by the bed. Shen Shu Chou beside her slept soundly, breathing evenly, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

She stared at that face so close to hers, motionless for a long time, just gazing at it quietly.

A silvery light swirled in her eyes, reflecting his sleeping silhouette, and also the complex emotions surging within her own eyes, emotions she couldn't even discern herself, rising and falling like an undercurrent.

After a long while, Su Jueluo parted her lips slightly, her voice as soft as a breeze, as if she were talking to herself and testing the waters: "Tell me, should I kill you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes were fixed on Shen Shuchou's face, unblinking for a moment.

But after looking at him for a long time, his face remained calm and expressionless, as if he were truly in a deep sleep, completely unaware of everything around him.

Seeing this, Su Jue Luo seemed to be drawn by something, and slowly moved closer until their noses almost touched.

His breath brushed against her cheek, carrying the familiar, crisp scent of the daytime.

A faint blush suddenly appeared on her cool face, spreading quietly down her delicate neck.

Shen Shuchou's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, but his eyelids remained closed, showing no sign of opening them.

Su Jue Luo's breath hitched for a beat. The tentative courage she had just shown in her words seemed to vanish in an instant at the slightest movement.

She suddenly shrank back half an inch, but the tips of her ears were even redder than her cheeks, and her neck was also tinged with a light blush.

The next moment, the shy blush was suddenly replaced by embarrassment and anger. She flipped her wrist, and the silver light was instantly unsheathed, pointing straight at Shen Shuchou's heart.

Her voice held a hint of exasperation: "You lecher! You're just pretending to be asleep!"

Shen Shuchou: "..."

He couldn't help but think to himself: In the dead of night, instead of staying at home, he went to sit on someone else's bed and wouldn't leave. Who is the real lecher here?

The silver light, colder than the moonlight, had already reached Shen Shuchou's chest, yet he showed no sign of waking up.

He had seen through Su Jue Luo's tense demeanor; it was all a bluff, and there was no killing intent in his eyes.

In his perception, this seemingly cold and aloof woman might have a burning fire hidden inside, only wrapped in layers of ice.

Seeing that Shen Shuchou was still sleeping peacefully, Su Jueluo's sharpness suddenly dissipated. Like a beast that had gathered all its strength but missed its target, it had no outlet for its anger and dejectedly lowered its hands.

Finally, she loosened her grip on the double-edged sword, the blade tapping lightly against the ground with a low hum.

She sat back down on the edge of the bed, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the fabric, murmuring softly like drifting catkins in the wind: "Tell me, if I were to really kill you, would my sister... hate me even more?"

The whispers around him were endless, but Shen Shuchou couldn't hear a word of them, only hoping that Su Jueluo would leave soon.

His heart was now entirely focused on Tantai Chigu next door. The powerful force that little girl had suddenly unleashed was locked onto that surging killing intent.

If he hadn't intervened in time, the one who came with murderous intent would probably have been reduced to dust long ago.

But it was precisely because of his obstruction that the little girl exhausted her strength and fell into a deep sleep.

"Why did you come back when you had already left?"

Su Jue Luo suddenly changed the subject.

Her tone carried a hint of uncertainty, "Also, who do you think is prettier, me or Chacha? Who... do you like more?"

Even she herself couldn't explain why she asked that question, yet she stubbornly wanted to get an answer from Shen Shuchou.

But she had already planned in her heart that as long as he dared to speak, she would have no trouble drawing her sword again.

Shen Shuchou, who was pretending to be asleep, felt a tightness in his chest and thought that this woman was simply unreasonable.

One moment he was weighing whether or not to take his life, and the next he was asking himself such an absurd question. What else could he be but sick?

He had no choice but to remain even more composed, even deliberately keeping his breathing even, for fear of revealing the slightest flaw.

"By the way, if I remember correctly, you touched me during the day... Do you... want to touch me again?"

Su Jue Luo's voice carried a hint of deliberate seductiveness.

The blush on her cheeks had spread to her ears. "It's just the two of us here. If you want to touch me, then go ahead and touch me."

Hearing this, Shen Shuchou understood perfectly; he knew she was still testing him, trying to see if he was pretending to be asleep.

Seeing that he still didn't move, Su Jueluo bit her lip and leaned forward unwillingly.

Her upper body leaned straight down, her hair brushing against Shen Shuchou's cheek, carrying a faint, cool fragrance.

"Hey! Do you want to touch it or not?"

Her breath was almost touching his, and she continued with a sly provocation, "If you don't touch me, then I'm going to touch you. Tell me, where should I touch you?"

She deliberately dragged out her words, her fingertips seemingly brushing against Shen Shuchou's collar: "I heard you men have a different thing about you, so how about... we do that?"

Though he uttered such lewd words, he was inwardly filled with shame and indignation, cursing himself inwardly: "Pah! Su Jueluo, you're shameless!"

Shen Shuchou felt his whole body tense up.

This woman went to such lengths to test him, yet he remained calm, pretending not to notice, letting her warm breath brush against his nose.

Su Jue Luo slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and reached inch by inch toward the other side of the bed.

Her other hand remained tightly gripping the double-edged sword, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The cold light reflected from the sword's edge slanted across Shen Shuchou's face, and every slight movement of light and shadow seemed magnified in her eyes.

If he makes even the slightest change in expression or his breathing becomes even slightly disordered, the suspended sword will fall without hesitation.

Just then, the wandering hand was already hovering in the air above the foot of the bed.

Shen Shuchou felt a slight sense of relief, thinking to himself that she was ultimately mindful of propriety and might not actually overstep the bounds.

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than that soft, boneless hand fell without warning, firmly pressing down on the little head.