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

"When we meet in this mortal world, we will eventually part ways, like duckweed gathering on water, scattered by the wind."

The setting sun kissed its last rays before plunging into an inky abyss.

The bright moon then rose slowly against the deep blue sky, riding on the waves of clouds.

The moonlight, like silver gauze tempered with ice, pierced through the thin cracks in the window, weaving a delicate net on her trembling eyelashes.

Even that barely concealed flutter of excitement was bathed in the cool moonlight.

Su Chacha sat quietly by the window, her fingertips tracing the cool windowsill, the words that seemed like a verse lingering on her tongue.

For the past month, although she had been confined by Su Han and unable to move freely, every little thing about Shen Shuchou had reached her ears like fine spider silk.

His daily meals ranged from simple side dishes to sumptuous feasts.

Every word he uttered, whether gentle and soft or passionate and impassioned, was precious.

These fragmented memories, like scattered stars, drifted quietly into her heart on the wind.

She looked up at the bright moon, its gentle light washing over her eyelashes and rippling across the water.

"Brother Shen..."

Her voice was as soft as dew falling from the eaves, carried away by the cool night air, "Could Cha Cha be the place where you'll finally find your resting place after traversing countless paths of parting?"

"Miss."

A sudden call rang out, like a pebble thrown into a still, deep pool, instantly disrupting Su Chacha's thoughts.

A flash of anger crossed her eyes, and her voice was icy cold: "If you're not eating, get out."

It was quiet outside the door; there wasn't even a sound of footsteps.

A moment later, a clear, melodious female voice, like a cold spring, drifted over, carrying an undeniable certainty: "I'll do it."

Then, the voice softened slightly, tinged with a hint of caution: "Cha Cha, it's me. Can you open the door?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Su Chacha knew that the person standing outside the door was Su Jueluo.

After a slight hesitation, she finally got up, walked to the door, and opened it with a creak.

Since that incident, the ice between her and Su Jueluo seemed to have melted a bit, and now that they meet again, they are not as antagonistic as before.

The moment the door hinge turned slightly, a faint smile suddenly bloomed on Su Jueluo's usually aloof face, like a snow-covered mountain in the distance. It was like a plum blossom in early winter, fleeting yet captivating.

She quickly took the tray from the maid beside her, and stepped lightly into the moonlit room.

When Su Jueluo stepped into the room, she saw Su Chacha sitting by the window with her back to her, the moonlight weaving a thin veil over her shoulders.

She gently placed the still-steaming plate in front of Su Cha's noodles. Fine water droplets clung to the rim of the porcelain bowl, making the dish on the plate appear even more lustrous.

"Cha Cha, it's time to eat something."

Su Jue Luo spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Su Chacha merely glanced at the plate, her slender fingertips still resting on the windowsill, without moving an inch.

His expression clearly showed that he had no desire to eat whatsoever.

Su Jueluo looked at her, a look of pity spreading across her face. She sat down opposite her and said softly, "I have already pleaded with my father, and he will release you in a few days."

The word "father" was like a needle, unexpectedly piercing the deepest pain in Su Chacha's heart.

Her eyes, which had been somewhat calm just moments before, instantly surged with a raging storm. When she looked up at Su Jueluo, her gaze was so cold it could shatter glass: "When has I, Su Chacha, ever needed you to plead for me?"

Su Jue Luo's throat tightened suddenly, as if blocked by cold iron, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Immediately afterwards, Su Chacha's icy voice lashed out again, each word chilling: "I, Su Chacha, was born with a worthless life to be trampled on. What does it matter if he locks me up for the rest of my life? Su Jueluo, put away your cheap sympathy, I don't need it."

As Su Jueluo listened, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and she trembled violently. How could she not understand that the word "others" referred to herself?

Her voice trembled as she desperately tried to explain, "Cha Cha, it's not what you think... I wouldn't do that to you, and I would never let anyone hurt you in the slightest. I will protect you..."

"That's enough!"

Before Su Jue Luo could finish speaking, she was abruptly cut off by a cold rebuke.

Su Chacha looked up at her, her eyes swirling with mockery and impatience: "Su Jueluo, don't you find these words particularly disgusting?"

"If you want to use these words to offset even the slightest bit of guilt that may arise in the future, there's no need for that."

A cold smile appeared on Su Chacha's lips.

"I, Su Chacha, am right here. Do with me as you please. If you really can't hold back and want to express your feelings, why don't you go and tell him and see if he'll give you any face?"

Su Jueluo felt as if her heart had been repeatedly crushed by a blunt instrument. Her eyes, which were usually as clear and cold as a frozen pool, were now covered with a thin layer of mist, and her vision was somewhat blurred.

Especially the last sentence, which was like a hook, gripping her very core.

How could she not hear the implied meaning? Cha Cha clearly still remembered that scene from back then.

That barrier between them, the source that shattered their past affection and is now the source of her deep-seated hatred.

Once upon a time, they were just ordinary sisters who would huddle together to whisper secrets, fight over a piece of osmanthus cake, and chase each other under the moonlight.

But everything changed after the night she returned from Ziyanyun Pavilion, when her father, Su Han, called her to his study for a private conversation.

The candlelight flickered that night, illuminating her father's cold, hard profile and her suddenly pale face.

Meanwhile, Cha Cha, who had been standing outside the door for some time, must have overheard those words.

From then on, an insurmountable chasm existed between them.

Su Jue Luo often felt inexplicably disgusted with herself.

She hated herself for not being just an ordinary person among the masses, but instead bearing the title of a favored daughter of heaven, envied by others for her so-called extraordinary talent.

It was precisely because of her extraordinary talent, which was praised to the skies, and the fact that Su Chacha possessed the Xuan Yin physique that was intertwined with her bloodline, that Su Han was able to concoct such inhuman thoughts.

Using the blood of her closest relatives as a catalyst and the deep bond of sisterhood as fuel, she would forge Cha Cha into a blood furnace, offering it all to Su Jue Luo.

The brighter the fire burned, the more it could melt away the shackles on her cultivation.

The hotter Cha Cha's blood is, the smoother the path to heaven it paves for her.

The so-called offerings are not nourishment at all; they are clearly meant to take away Cha Cha's life in order to continue her spiritual path.

Use the closest of kinship and the warmest of blood to brew the most poisonous soup, forcing her to swallow it mouthful by mouthful, so that she can climb to that so-called high place by stepping on the bones of her own flesh and blood.

But Su Han's greed goes far beyond that.

He deliberately let Su Chacha overhear those words outside the door, wanting to force a poisonous vine of hatred to entwine this bond of blood ties.

Using the affection of the past as fertile ground, a bone-deep hatred is born, and this burning hatred is then used as a catalyst to nourish the last remaining affection.

Two completely opposite things are tearing and burning within the same flesh and blood, making the bone and blood even hotter and pushing the Xuan Yin constitution to its limit.

In the days that followed, he went to great lengths to make Su Chacha's hatred reach its peak.

Each and every one of these things was adding fuel to the fire of hatred in her heart, determined to grind that affection into dust, and to make hatred bleed from that dust.

Whenever Su Jue Luo thought of these things, she felt as if her internal organs had been doused with ice water.

Su Jueluo did try to resist, but in front of Su Han, her cultivation was like a child wielding a sword, powerless to even stir up the slightest ripple. All her refusal became futile struggles.

Although her physique was considered a chosen one for forbidden cultivation, allowing her to excel on this sinister path, she ultimately could not escape an invisible cage.

The end of forbidden practices is the inevitable bottleneck.

This is not due to a lack of talent, but rather a curse that was hidden from the very beginning of this shortcut.

It feeds on the flesh and blood of living beings and sacrifices its own soul to fuel its rapid advance into darkness, but the power it gains will eventually be exhausted.

Some people use this to break through several realms in a few months, but they remain trapped at the peak for their entire lives, unable to make any further progress.

If one follows the orthodox path of cultivation, perhaps a hundred years of arduous practice will offer a chance for a breakthrough; but the forbidden path blocks the way back and forward from the very beginning.

Everyone's end is different. Even someone as gifted as Su Jue Luo will eventually hit that invisible wall.

The day she crashed into the wall was the moment Su Chacha's fate was sealed.

Use the blood of your closest relatives to break the deadlock of forbidden practices.

This path has been trodden before, and some have succeeded.

That's why Su Han was determined to replicate this blood-stained road on Su Jue Luo exactly as it was.