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

"Brother... what's wrong with him?"

On the other side, Gu Qingran stared at Shen Shuchou's figure, her voice trembling, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Upon hearing the sound, Ya Ye turned around sharply and saw that Shen Shu Chou, who was unconscious, had his eyes tightly closed and his brows furrowed in a knot.

His face was contorted in extreme pain, and he suppressed muffled groans in his throat, as if countless sharp blades were churning inside his bones and blood.

Even more alarming was that the skin beneath his plain-colored clothes was cracking open, with clean, knife-cut edges.

The crisscrossing weaves a fine net, as if an invisible sword has brutally ripped open the internal organs from the depths.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood seeped from those cracks; they only exuded a cold, sharp aura.

Ya Ye's heart tightened, and he immediately withdrew the power in the sky, his figure landing on the small hill like a fleeting shadow.

The moment the fingertips touched Shen Shuchou's sleeve, a bright sword aura suddenly shot out from the crack!

The sword energy, carrying a chilling glint, was so fast it almost tore through the air, and a sharp "whoosh" sound was heard.

When Ya Ye realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge completely. The force of the energy swept across her sleeve, instantly tearing a clean gash, and the chill went straight to her skin.

Before he could regain his composure, several more sword energies shot out from the numerous cracks.

The sword energy, like a silver snake spitting its tongue, meandered along the ground, stirring up pebbles with a rustling sound.

Like a startled swan piercing through the clouds, it shot straight into the sky before suddenly turning back, weaving a net with a whistling sound as it cuts through the air.

Amidst the sky filled with sword energy, the chilling sword intent unique to Gu Jian pierced straight into Ya Ye's eyes.

As Ya Ye gazed at the familiar sword aura, his expression instantly darkened; this was clearly Gu Jian's sword move.

But he couldn't understand why Gu Jian's sword energy was hidden in Shen Shuchou's body.

The sword energy that filled the sky finally lost its last bit of sharpness, and only then did Ya Ye slowly step forward, his fingertips gathering a faint power as he probed Shen Shuchou's pulse point.

But as soon as he touched that cold skin, his brows furrowed sharply.

All the blood in Shen Shuchou's body rushed to his heart, where it condensed into a translucent blood film around his weakly beating heart, like a glass barrier wrapped in warm breath, tightly protecting his vital organs.

When that sword pierced Tantai Chigu's body, that power had already quietly transferred to Shen Shuchou's body.

In this life, Shen Shuchou's flesh and blood are not only a container for Tantai Chigu's forbidden energy, but also essentially another physical body for Tantai Chigu.

So that sword, which seemed to pierce through the phantom of Tantai Chigu, actually went straight into Shen Shuchou's internal organs.

At that moment, all the blood in his body transformed into a protective barrier around his heart, desperately blocking the remaining power of the devastating sword energy.

Even so, Shen Shuchou's breath was still as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, clearly indicating that he was on the verge of death.

Even if Shen Shuchou were to die at this moment, it would not affect Tantai Chigu's life or death in the slightest.

At most, it would reduce her to a void and taboo, just as Shen Shuchou had predicted.

Ya Ye's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and a wisp of forbidden power, glowing with a dark light, slowly probed towards Shen Shu Chou's meridians.

But as soon as that power touched the invisible barrier within his body, it was instantly and violently repelled, as if it had been burned by a red-hot iron, without leaving even a trace of its warmth in his meridians.

Seeing this, Ya Ye's face suddenly darkened; Gu Qingran, who was standing to the side, did not urge him, but her fingertips were already clenched so tightly that they turned white, and her face was even more unsightly than paper.

Just then, a crimson light suddenly streaked from the depths of the sky, tearing through the silent heavens and plummeting down with a howling wind.

Ya Ye suddenly turned his head and saw that the blood light had transformed into countless thin blood threads, like a swarm of bees returning to their nest, rushing to Shen Shuchou's side and burrowing into the cracks around his body.

As the blood gradually seeped into his flesh, Shen Shuchou's originally faint breathing became more stable.

The rise and fall of his chest finally stopped being so unpredictable, like a candle flickering in the wind being given a little more light, barely managing to catch his breath.

Before Ya Ye could even catch his breath, a sinister voice, like a leech, echoed from behind him: "Ya Ye, long time no see."

The voice was so familiar it chilled him to the bone. Ya Ye's face suddenly turned cold, and forbidden power instantly gathered at his fingertips as he abruptly turned around to look.

A figure, hidden in the thick darkness, materialized behind him, its eyes glowing crimson and fixed intently on him.

"How did you get out here?"

Ya Ye clenched his fists, his voice filled with suppressed shock and anger.

"Hehe... In the end, I have to thank Gu Jian. If it weren't for his sword strike, how could I have broken free of the seal?"

The shadowy figure's voice was laced with laughter.

Ya Ye's face darkened completely, his throat tightened, and the dark figure in front of him was the ancient god sealed in the giant raven statue in the Abyss God Temple, the Raven God.

He actually broke free from the seal.

"What do you want to do?"

Ya Ye did not make any rash moves, but stared coldly at the other party, "You and I are no longer on the same path."

"Not on the same route?"

Upon hearing this, the Raven God chuckled softly, his laughter filled with mockery.

"Your power was given to you by my own hand. Now that you've grown up, do you dare say you're not on the same side anymore?"

"So what do you want?"

Ya Ye's voice rang out as he gripped the dark light at his fingertips even tighter.

Only he knew how terrifying this ancient god was; even though he was weak after breaking through the seal, the pressure emanating from his very bones still brought immense pressure.

"I need a physical body to live in right now."

Raven God extended a jet-black finger from the darkness, its tip gleaming with a decaying light, pointing directly at the unconscious Shen Shuchou.

"Give him to me, and I'll let you take that girl with you."

Ya Ye's expression remained unchanged, but a layer of frost settled in his eyes.

This was a request he could never agree to, and he knew better than anyone that the Raven God was inherently greedy.

Even if they were to hand over Shen Shuchou, the other party would never allow him and Gu Qingran to leave.

Seeing his silence, the Raven God chuckled, the chill in his laughter almost freezing the air: "So, you want to fight me?"

He paused, his tone laced with disdainful mockery, "Don't forget, your power was given to you by me. You can't win."

"Can't win?"

Ya Ye laughed instead, a laugh that held a sharp edge.

"If you were truly confident in killing me, you would have done so long ago. Why waste your breath here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the forbidden power in Ya Ye's palm surged suddenly, transforming into a dark raven with a wingspan of several feet.

Its raven feathers shimmered with a dark, flowing light, and its entire body was enveloped in a chilling aura.

It swooped down, gently lifting Gu Qingran and Shen Shuchou with its wings and carrying them steadily on its back.

"You guys go first."

The crow's voice was calm.

"Brother! We'll go together!"

Gu Qingran clutched the dark crow's feather, looking at him anxiously.

Ya Ye turned around and smiled very gently at her: "Good girl, I'll be right there."

The crow immediately flapped its wings, the wind from which it stirred up pebbles and carried the two of them away into the horizon in an instant.

Gu Qingran's shouts were torn to shreds by the gale, leaving not even a trace of echo.

Ya Ye withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the thick shadow, but there was nothing there; the dark figure from before had vanished without a trace.

The next second, a muffled "thud" sounded, and a chilling, decaying aura suddenly assaulted me from behind!

A hand as black as ink, its fingertips still tinged with fine, dark mist, pierced straight through his chest, its fingertips almost protruding from his heart.

The moment the excruciating pain spread, that sinister voice whispered in my ear again, with a cruel laugh: "I told you long ago, your power was given to you by me... You can't beat me."

The gloom, carrying a bone-chilling cold, was seeping into Ya Ye's body inch by inch.

Looking at the hand that pierced his chest, his lips not only showed no fear, but instead curled into a cold, sharp smile.

"Do you really think you've won?"

Before the words had even faded, Ya Ye suddenly raised his hand, his knuckles gripping the cold, sinister hand tightly, and pulled it sharply backward.

The condensed shadow behind him was forcibly pulled into his body like a rag.

The next second, a roar of shock and rage exploded from his body, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly: "You want to seal me away!"

Ya Ye remained silent, only activating the forbidden power within his body.

That power, like a dormant raging torrent, suddenly awakened and surged towards the dark shadow within his body, pinning it firmly to his flesh and blood.

From the moment he first saw the Raven God, he knew that a direct confrontation would be like throwing an egg against a rock, ultimately resulting in his death and destruction.

Rather than becoming someone else's vessel, it's better to personally set up a deadly trap, using oneself as the furnace and taboos as an unlocked cage, to forever imprison this formidable enemy within one's own bones and blood.

But Ya Ye was clear-headed. To truly suppress this ancient god within his very being, he needed to endure the test of time and confront him day and night. His battle with the Raven God had only just begun.

He glanced one last time in the direction the two had left, the warmth in his eyes instantly replaced by coldness.

He then turned around and sped off in the opposite direction like a fleeting shadow, disappearing into the vast night in an instant.

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In the small taverns nestled in the city, the aroma of alcohol mingled with the smell of cooking permeated the rafters.

A scholar in a blue robe suddenly stood up, the ink stains on his clothes still carrying an air of scholarly refinement. As he bowed, his gaze lingered on the woman opposite him like sticky cotton: "Miss, may I ask... if I may invite you to share a drink?"

From the moment the woman stepped through the door, his gaze was fixed on her. He had never seen a woman like her before.

Her red dress was like a burning fire, with a ribbon tightly tied around her waist, as if rouge soaked in wine had been splashed on plain silk, so beautiful that it seemed nonchalant, making her slender waist appear even more graceful.

What's most captivating is the curve hidden beneath the red silk, the fabric so thin it's almost translucent, revealing glimpses as she moves. Yet, her dignified posture only adds a touch of forbidden allure to this subtle undulation.

For a scholar, however, that face was truly captivating.

Her eyebrows weren't raised, her eyes weren't drooping, her pupils were veiled in a thin mist, her cherry lips were pursed and not smiling, but the curve of her lower lip was gently bitten by her teeth.

The gentle charm hidden beneath her cool demeanor made all the diners forget to raise their glasses.

Upon hearing the scholar's words, the woman sat quietly for a long time before slowly raising her eyes. The corners of her lips had just curved into a very faint smile when it seemed as if a stream of light fell into her eyes, causing the scholar to be instantly captivated, even forgetting to slow his breathing.

The next second, she parted her lips slightly, her voice as soft as cotton soaked in wine: "I am already married."

That moment of distraction froze on the scholar's face. The fervor in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only a bright disappointment. Even his clasped hands fell limply.

The woman seemed not to notice, raised her hand to pick up the wine cup, and took a small sip while pinching the rim with her fingertips.

Wine clung to her lips as she gazed at her shimmering reflection in the glass. A hint of melancholy softened her voice, as if she were talking to herself or asking, "Where are you, my dear husband...?"

After saying that, she got up and walked outside.

The scholar hurriedly stepped forward, his voice tinged with reluctance as he pleaded, "Miss, please wait! May I ask your name?"

The woman didn't stop walking; her red skirt swept across the threshold, and she disappeared into the crowd outside the restaurant in an instant.

The scholar gazed at the empty doorway and sighed heavily. But when his gaze returned to the desk, he suddenly paused.

On the table, the wine was still wet, and a few lines of faint writing were showing through it.

He leaned closer and whispered those three words, his voice still carrying a lingering sense of bewilderment: "Yu Linghuan..."