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

She rushed into the bustling world, only to find that figure missing amidst the noise each time.

This is now her seventh world in this universe.

Yu Linghuan casually leaned against the mountaintop where it met the sky, wisps of cloud drifting over her loose hair, her eyes filled with a lingering sense of loss.

From the day she broke through to the Emperor Realm, a thought had already taken root in her mind.

If Hu Baibai could find a place to go, why couldn't she?

Even if one ascends to the realm of emperors and can shake mountains and rivers with a wave of the hand, one is still as insignificant as a speck of dust in the vastness of the starry sky.

Where are you?

Her lips parted slightly, and the words, softened by the mountain breeze, scattered into the depths of the surging sea of ​​clouds, yet not a single echo could be found.

Gazing at the surging clouds covering the mountains, Yu Linghuan quietly channeled her inner energy at her fingertips, which instantly transformed into a beam of light that broke through the clouds.

True energy stretched and flowed among the clouds. Guided by her spiritual power, the clouds gradually coalesced into a human shape, with the outline of the eyebrows and eyes vaguely resembling Shen Shuchou.

Gazing at the cloud sculpture, she narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

Tell me, do I like you or not?

Yu Linghuan tilted her head slightly and asked Yunying in front of her in a soft voice.

At this moment, it was unclear whether the allure she exuded had been swept away by the wind on the mountaintop or whether she had deliberately concealed it, leaving only an exceptionally serious demeanor.

Her feelings for Shen Shuchou were always like the clouds before her eyes, hazy and unclear, yet containing an inexplicable entanglement.

At first, she only coveted his talent. Later, when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, she saved him with her Yin Soul Spirit Body, but only to achieve her goal of giving birth to Yu Shuiwei.

At the time, she thought it was a one-sided transaction, but subsequent events gradually softened and changed the boundaries of that transaction in her heart.

So much so that when she broke through to the Emperor Realm, the first thought that came to her mind was to find Shen Shuchou just like Hu Baibai did.

Despite searching high and low, Yu Linghuan was unable to find even a trace of Shen Shuchou.

After a long while, she sighed softly, and the obsession that had been lingering between her brows dissipated with that breath.

She slowly rose, her figure flashing like a butterfly's wing, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

If this world doesn't have it, then I'll go to the next one.

She was never alone; her search for him never ceased amidst the vast starry sky.

A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, causing strands of hair to flutter across the forehead, and the wicker chair swayed gently, making soft creaking sounds that mingled with the wind.

Shen Shuchou slightly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing against the flowing wind in front of him, as if trying to grasp something.

His face was etched with an unyielding melancholy that no matter how many times the wind blew, it couldn't dispel even a trace of it.

Watching the sun rise and set, four years have passed in the blink of an eye, with 1,460 days and nights gone by.

During these four years, the outside world was in turmoil and change, but Shen Shuchou remained secluded in this isolated paradise, like a stone sinking into the abyss, unmoved.

Tantai Chigu's figure completely disappeared during these four years—Shen Shuchou could not sense her presence, and even the forbidden power related to her in his blood seemed to have been drained away without a trace.

Without that support, he was reduced to a mere mortal. Coupled with the severe injury he suffered four years ago, his body became increasingly weak, and he was constantly plagued by illness.

The youthful charm that once shone in his handsome features has faded completely, replaced by a weathered look that belies his age, with white hair sparse at his temples, like snow covering the branches.

But Shen Shuchou knew in his heart that Tantai Chigu had not fallen as he had initially feared, but had simply fallen into a deep slumber.

Perhaps only by finding her can that forbidden power be reawakened.

Right now, the only person who can help him find the person is Gu Qingran, who has been with him for four years.

In these four years, he did not spend his days sitting in a rocking chair, letting time slip away. Wine became a constant companion, and his fingertips also gained the warmth of pointing with a sword.

He often guided Gu Qingran in sword practice, but the orthodox path of cultivation in this world had long been severed, like a river that had stopped flowing and could never flow again.

However, Shen Shuchou possesses a system and also holds the lifelong insights gained from his cultivation in previous lives.

With this foundation, he finally carved out a path that belonged only to Gu Qingran amidst the mundane world.

That is the pure and orthodox way of swordsmanship, which abandons all unorthodox methods and miscellaneous techniques. It uses the mortal body as a boat, the mind as a guiding light, and flesh and blood as a sword sheath, step by step towards the depths of the path.

A breeze carrying the fragrance of grass and trees drifted through the courtyard. Shen Shuchou raised his hand and brought the wine pot to his lips. The moment his fingertips touched the cool body of the pot, a delicate fragrance suddenly swept in front of him.

The next second, a hand with distinct knuckles gently grasped the wine pot, and when he looked up, a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

Standing before me was a young girl dressed in a dark, tight-fitting outfit. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes held a hint of displeasure and resentment, yet her refined features also revealed a refined and heroic air.

The ends of her hair were loosely tied with a blue rope, and a few stray strands of hair were blown by the wind against her cheeks, adding a touch of sharpness.

This is Gu Qingran, the person who has undergone the most dramatic transformation in the past four years.

Four years ago, she was like a slender bamboo afraid of the wind, with an unyielding timidity between her brows and eyes. After four years of honing her swordsmanship, she has now developed a sharp edge that can break through the wind.

"How many times have I told you not to drink alcohol? Why won't you listen?"

She hid the wine jug behind her back, her voice carrying a hint of reproach through gritted teeth, but the tone softened slightly at the end.

"With this gentle breeze as our companion, it would be a shame not to enjoy a few sips of wine while savoring this delightful experience."

Shen Shuchou had a nonchalant smile on his lips, his tone tinged with a casual laziness.

Gu Qingran looked at the feigned composure in his eyes, her heart tightened slightly, and a feeling of pity quietly welled up in her eyes.

She gripped the wine jug in her hand, her tone hardening: "You're not allowed to lie down anymore. You should get up and move around more every day. I brought you some new medicine this time I came to the city. You must take it properly. I'll be watching you."

"Hello!"

Shen Shuchou raised an eyebrow and chuckled, his tone tinged with feigned grievance, "I'm, after all, your master who taught you swordsmanship. Instead of offering me wine, your disciple bosses me around. What kind of logic is that?"

"It's precisely because you're my mentor that I can't bear to see you living such a dejected life!"

Gu Qingran bit her lip lightly, her shoulder line under her black tight-fitting clothes tightened slightly, and her reproachful look was hiding an undisguised impatience.

Shen Shuchou's smile faded slightly. He stopped arguing with her and instead gazed at the swaying shadows of the trees in the corner of the courtyard. His voice was as soft as if it had been brushed by the wind: "I'm just waiting for someone."

Gu Qingran's fingertips trembled slightly, and she naturally knew who he was waiting for.

She lowered her eyes, staring at the dust marks on the toes of her boots, her voice lowered, tinged with regret and guilt: "I'm sorry... I still couldn't find any trace of her."

"There's no need to blame yourself; the person who's meant to be will eventually appear."

Shen Shuchou raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder, his tone as gentle as a falling breeze.

Gu Qingran squatted down and gently rested her head on his knee, her voice slightly muffled: "I haven't even found my brother."

In the past four years, whenever she went out to search for Tantai Chigu's whereabouts, she never forgot to look for Ya Ye, but the two of them were like figures sunk in the deep sea, and could not be found at all.

Shen Shuchou was already used to her intimate gestures, and his fingertips were about to touch the top of her head.

Gu Qingran suddenly looked up, her clear eyes staring straight at him: "But this time when I went out, I ran into someone else."

"Who?" Shen Shuchou asked instinctively.

"Su Chacha and Su Juelu".

Gu Qingran didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Besides, it seems like they've been looking for you."

She paused, a hint of inquiry appearing in her eyes. "Master, I heard that Su Chacha is looking for you to get married. Are you two really engaged?"

Shen Shuchou slowly shook his head, a faint, almost imperceptible detachment in his eyes: "There was never a marriage agreement between us."