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

The silvery-white sword light, like a startled swan tearing through silk, ripped through the leaden-gray sky, creating a dazzling gash in the stagnant clouds.

His snow-white robes were now splattered with several streaks of blood.

But the sword became increasingly clear and bright, like autumn water. With each flicker of its cold light, it forced the blood-red, fleshy old man to retreat repeatedly, leaving him in a sorry state.

However, Gu Jian's eyes remained fixed on the girl below from beginning to end, without shifting for a moment.

Under the sword's gleam, Gu Qingran suddenly bent down and pressed her hand to her chest, where it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her tightly, and a sharp pain spread through her veins.

When that initial feeling of unease crept into her heart, she knew that something must have happened to Shen Shuchou.

But when she rushed back to this place, her steps echoing through the wind, and looked at the empty little house with only dust floating around, she was still a step too late.

Only that old rocking chair still sways gently in the draft, its creaking sound coming from time to time, like someone's lingering sigh.

In a daze, she could still feel the lingering warmth of the chair.

"Su Jue Luo".

Gu Qingran's voice was frosty, and she gripped the rocking chair tightly with one hand.

"It's you, it must be you!"

Gu Qingran knew very well that the only woman who wanted to find Shen Shuchou and take him away was Su Jueluo.

The unease in her heart surged like a tidal wave. Gu Qingran was almost certain that Su Juelu was doing something to Shen Shuchou.

"Su Jue Luo! If you dare to hurt him, I will definitely kill you."

Before she finished speaking, her figure shot out like an arrow, rushing towards the direction of the Purple Smoke Cloud Pavilion.

Just then, the sword light in the sky suddenly surged, and the long sword in Gu Jian's hand seemed to absorb all the sharpness of heaven and earth.

The sword became increasingly white and lustrous during the fierce battle, its spine shimmering with a chilling light, and each swing brought forth a sharp whistling wind.

As he pressed closer, his wrist suddenly sank, and his longsword slashed down like a cascading river.

With a "whoosh" sound.

The sword shattered the forbidden flesh and blood that the old man had transformed into, leaving no blood droplets on the sword, only a chilling sword aura spreading outwards.

After eliminating his opponent, Gu Jian didn't waste a moment. He lightly touched the air with his toes, pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, and with a slight sway of the tassel, he appeared like a ghost in front of Gu Qingran.

Upon seeing Gu Jian blocking her way, Gu Qingran did not stop. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and an invisible sword intent suddenly condensed around her.

A jet-black sword aura shot out from the shadows, carrying a bone-chilling killing intent as it slashed straight at Gu Jian's face. Wherever the sword aura passed, the air seemed to be torn apart with tiny cracks.

Gu Jian frowned slightly, raised his long sword slightly, and precisely met the sword energy with a crisp "ding".

The jade-like sword flashed a streak of light under the moonlight, its sword energy instantly shattering into countless cold stars.

Upon seeing this, Gu Qingran's killing intent intensified, and her sword intent surged like a raging storm.

Although she was empty-handed, countless invisible sword shadows gathered in her palms.

Like thunder piercing the clouds, or like plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter, each move was ruthless and cunning, every sword carrying killing intent, all aimed at Gu Jian.

Gu Jian remained silent, his long sword dancing in a dense, impenetrable display of sword flowers, the sword shadows falling like pear blossoms. Each parry was incredibly precise, completely neutralizing Gu Qingran's sword moves.

His gaze was fixed on her flustered appearance, his sword still holding back, hoping to calm her down first before finding out the reason.

Even though Gu Qingran's sword intent was sharp and unpredictable, and her invisible sword shadows carried a deadly trickiness, the one she faced was Gu Jian, who wielded the number one sword in the world.

After several rounds of fighting, Gu Qingran's invisible sword shadows could not break through the defense woven by Gu Jian's longsword.

Each time the blades clashed, she could feel the immense force emanating from the opponent's sword, preventing her from even taking half a step forward.

He could only watch helplessly as the direction of the Purple Smoke Cloud Pavilion came into view, his anxiety and anger accumulating in his heart as his sword strikes missed their mark.

"That's enough!"

Seeing that her swordplay was becoming increasingly ruthless and showed no sign of stopping, Gu Jian finally stopped simply parrying.

The longsword suddenly burst forth with a blinding cold light, shattering the surging sword intent around her with a single strike, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

The sword was held firmly in front of Gu Qingran, and the cold gleam of its blade made the killing intent in her eyes pause slightly.

"Either kill me, or get out of my way."

Gu Qingran stared at the sword blade lying in front of her. When she looked up, her eyes still held a lingering anxiety, her gaze fixed on Gu Jian.

"What is it that makes you so anxious? Tell me."

Looking at her face, which was connected to his by blood, and feeling the faint resonance within him, Gu Jian loosened his grip on the sword hilt slightly, and his voice became unusually gentle.

"I'm going to save my master."

Gu Qingran sensed no malice in his tone, her tense back relaxed slightly, she pursed her pale lips, and her voice trembled slightly.

"master?"

Gu Jian paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The word "master" exploded in his ears like a thunderclap, and a thought suddenly became clear in his mind.

For the first three and a half years of those four years, he was in seclusion recovering from his injuries, and only came out about six months ago.

The first thing he did after getting out was to find her, and more importantly, to find Shen Shuchou.

He had searched for months without success, and never expected to meet her again in such a rushed situation today.

Upon hearing her mention her master, Gu Jian suddenly realized the crucial point he had been overlooking.

How did Gu Qingran acquire such a sharp and unparalleled swordsmanship that could rival his own?

He clearly remembered that four years ago, she was just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, and had no foundation in cultivation whatsoever.

But now, she still has that mortal body. The difference is that this seemingly ordinary body actually hides a terrifying sword intent that he can't see through at all.

Despite the absence of any spiritual energy flowing through her body or any forbidden power binding her, sword shadows crisscrossed with every gesture and step she took, as if she herself were a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, its blade formed from her bones and blood.

In this world where taboos are rampant and the orthodox path of cultivation has long been severed, everyone prolongs their lives through forbidden power.

She, however, cultivated a sword body that was "sword-like but without spirit".

This kind of swordsmanship was a profound realm that he had never glimpsed in his decades of immersion in the path of swordsmanship.

Looking across the world, apart from that person who has long been a taboo, and apart from himself, who else could teach such a swordsmanship that integrates pure and exquisite artistic conception with unparalleled sharpness?

What puzzled him even more was what extraordinary means that person possessed to protect such a pure sword intent in this world where taboos raged and the Great Dao was collapsing!

How did he transform an ordinary person into a walking, untainted sword?

"Who exactly is your master?"

Gu Jian pressed on, his tone becoming more serious.

Gu Qingran kept her eyes fixed on him. The person in front of her suddenly appeared, though he showed no malice at the moment.

But the strange mix of familiarity and unease kept her on her guard, and she pursed her lips, refusing to speak further.

Seeing that she was still wary, Gu Jian sighed helplessly and softened his tone: "You don't need to be afraid of me. Four years ago, we met once. You should still remember that you still owe me a promise."

"You were there four years ago that night..."

Gu Qingran's pupils suddenly contracted, and long-buried memories surged like a tide.

Gu Jian nodded, his long sword hanging down gently, the tassel sweeping away the dust on the ground: "It is indeed me, so you don't need to worry. If you want to save your master, perhaps I can help."

"My master is the very person you saved four years ago. Now that he has been kidnapped by Su Jue Luo, I must go to Zi Yan Yun Ge to rescue him."

Gu Qingran then lowered her guard slightly, and her voice softened a bit.

Moreover, with Gu Jian by their side, the chances of rescuing Shen Shuchou are much greater.

However, she did not realize that as soon as she finished speaking, a look of disbelief flashed across Gu Jian's eyes.

Meanwhile, another room was already soaked in blood.

The scarlet curtains fluttered like the last rays of sunset, intertwining with the spray of blood from the pierced chest, making it impossible to distinguish between cloth and warm blood.

The gloomy black energy seeped into the bone marrow through the torn flesh and then coiled around the surging blood vessels.

Shen Shuchou's faint soul became increasingly scattered amidst the surging tidal illusion, and the physical sensations were like grains of sand being washed away by the tide, gradually being peeled away from the soul's perception.

The pitch-black blade was deeply embedded in his flesh, frantically sucking the blood from his entire body.

At this moment, his soul and body had long since lost most of their connection, with only a barely perceptible heartbeat maintaining the last link.

In the next room, Su Jue Luo's exquisitely beautiful body was naked, her skin pale yet tinged with a sickly crimson that spread from her neck down to her collarbone, like blood seeping into her flesh.

Her eyes were unfocused yet fanatical, her withered fingers gripping her shoulders tightly, her nails almost digging into her bones.

Her crimson lips parted and closed, murmuring with a chilling obsession: "Cha Cha... wait a little longer... once you've drained his blood and soaked his soul, you'll wake up... soon... very soon..."

In an instant!

Shen Shuchou's blood was suddenly pulled by the power of the forbidden formation, and like a trapped beast, his blood vessels burst and all of it rushed into the black blade.

This blade is the core of the formation inside the house, and it devours far more than just the forbidden blood flowing within his body.

As the black blade gleamed coldly, it was severing the connection between his soul and body inch by inch.

Even the obsessions entrenched deep within the soul and the emotions carried by the body are stripped away and crushed, turning into putrid mud that nourishes the blood.

She wanted all of this to be melted into her blood, to surge with the power of the formation, and to be poured into Su Chacha's body.

The moment the blood was drawn out, Shen Shuchou's body turned deathly pale, but his appearance remained unchanged.

Even with blood depleted and soul separated, the forbidden power of the formation still pins this body to the brink of life and death, preventing it from easily decaying.

The next second, Su Chacha suddenly pulled out the black knife. The scarlet on the blade was so thick it was impossible to see through. It was Shen Shuchou's blood, and it was also wrapped with the emotions that had been brutally torn apart and crushed into dust.

"Cha Cha...you'll be awake soon..."

Su Jue Luo's voice drifted over, sticky like a blood-soaked spiderweb, carrying a morbid allure and a satisfied sigh.

Under the control of this invisible force, Su Chacha mechanically raised her hand with an empty gaze and plunged the blade, which was glowing with an eerie red light, into her own chest.

The blade, saturated with forbidden blood and emotions, slices through flesh as easily as cutting through rotten wood.

The stagnant blood within the blade suddenly erupted, like a raging torrent bursting through a dam, rushing down the wound and instantly flooding her limbs and bones.

Strangely, this raging surge of blood suddenly subsided upon entering the body, like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, without even a ripple, let alone any of the expected disturbances.

In the next room, Su Jueluo held his breath, his gaze fixed on the motionless Su Chacha, sensing that her condition remained unchanged.

His fingertips clenched unconsciously, and an incredulous murmur escaped his throat: "Impossible... How could this be..."

Su Jue Luo intended to use the forbidden blood flowing in Shen Shu Chou's body, which would inevitably cause a change once it came into contact with the remaining forbidden power in Su Cha Cha's body.

However, in Su Jue Luo's perception, Su Cha Cha was still in a state of being like a walking corpse.

"No...this shouldn't be...something must be missing..."

Su Jue Luo shook his head repeatedly, his voice filled with disbelief and disbelief.

Meanwhile, the Tide Land where Shen Shuchou's soul fell was already completely stained with crimson, the blood that had been extracted from him.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

Su Jue Luo's frantic roars still echoed in the void, carrying a deranged obsession on the verge of collapse.

Hearing this hysterical voice, Shen Shuchou felt a chill run down his spine, even though his soul had been severed from his body.

A mocking smile still tugged at the corners of his lips, and a secret sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

The power in his blood that belonged to Tantai Chigu had been dormant for four years, and even he himself could not find a trace of it.

Su Jue Luo's attempt to revive Cha Cha using this long-dormant power was futile from the very beginning.

In fact, she realized this the moment she found Shen Shuchou.

But her obsession had already devoured her reason, and even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, she was willing to take the gamble.

But the scene unfolding before her had no effect whatsoever, which told her that Shen Shuchou's blood was just ordinary blood and had no effect whatsoever.

Just as Su Jue Luo was on the verge of collapse and her mind was nearly deranged.

Suddenly, a "thump-thump" sound rang out from Shen Shuchou's lifeless body.

The voice was deep and powerful, each beat seeming to strike the void.

With this rhythm, the blood that had just been poured into Su Chacha's body, which had been dormant as if dead, seemed to suddenly awaken, and a faint but clear fluctuation began to quietly spread throughout her limbs and bones.

Shen Shuchou heard the sudden thumping sound clearly deep within his soul.

At this moment, although he had severed all senses from his physical body, the beating of his heart, like the precise beat of a drum, was transmitted into his consciousness, carrying a strange, scalding power.

The throbbing sensation in my heart, like a reunion with an old friend, crashed into my soul.

This sense of familiarity is deeply ingrained, clearly belonging to the solitude of Tantai Pond.

This physical anomaly wasn't something he alone sensed. Su Jue Luo's face, which was filled with madness, also suddenly froze, clearly captivated by this abrupt change.

Especially when the blood injected into Su Chacha's body began to surge and boil, even the forbidden power remaining in her meridians was completely devoured in this scalding blood wave, and then a violent resonance was generated.

This sudden turn of events, along with the familiar scent emanating from his heartbeat, clearly told Shen Shuchou that Tantai Chigu, who had been silent for four years, had finally reappeared.

He never expected that she would return in such an unexpected way.