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

Before she could think further, her bare feet had already stepped off the bed, and the ground trembled slightly from the invisible pressure.

Another chain materialized around him, thicker than the previous one, carrying a raging killing intent, and burst forth like a thunderclap.

Su Jueluo's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly swung his sword, the blade drawing a dazzling sword light that barely blocked the first chain that attacked.

But just as she released some of her strength, another black chain appeared like a ghost, looping around to her side and piercing her chest without warning, with a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air!

"puff!"

Blood spurted out, staining the sword blade in front of him red.

A powerful, forbidden force surged through the chains like a poisonous vine into Su Jueluo's body, instantly tearing apart her meridians.

She let out a muffled groan, her grip on the sword slipped, and it clattered to the ground. Her body slumped forward, but the chains piercing her body held her firmly in place, unable to move.

Tantai Chi's purple eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the blood gushing from Su Jue Luo's chest. A strange emotion deep within his body suddenly intensified, as if it were silently resisting.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the chains, and her brows furrowed. This feeling of being out of control made her inexplicably irritable.

Tantai Chi Gu, hehe... out of Cha Cha's body...

Even with black chains piercing his chest, Su Jue Luo still held on to his last breath and raised his blood-stained face.

His eyes were bloodshot from madness, and his voice was hoarse like a broken gong, each word sounding like a roar squeezed out of his throat.

"Please... spare her... I beg you..."

Just then, a faint, almost transparent voice suddenly rang out in the depths of Tantai Chigu's consciousness.

The voice was choked with sobs, a manifestation of Su Chacha's instinctive awareness.

Hearing this plea, Tantai Chigu was not calmed down; instead, his frustration intensified.

The noise within that body, like a persistent, insidious infection, disturbed her peace of mind.

She clenched her fists, her purple eyes flashing with cold light, almost activating the chains again.

"Save him first..."

The faint voice rang out again, and this time, Tantai Chigu paused.

Her purple eyes darkened slightly as she looked at Shen Shuchou on the bed, slowly loosening her grip on the chains.

The chains binding Su Jue Luo's body lost their strength and fell to the ground with a thud, causing Su Jue Luo to crash heavily to the ground.

She coughed up blood, yet her crazed eyes remained fixed on her every move.

Tantai Chigu ignored Su Juelu and quietly wrapped another black chain around the bedding beside the bed with a gentle movement.

The chains rolled up the bedding, carefully wrapped around Shen Shuchou, and then slowly pulled him to the front of her.

She looked down at the lifeless face of the person in her arms and gently buried her head in the crook of his neck.

Beneath my palm, at the heart of that body, a faint beating still emanates.

Immediately, a powerful forbidden wave surged from Tantai Chigu's body, surging like a bursting dam of ink.

In an instant, it condensed into a jet-black, blood-red pillar of light, soaring into the sky and piercing through the clouds, leaving behind only a lingering, chilling aura.

Su Jue Luo stared at that resolute figure, her scarlet eyes seemingly burning with blood, clinging tightly to the dome where the blood color had vanished.

She never imagined that her meticulously planned scheme would become the opportunity for Tantai Chigu to recover his health through Su Chacha.

"The lonely pond of Tantai..."

She gritted her teeth, her voice filled with resentment and hatred.

On the other side, Gu Jian and Gu Qingran stood quietly in the shadows outside the Purple Smoke Cloud Pavilion.

He lightly tapped the hilt of his sword with his fingertips, his brows furrowed slightly, as he secretly considered whether to force his way into the pavilion with the force of thunder using the three-foot-long sword in his hand.

As he was looking for another opportunity to enter, Gu Jian suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky, his composure instantly replaced by surprise.

A jet-black streak, like a shooting star in the night sky, tore through the heavens, carrying a familiar, chilling aura, and sped away into the distance.

The moment that scent entered his nostrils, Gu Jian's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his grip on the sword tightened abruptly.

The turbulent waves surging in his eyes almost burst forth; this aura was clearly that of Tantai Chigu, whom he was looking for.

.......

.......

The girl sat alone on the windowsill, her eyes dim, making the faint light from outside seem lifeless.

The commotion outside reached her ears, and after listening intently for a while, the self-mockery that bloomed on her lips was colder than the wind outside the window.

Since entering the sect, she has been imprisoned in this house.

Surrounded by magical arrays, the entrance was impassable. For months, apart from Mu Yunyi, no one else had set foot there.

Today, the day he spoke of has finally arrived.

But she was just a mortal, her life and death were not even in her own hands, so what could she do?

Thinking of this, the self-deprecation gradually subsided, turning into an inescapable sense of powerlessness in my heart.

Ta-da!

Suddenly, footsteps approached from afar.

"Click."

The door hinges made a dry, rattling sound, and a sliver of light peeked through the crack before being pushed open completely by a figure.

The chill emanating from the newcomer was even stronger than the autumn wind outside. As soon as she entered, Wen Yuning felt a chill on the tip of her nose.

She maintained her bowed head, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the wood grain of the windowsill, the self-mockery at the corner of her mouth turning from a faint smile into a cold arc.

"Yu Ning, you should go out now."

A familiar, cool voice rang out, calm yet like a needle, piercing her feigned tranquility.

Wen Yuning's shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly, and her voice rolled out from her throat, carrying the coldness and exhaustion that had been suppressed for months: "What else do you want to do?"

It wasn't a question, but more like a powerless accusation, falling sharply in the empty room.

"Today is your wedding day; you shouldn't be inside."

The clear, cold voice paused, adding a barely perceptible hesitation.

Wen Yuning finally raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on that aloof face: "Didn't you lock me up here? Why are you letting me out now?"

This exquisite face, with eyebrows like distant mountains shrouded in mist and eyes like autumn waters rippling across the water, yet there was not a trace of warmth in those eyes.

Faced with such a gaze, Wen Qingning's eyes darted away for a moment, but her tone remained as cold and hard as iron: "Today is different from other days. Today is your wedding day, you should leave."

marriage……"

Wen Yuning repeated herself in a low voice, the last syllable drawn out, before suddenly bursting into laughter, the sorrow and anger in her laughter almost overflowing.

"My marriage was never my choice from beginning to end. Don't you find it ridiculous to say this now?"

"Yu Ning, stop being stubborn, it's time to go out."

She stepped forward, reaching out to pull her, her tone more urgent, yet she consistently avoided addressing her questions.

Wen Yuning looked at his outstretched hand and felt a surge of anger rising to her head.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed in the silent room, landing squarely on Wen Qingning's face.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and the coldness on her face froze instantly. Even the surrounding air seemed to solidify after that slap.

Wen Yuning's eyes were already swollen with despair, and tears, like the rising tide, overflowed her pupils and rolled down her pale cheeks.

She stared intently at Wen Qingning; those eyes, which had once reflected the spring sunshine, were now only a broken, lifeless void.

Wen Qingning could have easily dodged the slap; even with her eyes closed, she could have sensed the force of the blow.

But when she saw the desolation in Wen Yuning's eyes, the guilt surging in her heart instantly overwhelmed her instincts, and she took the blow head-on.

But his face remained cold and hard, and his voice was as soft as a sigh: "Don't hate me."

Before she could finish speaking, she reached out and grabbed Wen Yuning's wrist, ignoring the struggles coming from the other's wrist, and forcibly dragged her towards the door.

As soon as she stepped out the door, Wen Qingning felt the grip on her wrist suddenly loosen.

She turned around in confusion, only to see Wen Yuning smiling. The smile slowly spread from the corners of her mouth, carrying the tremor of surviving a disaster, and even the tears in the corners of her eyes were tinged with a bit of brightness.

Following her gaze, Wen Qingning abruptly stopped, her entire body tensing instantly.

In the corner of my eye, with my eyelids slightly lowered, I noticed that a figure in red had suddenly lit up the courtyard like a wildfire.

The man had long, flowing red hair that cascaded down his shoulders, and his red robes, like burnt-out flames, swayed gently in the wind.

His face, in particular, possessed an exquisite beauty imbued with murderous intent, a striking blend of sharpness and stunning beauty that was exceptionally captivating.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

The voice, carried by the wind flowing through the courtyard, was steady and settled into Wen Yuning's ears.

Wen Yu gazed intently at the dazzling red, the despair surging in her eyes instantly replaced by gentle light.

The smile on her lips gradually spread, becoming clearer and clearer, and even her voice trembled slightly: "Not too late, just right."