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

The words carried on the wind gently touched her ear, and a soft smile spread across the girl's lips.

The bright red dress standing in the long wind, like a raging fire burning away the cold mist, steadily fell into her eyes, instantly smoothing out all the unease in her heart.

Wen Yuning knew clearly that on this day and at this hour, she had finally broken free from her sister's chess game and was no longer a pawn to be manipulated.

Wen Qingning always regarded her as a bargaining chip, but no one knew that this seemingly weak and boneless pawn had already hidden a trump card in her heart.

This reliance was a desperate gamble she had made, betting that the person who could protect her would wake up.

Until this moment, as the wind swept through her red dress, she knew that she had won this gamble.

From their first meeting to their brief time together, Wen Yuning realized that Qin Hongyi was no ordinary cultivator.

In fact, from the very beginning, she never intended to leave this world that had trapped her. Just like what she said to Qin Hongyi that night, she wanted to keep that initial feeling of attraction safely hidden in her heart forever.

She was never one to force things, and that person had already faded into a blurry shadow in her world.

She then suppressed all thoughts of pursuit, turning only the initial affection in her heart into the moonlight that sustained her for the rest of her life.

The moonlight was gentle, yet also cold, trapping her in the city of memories, year after year, with no one knocking on the door.

Countless fringes of leaves, each adorned with longing, are swept by the wind past fingertips, only to eventually drift lightly to the lake of the heart, creating a ripple unseen by anyone before sinking to the bottom.

If it weren't for Wen Qingning's insistence on crushing this seemingly docile pawn to win the favor of others.

Perhaps, by this moonlight, she will quietly remain trapped in this besieged city until the end of her life.

But now she wants to push open that rusty door to her heart, gather the fallen tassel leaves scattered across the lake, and search for the person who has long since disappeared into the past.

Even if the road ahead is uncertain, even if she can't find a place to return to, at least she wants that feeling of affection to no longer be trapped and moldy in her heart.

"Do you want me to kill her?"

Qin Hongyi's voice was clear and cold, like frost, and suddenly fell into my ears.

Wen Yuning simply shook her head slightly, her slender shoulders twitching as if trying to break free from Wen Qingning's grasp.

But that hand, like an iron clamp, still gripped her wrist tightly, its knuckles almost digging into her flesh.

"Sister, I am not a pawn in your game... Let me go."

Her voice was soft, like a tassel leaf swaying in the wind, with a touch of pleading tenderness.

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Qingning withdrew her gaze from Qin Hongyi, her eyes now filled with icy coldness: "If you stay by your sister's side, you can't go anywhere."

When Wen Qingning first met Qin Hongyi, she was indeed terrified by the unfathomable and terrifying aura emanating from her.

But now, looking at Qin Hongyi, it's clear that the spiritual energy emanating from her body is merely that of a Mahayana Realm cultivator.

Moreover, there is a half-step Emperor Realm expert presiding over this hall, surrounded by several Mahayana cultivators.

She didn't believe Qin Hongyi could really take Wen Yuning away from this impenetrable wall; in her eyes...

In this world, there is only one person who can break her game, Jiang Qianqiu, and the person in front of her is definitely not him.

Seeing this, Qin Hongyi, who was not far away, stopped talking and simply took a step and slowly walked towards the two of them.

The steps were light and slow, yet they seemed to shatter the stagnant air in the palace. With each step, the surrounding breeze seemed to sink a little deeper.

Wen Qingning's eyes narrowed suddenly, and true energy shot out from her wrist like a silver snake, instantly binding Wen Yuning to her side and rendering her slender body unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual power of the peak Mahayana stage around her exploded, like thunder rolling across the sky.

The overwhelming pressure swept down, and fine dust began to fall from the cracks in the stone steps of the main hall.

Qin Hongyi's steps remained as steady as a rock, as if the overwhelming pressure was nothing more than a thin mist passing by.

Her red dress fluttered in the wind, making her figure appear even more upright without the slightest hesitation.

Wen Qingning frowned, her unease growing stronger.

Before she could think it through, she condensed a stream of true energy from her fingertips, tearing through the air like a sharp arrow and heading straight for Qin Hongyi's face. She wanted to find out more about this woman in red.

However, the unstoppable Mahayana True Qi suddenly shattered like broken jade three inches away from Qin Hongyi, without even stirring her clothes.

"I don't want to kill you because you're her sister."

Qin Hongyi's voice was as cold as a thousand-year-old icy pool, without the slightest ripple, yet it made Wen Qingning's heart sink suddenly.

Just then, countless powerful auras swept in from the distant horizon, sweeping across the sky like thunder and waves, and landed in front of the white jade steps of the Moonflower Sect in an instant.

Among those who came were elders of the Moonflower Sect, dressed in black robes, as well as guests from other sects who came to offer their congratulations.

Whether brocade robes and jade belts or plain clothes, they all carried the unique aura of powerful cultivators.

Clearly, Wen Qingning's powerful spiritual energy surge from the peak of the Mahayana stage had already drawn the attention of the entire mountain.

"Sect Master Wen, the spiritual energy around the palace is surging and boiling. May I ask what has happened?"

At the front of the crowd, an elderly man dressed in a gray-blue scholar's robe spoke first. His long beard trembled slightly in the wind, and his tone was full of surprise and doubt.

Upon hearing this, a calculating glint flashed across Wen Qingning's eyes. She then pointed at Qin Hongyi, her voice tinged with deliberate indignation: "I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment! Today is a day for my Yuehua Sect to host a banquet for our fellow cultivators, yet an uninvited guest has dared to break into our sect and attempt to abduct a bride. I am truly ashamed to say that you have all witnessed this!"

These words were like a pebble thrown into boiling water; everyone present stiffened, and their gazes all turned to Qin Hongyi.

But when he saw that beneath the bright red was a woman, the scholar-robed elder who had spoken earlier paused, then cupped his hands again and said, "Sect Leader Wen, are you joking? Throughout history, we've only ever heard of men abducting brides; we've never seen a woman kidnap a bride!"

Sect Leader Zhang, do I look like I'm joking?

Wen Qingning's voice turned cold. "This woman's origins are unknown. As soon as she entered the sect, she insisted on taking my sister away. Is this not kidnapping a bride, or is she trying to arrange a marriage?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present tensed up again, exchanging glances before their eyes once more fixed on Qin Hongyi.

However, when everyone focused their attention and sensed that the spiritual energy emanating from Qin Hongyi was only that of a beginner Mahayana cultivator, the surrounding airflow quietly eased.

But no one stepped forward, and no one said anything.

These old foxes from various sects are all shrewd and capable; how could they not see through the clues?

An unknown cultivator at the initial stage of Mahayana cultivation dared to venture alone into the den of dragons and tigers that is the Moonflower Sect.

He even dared to tell Wen Qingning that he would take her away, which was the most illogical thing about him.

Moreover, Wen Qingning had already spread her overwhelming pressure as a peak Mahayana cultivator, yet she was now standing still in the same spot.

Although he was condensing his spiritual power, he showed no intention of making a move again, instead making the reason for his kidnapping of his bride known to everyone.

Everyone saw through the silent standoff; Wen Qingning was clearly using them, as outsiders, to probe the truth.

Even she didn't dare to easily touch this woman in red, which shows what unfathomable trump cards she possessed beneath her seemingly shallow cultivation.

Bound by true energy, Wen Yuning's eyes were filled with worry, and a little moisture clung to her eyelashes, almost sliding down her pale cheeks.

Although she knew Qin Hongyi was extraordinary, her gaze swept over the faces of the several powerful figures around her, which were as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.

Even as I felt the oppressive aura emanating from them, a pressure powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world, my heart still felt as if it were being clenched by an invisible hand.

Qin Hongyi, who was only a few steps away, caught sight of her anxious eyes.

She didn't say anything, but slightly turned her head and gave Wen Yuning a very faint look.

Her eyebrows arched slightly, and the coldness in her eyes softened a little, revealing a hint of solace, like a spark in the cold night. It strangely calmed Wen Yuning's turbulent heart.

Although Qin Hongyi has escaped from the nightmare world and recovered most of her injuries, she is still far from her peak.

Even so, in her eyes, these Mahayana cultivators were nothing more than dust that could be cut down with her sword.

What made her even more focused was that in the distant clouds, a half-step Emperor Realm aura, like a lurking ancient dragon, was quietly lurking and observing. Although it had not shown itself, it had already concealed its killing intent in the wind.

Seeing that everyone remained silent and did nothing, Wen Qingning finally couldn't hold back any longer. She bowed to the crowd in a cold, hard voice, saying, "This woman has trespassed into my Moonflower Sect with malicious intent. I implore all of you to assist us in killing her!"

These words were like a stone thrown into stagnant water. Those cultivators who originally only wanted to watch from the sidelines could not resist the call of "sect code of conduct" and began to chime in.

"This old man is willing to lend Sect Leader Wen a hand to rid him of this madman!"

"I second that opinion; how can we allow such a person to run rampant in the Moonflower Sect!"

"Now that we've come to offer our congratulations, let us do our part to help Sect Master Wen eliminate these troublemakers!"

One voice after another rang out, and the originally loose crowd gradually formed a circle. The spiritual energy fluctuations swept over like a raging sea, pressing down on Qin Hongyi layer by layer.

Wen Yuning's heart trembled violently as she watched, her pale lips bitten until they bled, but she could only watch helplessly.

Her only support was to face the storm and withstand the overwhelming killing intent alone.

Despite the overwhelming murderous intent hanging like a cold blade overhead, Qin Hongyi remained calm and composed throughout.

She gazed intently at Wen Yuning's eyes and said softly, "Should we kill them?"

These words, once spoken, even stirred the anger within those cultivators who had initially intended to stand aside.

"Insolence! You're only at the early stage of the Mahayana realm, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly? You're simply courting death!"

Before the angry shout had even finished, the cultivator had already taken a step forward, his spiritual power erupting outwards with a roar, and the pressure of a peak Mahayana cultivator swept out like a tidal wave.

But Qin Hongyi didn't even spare a glance for him, her eyes fixed on Wen Yuning's face.

I don't want you to get hurt because of me.

Wen Yu Ning said softly, even though Qin Hongyi's gaze was comforting, the worry between her brows grew wildly like weeds, "If things can't be done, you... should still leave."

"Now that I have come, I will surely take you away."

Qin Hongyi's voice was not loud, but it carried a firm and resolute tone: "I will definitely find a place for that love you keep hidden in your heart."

After a slight pause, she added, each word striking Wen Yuning's heart: "Together."

These four words, spoken lightly, struck like a thunderclap. Wen Yuning bit her lip, unable to utter a word, only tears falling like broken pearls onto her clothes.

The Mahayana peak cultivator, who had been completely ignored, was now consumed by rage.

He suddenly clenched his fist, and a terrifying pressure, like dark clouds covering the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the void, rushed towards Qin Hongyi.

Only when the oppressive aura was almost within reach did she slowly raise her eyes, her gaze unwavering, standing proudly like a plum blossom in winter, unmoving an inch.

Noisy.

A soft rebuke, not like an angry shout, made the whole world seem to fall silent for a moment.

Qin Hongyi slightly bent the five fingers of her right hand and seemingly casually pressed down towards the oppressive aura.

There was no earth-shattering splendor, nor any deafening roar.

That terrifying power, enough to make ordinary Mahayana cultivators retreat, vanished without a trace the moment it touched the energy at her fingertips, like ice and snow melting away.

The cultivator at the peak of the Mahayana stage suddenly narrowed his eyes, his angry expression froze, and was replaced by incredulous horror.

He felt an invisible force rebounding from the oppressive aura, and as his blood surged, he couldn't help but take three steps back, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

"You...you're not at the initial stage of Mahayana cultivation?"

His voice trembled, and his gaze toward Qin Hongyi finally held a hint of apprehension and fear.

Qin Hongyi was too lazy to get entangled with that cultivator. She turned to look at Wen Qingning, her voice cold but with a hint of restraint: "Today's game can either result in rivers of blood or remain untouched."

If it were the old her, she would have already taken action by now, without saying a word or showing any mercy.

However, after returning from the nightmare world, the murderous intent in her heart had gradually faded like the receding tide. Moreover, she did not want to show Wen Yuning her bloodied hands.

"I don't believe you can do it."

Wen Qingning's voice was firm.

"sister……"

Wen Yuning called out softly, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Wen Qingning's stern look as she suddenly turned around.

"Shut up!"

After the reprimand subsided, Wen Qingning's gaze swept over Qin Hongyi, carrying a deliberately sharp edge: "She's not Jiang Qianqiu; she doesn't have the ability to take you away."

The words "Jiang Qianqiu" struck like a thunderbolt, instantly stirring up a storm in the depths of Qin Hongyi's eyes.

She wasn't very familiar with the name, but it was already etched into her very bones—that girl surrounded by dark, thunderous energy, with eyes so black they were unfathomable.

Just thinking of this person caused a long-dormant killing intent to rise uncontrollably from the depths of Qin Hongyi's heart.

It grew wildly like dark vines, spreading along the blood vessels to every part of the body, making the air in the whole world feel chilling.

"You know Jiang Qianqiu."

Wen Qingning was slightly taken aback at first, then her heart skipped a beat as she sensed something unusual in his seemingly ordinary words: "You also know Jiang Qianqiu?"

Qin Hongyi did not answer, but chuckled softly, her laughter carrying an indescribable meaning: "So it seems that this world originally belonged to Jiang Qianqiu."

"Who exactly are you? What is your relationship with Jiang Qianqiu?"

Wen Qingning then truly realized that something was wrong.

Who is Jiang Qianqiu? He is a true emperor, yet he recognizes this woman in red.

Faced with this question, Qin Hongyi only uttered four words, but they struck Wen Qingning and Wen Yuning like a thunderbolt, leaving the two of them completely frozen in place.

"A defeated general."