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

Above the blue star's dome, the flowing clouds surged like tattered brocade.

With her crimson robes billowing in the wind, Yu Linghuan's figure hovered silently amidst the fierce wind, like a rosy cloud burning in the heavens.

Her beautiful eyes, shimmering with light, lowered, taking in the entire planet below, covered by azure ocean currents.

With a slight twitch of his brow, his gaze returned to his palm, where a consciousness shrouded in a hazy mist was slumbering.

Amidst the swirling mist, a grotesque figure could be vaguely seen curled up inside.

Not long ago, this consciousness briefly awakened and not only told Yu Linghuan that Shen Shuchou, whom she had been searching for, was on this blue planet in front of her.

He also revealed his name to her: Fifth Qinghan.

They even clearly described who was gathered around Shen Shuchou on Blue Star at that moment.

"Fifth Qinghan..."

Yu Linghuan parted her red lips slightly, her voice seemingly broken by the wind and drifting away into the sky.

"I hope you're not lying to me. If it's really as you say, this situation does have some interesting aspects."

As soon as she finished speaking, the aura flowing around her suddenly subsided, and her red dress, like a flame shattered by the wind, silently merged into the sky.

The chaotic consciousness in her palm remained dormant, transforming into a faint red shadow that pierced through the clouds.

Following that faint, almost imperceptible aura, I gently knocked on the boundary gate of this place and silently slipped into this world.

at the same time!

Suzhou, in that familiar villa.

Shen Shuchou sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze falling on Fifth Shushuang, who was lying quietly on the bed.

She remained unconscious, her face so pale it was almost transparent, her long eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, completely still.

He had just learned from Hu Baibai that the consciousness belonging to Fifth Qinghan within Fifth Shushuang's body had disappeared.

Shen Shuchou did not blame Hu Baibai and the others at all, but there was still a hint of melancholy between his brows.

What troubled him was twofold: firstly, he had no idea where Fifth Qinghan's consciousness was currently, and secondly, the current state of Fifth Shushuang.

Without the constraints of Fifth Qinghan's consciousness, Fifth Shushuang's own consciousness was able to break free of its shackles.

However, because Fifth Qinghan's body was severely injured, he was unable to fully open his eyes for a long time.

Shen Shuchou gently reached out his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing her cool cheek, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

In the living room, separated by just one door, the air was so thick it resembled ink that couldn't be dissolved, so stagnant it seemed you could wring water out of it.

The women stood facing each other, their gazes clashing silently, a tense atmosphere building.

Jiang Qianqiu's gaze was the most intense, like a burning flame, fixed on Tantai Chigu, as if trying to pierce through her.

She could clearly sense the dormant power within the other party, and the oppressive feeling was enough to pose a threat. In her eyes, it was in no way inferior to Qin Hongyi, with whom she had fought fiercely before.

Not only Jiang Qianqiu, but Pei Rou, Luo Shisan and Hu Baibai also turned their gazes toward Tantai Chigu.

Faced with these focused gazes, Tantai Chigu neither flinched nor avoided them, meeting them head-on one by one.

The forbidden power around him surged almost imperceptibly, like an invisible glass barrier, neither actively provoking nor showing the slightest weakness.

In the silence where their gazes met, Jiang Qianqiu's hostility was most direct.

The grievances from Shen Shuchou's scolding still lingered on her small face, now covered with a layer of frost, like a thorny plum blossom in the cold.

"And where did you come from?"

Finally, Jiang Qianqiu couldn't hold back any longer and broke the silence first.

His tone still held lingering anger, like a small animal guarding its territory, warily eyeing the uninvited guest who had suddenly barged in.

Faced with the questioning, Tantai Chi simply pursed her lips and remained silent.

She was also filled with doubts, wondering what kind of connection these women had with the Dao Master.

The solitary stone statue in Tantai Pond remained silent, neither answering nor making any movement.

The aura surging around him grew even stronger, and Jiang Qianqiu's anger intensified.

The next second, she suddenly stood up from the sofa, with black lightning faintly crackling around her.

Just then, a warm little hand suddenly reached out from the side and gently tugged at the hem of her clothes.

Jiang Qianqiu turned her head and met Pei Rou's worried eyes. When she saw her looking over, Pei Rou gently shook her head, clearly trying to dissuade her from acting impulsively.

But these minor obstacles ultimately failed to extinguish the hidden fire in Jiang Qianqiu's eyes.

With a slight flick of her wrist, she broke free from the hand gripping her clothes, and with a swift stride, she rushed to Tantai Chigu in two quick steps.

At close range, Jiang Qianqiu's cold black eyes met the other's unfathomable purple pupils.

The dark lightning surging in his eyes silently clashed with the forbidden power surrounding Tantai Chigu.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Fox White, who had been sitting quietly to the side, slowly got up.

Her fingertips, cool yet warm, gently covered Jiang Qianqiu's hand and then grasped it firmly.

The force wasn't strong, but it carried an unwavering determination that left no room for escape.

Jiang Qianqiu's shoulder stiffened, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand away, but the hand gripped her even tighter.

She glanced back and met Fox White's clear, shallow eyes.

From those dark eyes surging with thunder, Hu Baibai clearly saw the grievances and resentment in her heart.

Shen Shuchou's reprimand was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her heart, and this sadness transformed into hostility towards Tantai Chigu.

Fox White understood. In the past, it was Shen Shuchou who would gently reprimand her.

Jiang Qianqiu would just pout, looking a little aggrieved and then snuggle into his arms, acting all cute and affectionate.

But this time was different; his stern rebuke was clearly directed at the woman who had suddenly appeared before him.

This differential treatment was like a fire, burning Jiang Qianqiu with anger and resentment, making it impossible for him to remain calm.

Looking at the silent comfort in Hu Baibai's eyes, Jiang Qianqiu still bit her lip, clearly unwilling to give up.

But the next second, a soft "click" sound came from beside her, the sound of the door being pushed open.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Shuchou's figure slowly appeared in the girls' sight.

His expression was calm as his gaze swept across the living room before finally settling on Jiang Qianqiu.

Upon seeing Shen Shuchou, Jiang Qianqiu's aggrieved expression deepened, her eyes, which had just been filled with anger, now gleamed even more.

At this moment, as if veiled by a layer of moisture, she reluctantly moved away from Tantai Chigu and stared intently at him.

Shen Shuchou met her gaze, his face expressionless, offering neither blame nor comfort.

He said nothing, simply walking silently past the women without pausing, clearly not intending to say anything more at this moment.

Watching his retreating figure disappear through the doorway, Jiang Qianqiu finally couldn't hold back any longer and, with a deep sense of grievance, softly called out, "Sir..."

The voice was very soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, yet it was exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

But Shen Shuchou did not stop. He pushed open the door to the entrance and his figure quickly disappeared outside.

As the door closed gently, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

The tense atmosphere that had just been building up had quietly dissipated, leaving only a heavy, oppressive silence in the air.

At this moment, in the old Shen family residence far away in Kyoto.

Shen Jiaxuan's face was tinged with an undisguised ugliness. He was restless and fidgety, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs, making him appear extremely uneasy.

On the armchair opposite him, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a plain long robe, was slightly closing his eyes, as if he were resting.

This person is none other than the previous head of the Shen family. Although he has long since retired, he is still the true ruler of this vast family. He is Shen Chong'an, and also Shen Jiaxuan's biological father.

Shen Jiaxuan had always held his father in awe since childhood. His father was ruthless and decisive, and his authority was ingrained in his very bones.

This trait has now been fully inherited by Shen Shuche, and it is precisely because of this that, despite being surrounded by his two older brothers, Shen Shuche was able to forcefully seize the position of family head.

Even though Shen Chong'an was just sitting quietly, Shen Jiaxuan still felt a tightness in his chest.

His eyes darted left and right involuntarily, avoiding eye contact with that calm figure.

"He hasn't arrived yet."

A deep, resonant voice suddenly broke the silence in the hall.

Shen Jiaxuan's body trembled violently, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he quickly looked up.

Shen Chong'an, who had been resting with his eyes closed, had opened them at some point.

Those eyes showed no signs of age or dullness; instead, they were like a deep, unfathomable ocean.

With just a fleeting glance, Shen Jiaxuan subconsciously lowered his eyes, not daring to meet his gaze again.

"I...I don't know, I'll call and ask."

Shen Jiaxuan quickly lowered his head, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

He knew perfectly well who his father was referring to: Shen Shuche.

The Shen family has an ironclad rule: no matter where they are.

At the end of every two months, the core members of the clan must return to the old house for a gathering, without exception.

Shen Chong'an's gaze fell on Shen Jiaxuan. Although his face was expressionless, a barely perceptible look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"No."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another clear, cold voice came from the doorway.

Shen Jiaxuan looked up abruptly and saw Shen Shuche stepping in from the threshold. His black robe swept across the ground, raising a wisp of dust, and his expression remained indifferent.

Shen Chong'an's gaze did not follow him; he simply uttered three words: "You're too late."

Shen Shuche stood still in the hall, meeting his father's gaze, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "It's not too late."

Only after those four words were spoken did Shen Chong'an slowly turn his gaze to look at him.

The father and son stared at each other, the air seemed to freeze, neither willing to look away first.

Shen Jiaxuan stood to the side, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He knew that the father and son's aura was not tolerable to others, so he quickly bowed and said, "Father, Third Brother, I'll go out first."

Having said that, he practically fled the room.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I saw a figure in white whispering something to a maid carrying a tea tray.

His gentle tone and smiling eyes made the maid blush, and she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

Hearing footsteps, the man in white turned around. It was Shen Yanzhi, the second young master of the Shen family.

Upon seeing Shen Jiaxuan, his smile deepened, and he strode forward to greet him: "Fourth Brother, why do you look so pale? Did Father scold you?"

Shen Jiaxuan looked at his second brother, who was known for his womanizing ways, and gave a helpless bitter smile: "Second brother, I'm fine, it's just... Second brother and father are at odds again."

Shen Yanzhi raised an eyebrow, toying with the jade pendant at his waist with his fingertips, his tone somewhat nonchalant.

"Those two can't stand each other without exchanging a few words. Come on, let me show you something nice, don't just stand here like decorations."

Shen Jiaxuan asked softly, "Where is my older brother?"

Hearing this, Shen Yanzhi shook his head, his tone somewhat casual: "Who knows? Don't you know my brother's personality? He just doesn't want to see certain people."

"Are 'certain people' referring to me?"

As soon as Shen Yanzhi finished speaking, another voice rang out, carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible.

Shen Yanzhi looked up and his gaze met Shen Shuche's.

He shrugged slowly, his tone relaxed yet somewhat distant: "I didn't name names, so you'd better not take it upon yourself."

After saying that, Shen Yanzhi pulled Shen Jiaxuan and tried to leave.

But the next second, Shen Shuche's hand suddenly landed firmly on Shen Jiaxuan's shoulder, with an undeniable force.

Then his voice came again, deep and somewhat oppressive: "Fourth brother, is there something you're hiding from me?"