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

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Yun Gui Xuan.

A luxury car silently glided to the door and came to a smooth stop.

As the car door opened, the first thing that caught the eye was a pair of remarkably long and slender legs.

Xie Zhixia, dressed in a coat, slowly stepped out of the car, and the other car door opened accordingly.

Shen Shuchou walked out, wearing an expensive tuxedo that accentuated his tall and straight figure. Xie Zhixia had half-forced and half-coaxed him into wearing it.

"This is it."

Xie Zhixia turned her head and said to him.

Shen Shuchou raised his eyes and glanced indifferently at the three characters "Yun Gui Xuan" on the lintel.

"I'll only help you this once."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhixia rolled her eyes slightly.

"Just this once. As long as that woman suffers, we're even. You really think I care about you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she strode inside.

Shen Shuchou sighed helplessly and had no choice but to follow.

"Miss Xie, please come in."

The doorman bowed respectfully.

Xie Zhixia didn't look to the side and went straight inside.

When it was Shen Shuchou's turn, the waiter slightly raised his hand to block his way: "Sir, do you have an invitation?"

Shen Shuchou frowned slightly.

He glanced at the young man before him and was slightly surprised.

This person actually possessed the spiritual energy fluctuations of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

Is a gatekeeper a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator?

Who exactly is hiding in Yun Gui Xuan?

The person Xie Zhixia wanted him to deal with was certainly not someone to be trifled with.

Upon realizing this, Shen Shuchou inexplicably felt a little regretful.

"Sir? Do you have an invitation?"

The waiter's voice rang out again, gentle yet uncompromising.

Shen Shuchou looked into the doorway, but Xie Zhixia had already disappeared.

It was obvious without even thinking that Xie Zhixia deliberately shook him off, wanting to see him humiliated in public.

He didn't bother to argue and simply said, "I came with Miss Xie."

"I'm sorry, sir," the waiter shook his head slightly, "no one is allowed to enter without an invitation, regardless of who they are with."

Shen Shuchou said no more and turned to leave.

The waiter stood there, clearly not expecting him to leave so decisively.

"Miss Xie, he's gone."

The waiter immediately sent a message inside.

The next moment, Xie Zhixia turned back from inside the door, watching Shen Shuchou's receding figure, and gritted her teeth, uttering a low growl:

"Shen Shuchou, you stop right there!"

Shen Shuchou did not stop walking, nor did he even turn his head.

Several pairs of eyes turned to Xie Zhixia.

Her face turned cold as she swept her gaze across the crowd: "What are you looking at? If you want to look, go home and look at your mother."

Someone immediately felt a surge of anger and was about to lash out when they were suddenly pulled back by someone next to them. After a few words were whispered, the person's expression changed drastically, and they hurriedly left.

Seeing that Shen Shuchou had not stopped, Xie Zhixia stomped her foot slightly in anger and quickly caught up with him.

She immediately stepped in front of him, her face clearly showing anger: "Shen Shuchou, did you do this on purpose?"

Seeing her "victim accusing first" act, Shen Shuchou's impatience deepened: "Miss Xie, I don't have time to play these pointless games with you. I promised to help you; if you don't care, wouldn't it be better for me to leave?"

Sensing the coldness and impatience in his words, Xie Zhixia's coldness instantly dissipated.

Her tone softened slightly: "You really have absolutely no sense of romance. Never mind, come in with me, I've already prepared the invitation."

"I just hope this is the last time."

Shen Shuchou's gaze fell on her, and he spoke calmly.

Xie Zhixia didn't answer, but just snorted softly and turned to walk inside first.

Passing through the porch, they entered a quiet corridor, dimly lit and covered with a thick carpet, where footsteps were completely absorbed. The two walked one after the other.

Shen Shuchou's divine sense spread out slightly. It seemed very quiet inside, but the surrounding area was filled with the dynamic field of spiritual energy.

Reaching the end of the corridor, Xie Zhixia stopped beside a carved wooden door on the left, glanced back at Shen Shuchou, and said, "We're here."

Xie Zhixia pushed open the door and walked in first, followed closely by Shen Shuchou.

The room was luxuriously furnished, with a crystal chandelier reflecting dazzling light and a faint fragrance floating in the air.

On the sofa in the center of the room, three men and two women were talking in hushed tones. Hearing the noise, a young man in a silver-gray suit quickly stood up, a gentle smile on his face: "Zhi Xia, you're late again."

Xie Zhixia glanced at him, her tone indifferent: "Song Jingchen, whether I'm late or not is none of your business."

Song Jingchen's smile remained unchanged, seemingly already accustomed to her attitude. His gaze then shifted to Shen Shuchou, a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "And who is this?"

"This is my man."

Xie Zhixia suddenly reached out and took Shen Shuchou's arm.

Shen Shuchou's brows twitched almost imperceptibly, but he did not break free.

Song Jingchen, standing to the side, opened his mouth slightly, and a strange sense of sympathy appeared in his gaze as he looked at Shen Shuchou.

"Miss Xie is truly a womanizer; she's never short of men wherever she goes. I just wonder how long this one's shelf life will last."

A mocking chuckle rang out.

Shen Shuchou looked in the direction of the voice and saw a heavily made-up woman leaning on the sofa, her eyes sweeping over him and Xie Zhixia with disdain.

Beside her sat a woman dressed in white, her eyes lowered as she intently read a book, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.

"I wondered who was barking, but it turned out to be the dogs kept by the Shen family."

Xie Zhixia sneered and retorted without holding back.

"you!"

The heavily made-up woman's eyes widened in anger, and her face flushed red.

"Oh, I forgot, you're not even a dog of the Shen family, at most a lackey wagging his tail and begging for mercy by someone's side."

Xie Zhixia pressed closer, then turned her gaze to the woman in white, her tone even colder, "Shen Luoning, if you can't control your dog, I don't mind teaching him a lesson."

Upon hearing this, the woman in white slowly put down the book in her hand and raised her head.

It was an extremely beautiful face, with an almost indifferent coldness in her brows and eyes that were so clear that they seemed to contain no trace of worldly affairs.

But with just that one glance, a sudden pause appeared in those calm and undisturbed eyes.

In Shen Luoning's vision, everything around her seemed to fade and blur instantly; the luxury of the living room and the whispers nearby all faded away rapidly.

Instead, a scene both strange and familiar unfolded.

Four towering white jade pillars stood around the perimeter, their surfaces covered with intricate runes and emitting a faint golden light.

Behind the pillars stood a magnificent palace, its glazed tiles shimmering in the sunlight.

She herself sat upright on a high platform in front of the palace, wearing an elaborate and gorgeous robe, surrounded by a faint but powerful aura.

Below the high platform, between four jade pillars, a little boy with tattered clothes and covered in wounds was kneeling.

He was covered in blood, his exposed skin riddled with wounds of varying depths, yet he still stood tall, his small frame radiating an unyielding stubbornness.

The next second, the little boy slowly raised his head.

It was a face covered in dust but unable to conceal its determination, with eyes that shone with an astonishing brightness, like stars tempered in fire, staring straight into her depths.

He struggled to his feet and walked step by step toward her.

His injuries were too severe during the journey, and he staggered and fell, again and again.

But each time, he gritted his teeth, stood up again, and continued forward.

Shen Luoning tried to move, but her body was stiff and she couldn't move an inch.

He tried to speak, but his throat tightened, and he couldn't utter a sound.

She was like a fleeting consciousness, trapped in a body that was both familiar and strange.

Deep down, however, a feeling surging within her was something that didn't belong to her, yet it was so clear it was etched into her very bones.

There was pity, heartache, an irrepressible concern, and even a hint of almost insane possessiveness.

All the emotions stemmed from that boy who was getting closer step by step.

Just a few steps away, yet it felt like being separated by billions of stars, an endless expanse.

Time seemed to stand still, and only her heartbeat and the steady, firm footsteps of the young man remained in the world.

After an unknown amount of time, a clear voice, filled with boundless devotion, suddenly resounded in her ears.

"Disciple, please bow to your Majesty."