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

Shen Luoning walked out of Yun Guixuan, her clear eyes slightly downcast, her mind still lingering on the illusion she had just witnessed.

But the next moment, her gaze was fixed on the dazzling red figure not far away.

Gazing at that figure standing in the wind, Shen Luoning's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and her heartbeats became disordered.

She was intently examining the antique-style red dress when the other person's gaze swept straight at her, meeting hers head-on.

With just one glance, Shen Luoning felt the world spinning and her vision blurring.

Deep within her clear eyes, a layer of deathly grayness slowly spread, gradually engulfing her entire pupil.

The figure in red was none other than Yu Linghuan.

At that moment, she accurately caught the spreading gray in Shen Luoning's eyes, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

From those hazy pupils, she clearly sensed a strong sense of danger.

This was the first time Yu Linghuan had truly felt the chill of a threat since entering this world.

Meanwhile, in another realm, Lu Wanheng, clad in black robes, stood quietly beneath the vast sky.

A terrifying pressure surged around her, causing even the entire sky to tremble slightly beneath her feet.

Through Shen Luoning's eyes, Lu Wanheng also caught a glimpse of Yu Linghuan's striking red dress.

She glanced at it casually, not paying it any mind.

In her eyes, the other party was just an ordinary cultivator among the masses, and could not cause any trouble.

Immediately, Lu Wanheng withdrew his consciousness and his gaze returned to the void in front of him.

She lowered her gaze to the world below, a cold smile curving her lips, her voice carrying an unyielding obsession: "Disciple, we will meet again soon. You are mine, and no matter where you hide, you will always be mine."

Before she finished speaking, she took a step forward, her figure instantly tearing apart the barrier of this world and disappearing without a trace.

Inside the sealed-off Taoist temple below, Si Anhe, who had previously transformed into an old woman with white hair, has now returned to her original appearance.

She was dressed in a green robe, her face was gentle and fair, and her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, which accentuated her slender and graceful figure.

At this moment, however, Si Anhe was like a madman, charging towards the Dao Academy's barrier again and again.

His spiritual energy surged like a tide, but each time it was violently repelled by the black light emanating from the barrier.

That invisible barrier was indestructible. Her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree when she struck it, and she was instead shaken so badly that her blood and qi surged.

After an unknown amount of time, Si Anhe, her blue robes stained with dust, finally collapsed from exhaustion in front of the barrier.

Gazing at the barrier that she couldn't budge an inch no matter how hard she tried, her eyes bloodshot, and a hoarse, piercing roar escaped her throat: "Lu Wanheng..."

The next moment, a faint sound came from beside my ear.

Si Anhe looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the little boy who had been unconscious had woken up at some point.

He gazed at Si Anhe's disheveled and ferocious appearance, his lips moved slightly, and he timidly called out, "Grandma..."

The gentleness of her past was gone from her face; her brows were now filled with an unyielding coldness. She stared intently at that face, a sharp, agonizing pain churning within her.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice as cold as ice: "She's right, you're just like him... but you've never been him."

The moment the words left her lips, under her icy gaze, the little boy's body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a wisp of spiritual energy that drifted into her palm.

Si Anhe gazed at the faint light in her hand, her tone indifferent yet filled with unwavering resolve: "Lu Wanheng, don't even think about trapping me again. This time, I will never let you harm him in the slightest."

Before she finished speaking, without the slightest hesitation, she unleashed another burst of spiritual energy from her palm.

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Yu Linghuan watched as the grayness spreading in Shen Luoning's eyes quickly faded, and her half-closed beautiful eyes slowly opened.

The intense sense of danger from that single glance vanished as the grayness faded.

"She is dangerous."

In his heart, Fifth Qinghan's voice suddenly rang out.

The chilling sense of crisis brought by that glance was clearly felt even by her wisp of soul.

"Moreover, she carries her husband's scent, so she must have been in contact with him just now."

There was a hint of barely perceptible apprehension in Fifth Qinghan's voice.

"Are you afraid of her?" Yu Linghuan chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan immediately snorted coldly: "Me, afraid of her? If I were still in my prime, no one could make me fear her."

"Oh? So you're really impressive?"

"nature."

"Since you're so powerful, I'm curious how you ended up in this state, with only a wisp of a soul left."

Fifth Qinghan fell silent instantly.

Seeing that she had stopped speaking and was no longer asking questions, Yu Linghuan's expression suddenly became serious: "If she really met Shuchou, we must find him as soon as possible."

In front of Yun Gui Xuan.

Shen Luoning slowly came back to her senses, and her eyes regained their clarity.

The feeling of losing control just now made her heart inexplicably heavy.

At that moment, she felt as if she was no longer herself, as if something had forcibly taken over her body.

Gazing at the red figure that had long since disappeared, Shen Luoning suppressed her unease, quickly took out her phone, opened a chat window, and swiftly typed a line of text.

"Help me look up someone, the sooner the better."

Meanwhile, Shen Shuchou followed Shen Wanfu's car to a residence in the city center.

There were only the two of them in the room at the moment. Xie Zhixia was stopped at the door, and what was about to be said was not suitable for her to know.

"Speak."

Shen Shuchou stared directly at Shen Wanfu opposite him, his tone calm and direct.

Shen Wanfu gazed at his sharply defined face, paused for a moment, and then said without further hesitation: "Your father is the current head of the Shen family in Kyoto."

Shen Shuchou's expression remained calm and composed as he simply asked, "What's his name?"

"He is my uncle, Shen Shuche."

Shen Wanfu spoke slowly, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she added softly, "You look... a lot like him."

"In 2009, you were taken away from the Shen family. Your birth mother placed you at the entrance of that orphanage, and the director named you Shen Shuchou, a name that was also your mother's wish."

Shen Wanfu continued.

Shen Shuchou listened quietly without interrupting.

"Later, that couple adopted you. According to my research, they were friends of your birth mother."

She added.

Why did I leave the Shen family?

Shen Shuchou stared intently at her and posed the most crucial question.

"Because someone didn't want you to live. Your birth mother left the Shen family with you in her arms to save your life."

Shen Wanfu's tone carried a hint of bitterness.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou suddenly asked a question that caught her completely off guard: "Were my parents' deaths accidents, or were they premeditated?"

As he said this, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Shen Wanfu had expected him to press her for details about who wanted him dead, but after a slight pause, she shook her head: "I don't know."

Shen Shuchou stared intently into her eyes, making sure she wasn't lying, before asking again, "And what about her? Is she still with the Shen family?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of unease flashed across Shen Wanfu's face.

Shen Shuchou could see this subtle change clearly at this moment.

After a moment, she whispered, "Your birth mother... is no longer here."

Upon hearing this answer, Shen Shuchou remained calm and composed.

Something in my heart suddenly sank, jumped uncontrollably, and a slightly bitter emptiness welled up inside me.

"What's her name?"

Shen Shuchou pressed for more information.

"I don't know, I only know that her surname is Mu."

Shen Wanfu spoke softly.

"Mu..."

Shen Shuchou murmured the surname.

Although he felt deep down that he had no connection with the Shen family in Kyoto and that everything there was irrelevant to him, hearing these past events still stirred a ripple in his heart.

What bothered him even more was that a thought quietly emerged: the deaths of his adoptive parents might not be as simple as the seemingly straightforward monster riot.

"You came to me because you probably wanted to say more than just this, didn't you?"

Shen Shuchou changed the subject, his gaze falling on her again.

Shen Wanfu did not deny it, and nodded slightly: "You are of the Shen family bloodline, and in terms of seniority, I am your older sister. You should know these things. However, I have another matter to discuss with you. Perhaps someone wants to harm you."

"The disadvantages you mentioned have already come to me."

Shen Shuchou looked up at her, his tone calm but with a hint of coldness.

Shen Wanfu's expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be? Does he already know about your existence?"

"who is he!"

Shen Shuchou's gaze was sharp as he stared intently at Shen Wanfu.

When he stared at her, Shen Wanfu immediately realized that she had misspoke.

Before she could even think of a way to smooth things over, an invisible yet extremely oppressive aura surged towards her like a tidal wave, as if to squeeze out all the air around her.

Under this almost suffocating pressure, Shen Wanfu's face turned slightly pale, her lips trembled, and she finally let out a soft cry: "Shen Shuche."