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

The sun and moon revolve! Cold seasons come and heat seasons go!

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed in the Holy Maiden Temple.

This year, in the 394th year of the Five Continents calendar, it is the deep winter of January.

The world was white, and the snow covered the bamboo forest with dew. All was silent except for the soft murmur of the cold wind.

A figure in white stood on the snow, blending into the vast expanse of white.

He raised his hand and gently shook it, and countless sword intents slowly rose from within his body, like the first bloom of frost, like a cold star falling to earth.

The sword intent darted through the forest, sharp yet measured, lightly brushing past the bamboo without harming a single stalk.

Wherever the sword wind went, the snow on the branches rose up and scattered all over the sky, like broken jade and scattered gems, dancing in the wind and intertwining with the sword intent to form a snow-white sword domain.

The entire bamboo forest shrouded in dew was completely enveloped by this chilling sword intent, leaving no room for escape.

Snow falls silently, but the sword's cry never ceases.

The clear, crisp sound echoed back and forth in the desolate snowfield, as cold as ice and as melodious as a distant bell.

"Clang—!"

The next instant, a sword cry that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly broke through the wind, overpowering all the howls and soaring straight into the sky.

The snow mist was shattered by the sword energy and scattered in all directions, bringing clarity to the world.

Shen Shuchou stood quietly among the bamboo, his clothes spotless, not a single snowflake on his body, his aura calm and profound.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the Shufeng sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a faint, cold light.

The crack from five years ago is still clearly visible, but now it contains a sharper, colder, and more piercing edge than the swirling snow, creating a stunning contrast with the white snowscape.

The bamboo shadows swayed slightly, and soft footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Shen Shuchou looked up and saw Lu Wanheng standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, quietly watching him, a faint hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Master."

He sheathed his sword and bowed, his voice clear and melodious.

Lu Wanheng nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the sword in his hand: "Your sword is very good."

"Thank you, Master."

Shen Shuchou bowed again to express his gratitude.

For the past five years, he has mostly practiced as a solitary practitioner.

Although Lu Wanheng accepted him as his disciple, he truly did not deliberately teach him anything, just as he had said before.

This inevitably aroused Shen Shuchou's suspicions. The female lead in this life was far too aloof, a stark contrast to her previous lives.

What he didn't know was that although Lu Wanheng rarely appeared in front of him, her cold eyes were always watching him from the shadows.

"Master, I have a request."

Shen Shuchou hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

"What is it?" Lu Wanheng's voice remained flat.

"This disciple wishes to go and gain some experience."

Shen Shuchou lowered his eyes and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Wanheng's cold eyes suddenly narrowed.

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Shen Shuchou was slightly puzzled. Just as he was about to explain a few more words, that clear and cold voice rang out again: "Why?"

Upon hearing those three words, Shen Shuchou inexplicably felt the air around him grow colder, but he simply took it as her usual tone.

Without giving it much thought, he truthfully replied, "My cultivation has been somewhat stagnant recently. I wish to go out and gain some experience, which may allow me to break through."

He was telling the truth. His cultivation was stuck, which was one reason, but more importantly, he wanted to see someone.

That person was none other than Si Anhe, the first woman he met when he first arrived in this world nine years ago.

Lately, the emerald green jade pendant has been emitting fluctuations of spiritual energy from time to time.

Shen Shuchou knew that it must be the person on the other end of the jade pendant who was calling, and that person must be Si Anhe.

After all, when he first arrived, it was Si Anhe who took care of him for four years. He should go back and see her for that favor, both out of courtesy and reason.

"I hope my master will grant my request."

Shen Shuchou composed himself and pleaded again.

Lu Wanheng's eyes were as cold and clear as an icy pool as she quietly scrutinized him for a long while.

Just when Shen Shuchou almost thought she was going to refuse, she parted her lips slightly and uttered a single word: "Okay."

Shen Shuchou immediately breathed a sigh of relief and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Master."

When he looked up, the white-clad figure in front of him had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Although Shen Shuchou was somewhat surprised, he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just his master's usual way of doing things.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Shen Shuchou packed his bags and left the Qingxuan Holy Land.

After five years of arduous cultivation, his cultivation level has steadily reached the Golden Core Realm. This time, when he went down the mountain for training, he had some ability to protect himself and no longer needed to be as restrained as before.

After leaving the holy land, he followed the direction in his memory, his destination being the small town where Si Anhe had taken him to live years ago.

Shortly after Shen Shuchou's figure disappeared at the end of the mountain path, a white-clad figure quietly appeared in the sky like a flowing cloud.

She followed him from a distance, her clothes fluttering in the wind, yet she always maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, so that no one noticed her.

Meanwhile, at the summit of the sacred mountain of the Tiansheng Sect in Dongzhou, clouds and mist swirled.

Si Anhe, dressed in a green robe, stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, with a beautiful woman in a red cheongsam standing in front of her.

"Master."

Si Anhe called softly.

The beautiful woman glanced at her sideways, her tone tinged with impatience: "So eager to get out?"

Si Anhe bit her lip and didn't speak, but her eyes couldn't hide her anticipation.

Seeing her like this, the beautiful woman rubbed her temples helplessly: "Never mind, her heart isn't here, there's no point in forcing her to stay. Go."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master!"

Si Anhe's eyes instantly lit up with a smile.

Don't be too happy yet.

The beautiful woman snorted coldly, "I let you out, not so you could linger outside. I'll give you a year. If you don't return by then, I'll personally go and drag you back."

"Hehe, Master, don't worry, Anhe will miss you the most."

Si Anhe quickly went over and took her arm, shaking it gently.

"I promise I'll be back on time!"

"Less glib talk."

The beautiful woman laughed and scolded as she pushed her away, "Hurry up and go, don't keep your little brother waiting, and don't let your heart get worn out."

Si Anhe blushed slightly, said no more, turned around and transformed into a green shadow, rushing down the mountain.

Shen Shuchou's image kept replaying in my mind. Five years have passed. What must that timid little boy look like now?

A few days later, outside a small town in the northern state.

Shen Shuchou gazed at the mottled stone tablet at the entrance of the town. The three characters "Wang'an Town" on it had faded but were still clear.

He stood by the roadside, a wave of emotion washing over him.

Nine years ago, he first came to this world in this small town.

He was only seven years old at the time, and his clothes were tattered.

The townspeople saw him as a stranger and no one was willing to take him in. He clutched his empty pockets and was about to leave when a sixteen-year-old girl stopped him.

It was Si Anhe who took him home and cared for him for four years.

Four years later, he personally escorted him to Zhongzhou.

Five years have passed in Zhongzhou in the blink of an eye. Because of a voice transmission from the jade pendant, he finally decided to come back for one last look.

Stepping into Wang'an Town, the streets are still the same as I remember, only the shops on both sides have some new faces.

Shen Shuchou continued walking without stopping, passing through the town center and arriving at the familiar courtyard at the end of the town.

The courtyard gate was already rotten, and it creaked when pushed gently.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and Shen Shuchou was about to start clearing them when a strong gust of wind suddenly came from behind him!

His eyes narrowed, and he instinctively reached for his sword, but a warm hand pressed down on his wrist, while another hand grabbed his shoulder and twisted him sharply.

Shen Shuchou was forced to turn around and bumped into a pair of smiling eyes that instantly welled up with tears.

"younger brother."

A soft murmur, carrying a long-suppressed longing, gently rang out.

The next second, Shen Shuchou was tightly embraced, the force of which was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to be kneaded into his bones and blood.

A familiar scent enveloped me, carrying a faint fragrance.

This scene was just like nine years ago when he was first brought back by Si Anhe.