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

Feng Wujiang gave a bitter laugh, a hint of melancholy creeping into his eyes: "Wuhuan, I know you hate me, but I..."

"No, I stopped hating you a long time ago."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Wuhuan coldly interrupted him.

She approached step by step, her killing intent emanating from her body as if it were a tangible force: "So many years have passed, and my hatred for you has long since faded. Rather than hatred, I actually want to kill you to pay tribute to the naive and foolish Xie Wuhuan of the past."

With each word she uttered, the murderous aura emanating from her intensified, and the Lifeless Spear in her hand trembled slightly.

Feng Wujiang stared at the undisguised killing intent in her eyes and remained silent for a moment.

Finally, he sighed and said, "What happened back then, I, Feng Wujiang, truly owe you. If you want to kill me to pay the debt, I will give you an explanation in the future, but now, I cannot die."

"Feng Wujiang, so many years have passed, I thought you would at least be more responsible, but I didn't expect you to still be such a coward, it's disgusting."

Xie Wuhuan sneered, the tip of the Lifeless Spear in his hand becoming even sharper.

"If you don't die today, perhaps I can still believe you a little. If you die, I'll just consider it as settling an old score."

She didn't believe Feng Wujiang's excuses at all; at this moment, she was more inclined to believe the gun in her hand.

Only by choosing this unfaithful person can I sever ties with the entangled past.

Before the words were finished, the power of the Lifeless Spear suddenly erupted, like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a monstrous killing aura as it hurtled towards them.

The gunfire tore through the air, even whipping up the yellow sand beneath their feet several meters high.

Seeing this overwhelming offensive, Feng Wujiang sighed helplessly and finally raised his hand to meet it.

"boom!"

Two terrifying forces exploded in the center of the desolate ancient land, and the shockwaves spread outwards like a tsunami.

Several days later, at the Qingxuan Sacred Land.

In the small courtyard on the west side of the Holy Maiden Temple, the candlelight had just gone out. Shen Shuchou sat on the edge of the bed, gazing absently at the moonlight outside the window.

He only returned to the holy land with Lu Wanheng today.

Throughout the entire return journey, Lu Wanheng did not utter a single word to him!

The hand that had grasped his from the desolate ancient land never let go until they stepped into this small courtyard, at which point it slowly withdrew.

Moreover, Shen Shuchou also vaguely sensed some subtle changes in his master.

Her outward appearance remained cold, but beneath that icy shell lay an aura that was both familiar and unsettling to him.

He had experienced this feeling in his past reincarnations.

It was an almost obsessive possessiveness, tinged with a hidden pathology.

Although it was a subtle revelation, it was accurately captured by Shen Shuchou.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a slight headache.

Sure enough, it seems that no female protagonist in any of these lifetimes is entirely normal.

As Shen Shuchou was pondering to himself, soft footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. The next moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Lu Wanheng walked in slowly.

Shen Shuchou was slightly taken aback when he saw the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Lu Wanheng had already shed his pristine white fairy robes.

Instead, she wore a smooth silk dress, which made her figure appear even more exquisite.

Her face still wore that aloof and distant expression, but in the depths of her eyes, there seemed to be a faint glimmer of light, concealing emotions that were difficult for others to discern.

"Master, why have you come here so late?"

Shen Shuchou composed himself and spoke softly.

"Can't I come?" Lu Wanheng's voice remained calm, revealing no emotion.

Shen Shuchou's heart skipped a beat, a vague sense of unease creeping in, but he still nodded and said, "Of course I can come."

Lu Wanheng did not reply immediately, but slowly walked to the bedside and sat down beside him.

A refreshing scent, like that of winter plum blossoms, followed, mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance, lingering around Shen Shuchou's nose.

He subconsciously straightened his back, feeling somewhat uncomfortable all over.

At this moment, only the moonlight from outside the window shone through the windowpane, casting dappled shadows on the ground and elongating the two people's shadows.

For a moment, no one spoke; in the silence, only the soft breathing of each other could be heard.

After a long silence, Lu Wanheng's cool voice broke the silence once more: "You are my disciple."

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou turned his head slightly, meeting her gaze.

Those eyes, reflecting the moonlight, appeared exceptionally deep, as if they held a bottomless, icy pool.

"Why did Master suddenly bring this up?"

He looked away somewhat awkwardly and asked softly.

"have no idea."

Lu Wanheng answered matter-of-factly, with a hint of barely perceptible bewilderment in his tone.

In truth, what she was thinking was far more complex than that, but when it came to expressing it, she simply didn't know how to put it into words.

She quietly looked at Shen Shuchou, who was standing close to her, and the scene she had secretly spied on that day uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

In an instant, a strong sense of irritation welled up inside me, along with a complex mix of emotions that I couldn't quite put my finger on, and it spread wildly.

"I've lived here as long as I can remember."

After a few breaths, Lu Wanheng seemed to have briefly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and continued in a soft voice.

Shen Shuchou didn't interrupt, but listened quietly as the sounds around him continued to flow like water.

"From then on, people told me that I was a saintess who had to cultivate herself, that I could not go anywhere, and that no one would talk to me."

Her tone was flat, as if she were talking about something unrelated to herself, but Shen Shuchou could hear the loneliness hidden in it.

"I've been trapped here. They say I'm a saint, so I should guard this place and can't go anywhere. All I can do is cultivate, endless cultivation."

At this moment, Lu Wanheng was completely different from his usual aloof and taciturn self.

Stripped of her saintly aura and cold exterior, she is more like a little girl who has finally opened her heart and is pouring out her loneliness that has been building up for many years.

Although Lu Wanheng's background in this life is far less tragic and difficult than that of the female protagonists in previous lives.

From a young age, she was completely trapped in this cold and icy temple of saints, and the boundless loneliness had long since seeped into her very bones.

As he listened, Shen Shuchou suddenly felt a small, cool hand gently touching the back of his hand.

At first, she only touched him tentatively, but seeing that he did not avoid her, her little hand gradually became bolder and eventually pressed completely against his palm.

Lu Wanheng, who was standing to the side, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. Something was pounding wildly in his chest, a feeling far more intense than when they held hands in the desolate ancient land.

The small room was filled only with the two of them breathing lightly. This close touch made her heart tremble more than if she were being secretly spied on, giving rise to a secret and burning pleasure.

It was the taboo brought about by the master-disciple relationship, and the restlessness that broke through her icy defenses, that gradually swallowed her up.

Shen Shuchou also noticed her unusual behavior; her small, cold hand, which was pressed against his palm, was trembling slightly.

The next moment, Lu Wanheng's low voice came from beside her ear.

"You are my apprentice...now and forever..."

Her tone was as if she were declaring sovereignty, carrying a seriousness that was uniquely hers.

"You'll always be mine... right?"

Lu Wanheng asked softly, her voice tinged with timidity.

Shen Shuchou looked at her. At this moment, she no longer had any of her aloof and arrogant demeanor. She was clearly just a pitiful little girl who had shed her cold exterior.

Seeing her like this, Shen Shuchou was momentarily dazed, as if he had forgotten their master-disciple relationship and was only facing a little girl who needed to be comforted.

He habitually reached out and gently placed his hand on Lu Wanheng's head.

In an instant, it was as if a faint electric current had passed through him. Lu Wanheng trembled slightly, and his originally cool cheeks instantly turned crimson, even his ears became burning hot.

A moment later, Shen Shuchou came to his senses and realized that his actions might have been somewhat inappropriate.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Lu Wanheng gently pressed his other hand on the back of his hand, stopping him from moving.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows in the moonlight, and said in a very low voice, "Don't leave... It's very comfortable like this."