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

Qingxin Hall.

Dressed in pristine white, Lu Wanheng was confined to a quiet, antique-style room with a tea-colored ambiance.

The barrier outside the hall was shrouded in cold mist, sealing away all her cultivation.

Her once aloof, ethereal, and ethereal face had long since lost its tranquility.

His brows were tightly furrowed, filled with an unyielding worry, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, unable to conceal the panic and unease surging in his eyes.

Her usually calm and composed mind was now completely occupied by Shen Shuchou's figure. The thought that he might be in danger made her heart tighten.

A strange and piercing fear began to fester in my heart.

The empty room was eerily quiet, with only her slightly rapid breathing as the only sound.

Memories of the past suddenly flooded her mind, and Lu Wanheng abruptly clutched her head, her slender body trembling slightly as she curled up in a corner like a helpless, lonely bird.

She suddenly remembered that long ago, when she was still young, Feng Wujiang brought her to the Holy Maiden Temple.

It was just as desolate and lonely, with no one to accompany you or care for you.

The vast Saintess Palace was empty and cold; she could only cultivate alone day and night, never hearing a single kind word from her.

When she felt extremely lonely, she would secretly fantasize in her heart that a little boy would always stand by her side and accompany her through countless lonely days and nights.

That was a little secret she kept deep in her heart, one she had never told anyone.

That's why, when Feng Wujiang later told her that Shen Shuchou was her destined calamity, she didn't feel any resistance at all.

Because in Lu Wanheng's eyes, the little boy she had fantasized about countless times seemed to have truly come out of her heart to accompany her.

Just then, Lu Wanheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The pain wasn't physical, but rather it pierced straight into the depths of her soul, like an invisible blade slashing a bloody gash across her heart.

"don't want……"

She gasped softly, her face turning deathly pale.

She pressed her hand tightly to her chest; it was a premonition from the depths of her soul. She was absolutely certain that something had happened to Shen Shuchou.

She staggered to the door, raised her hand and pounded on the wooden door, her voice filled with an unprecedented panic.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

There was complete silence outside the door; the barrier remained motionless, offering not even the slightest response.

The next second, another tearing pain shot through my chest.

Lu Wanheng's legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

In a daze, she seemed to see the figure of the boy who had accompanied her through countless lonely years in her heart, gradually becoming transparent and fading away.

"No...don't go..."

She murmured in anguish, her eyes finally welling up with tears.

She tried desperately to break free from the shackles of her cultivation, again and again.

She clenched her fists and pounded frantically on the closed door frame, each blow using all her strength. Her knuckles turned white and her palms went numb, but it was all in vain.

Amidst prolonged helplessness and despair, a chilling hatred suddenly ignited within her heart.

This intense hatred surged through her veins, stirring up a long-dormant, hidden power deep within her blood.

Drawn by hatred, that stain of sinful blood gradually heated up, as if it were about to break through all constraints and awaken completely.

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Meanwhile, on Broken Wind Cliff.

Shen Shuchou's consciousness had already become blurred and weak, and he was almost unconscious.

The gale was like a knife, cutting one hideous bloody gash after another on his body, his skin and flesh rolled up, and blood dripping everywhere.

Even more terrifying than the external injuries were the two almost invisible pale red marks, the wounds left by the Soul-Slaying Whip.

The whip's shadow pierced flesh and bone, yet it did not harm the body; it only slammed its terrifying power into the soul.

Each blow sent shivers down his spine, bringing him to the brink of collapse.

Seeing Shen Shuchou in unbearable pain, Qi Yuan, standing in front of the cliff, was in a state of utter confusion and extreme inner turmoil.

No matter what, Shen Shuchou had helped him before. If it weren't for Shen Shuchou, he would never have been able to leave the Holy Battlefield alive.

He was powerless to disobey Elder Chu's orders. Even if he fought to the death, someone else would take matters into his own hands and carry out the execution.

He had tried his best to control the force of those two lashes, but the power contained in the Soul-Striking Whip was too domineering and he couldn't completely suppress it.

"Brother Shen, I'm sorry... If you have any complaints, don't blame me."

Qi Yuan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and hardened his heart.

The next instant, he flicked his wrist, and the Soul Whip lashed out again.

The whip, carrying the fierce winds of Broken Wind Cliff, slammed heavily into Shen Shuchou's body.

With the third lash, Shen Shuchou's consciousness was struck as if by a heavy hammer.

His already fragile mind was further shattered by this attack, his vision blurred, and he was on the verge of completely losing consciousness.

Meanwhile, inside the Qingxin Hall.

"boom--!"

Driven by overwhelming hatred and excruciating pain, the long-dormant sinful blood within Lu Wanheng's body finally broke through layers of seals and surged wildly through his bloodline.

Even the shackles that restricted her cultivation shattered inch by inch under this violent force.

Not only that, her cultivation level actually broke through the shackles and reached a higher level thanks to this outburst.

At this moment, her eyes were bloodshot, and her body was filled with surging killing intent and hatred.

The aloof, ethereal, and untainted saintess of the past is gone, replaced by a demon god awakened from the abyss, whose power is terrifying.

This earth-shattering anomaly instantly pierced through thousands of miles of space.

In the wild and ancient lands outside of Nanzhou, Feng Wujiang sensed something immediately.

His expression suddenly changed drastically.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened inside the Qingxuan Holy Land, he knew very well what had happened.

Lu Wanheng's sinful blood has awakened ahead of schedule.

This is definitely not a good thing for him.

Feng Wujiang lost all interest in fighting and suddenly unleashed a vast divine power, directly repelling the incoming Wusheng Spear.

Without uttering a word, his figure suddenly faded and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Looking in the direction Feng Wujiang had fled in a hurry, Xie Wuhuan did not give chase.

She vaguely sensed that in the battle just now, Feng Wujiang was actually stronger than her, but he held back at every turn and never really tried to kill her.

Xie Wuhuan slowly put away the Lifeless Spear, and murmured softly, his tone complex and difficult to understand.

"Feng Wujiang, you... no longer owe me anything."

With the fourth lash, Shen Shuchou's soul plunged into boundless darkness.

The fierce winds of Broken Wind Cliff were like thousands of blades, tearing his flesh to shreds, leaving almost no part of him unscathed.

Seeing his dying state, Qi Yuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

He knew that even if he didn't lash out a fifth time, Shen Shuchou wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

With this thought in mind, Qi Yuan suddenly threw the Soul-Slaying Whip to the ground, clenched it tightly with both hands, and murmured in a trembling voice:

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... If Mother knew I was like this, she would definitely blame me... Brother Shen... I'm so sorry..."

Just as he was mired in self-blame and trembling, a terrifying aura, powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, suddenly pressed down on him from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling voice rang out:

"It was you who hurt him."

Qi Yuan froze, then hurriedly turned around.

The moment he saw that the person who came was Lu Wanheng, he was instantly terrified.

At this moment, the saintess's white robes were stained with blood, her hair was slightly disheveled, and the violent aura around her almost solidified into a tangible storm.

The oppressive force was overwhelming, and Qi Yuan was unable to withstand it. His legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But a glimmer of relief ignited in his eyes, and he kowtowed desperately:

"Holy Maiden! I am not human, I have wronged Brother Shen... Please, please save him!"

Lu Wanheng didn't look at him, but slowly shifted his gaze to Shen Shuchou.

The moment she saw that he was covered in blood and his breath was so weak that he was almost gone, the demonic pressure emanating from her vanished instantly.

She quickly stepped forward and carefully hugged Shen Shuchou tightly in her arms.

Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed from those blood-red eyes.

She held him, her voice as soft as the wind, yet so delicate it made one's heart clench:

"I'm late."

P.S.: I'm not working full-time right now, and sometimes the pressure is so high that my mind isn't really on this. Please forgive me.