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

Half an hour passed slowly.

The raging obsession and fanaticism in Lu Wanheng's eyes slowly subsided and dissipated, his scattered consciousness gradually returned, and his aloof and noble appearance returned to his brows and eyes.

The sinful blood that had been surging wildly out of control has now calmed down and subsided, no longer restless and searing the bones.

When her gaze fell back on the person beneath her, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Shen Shuchou was already in a sorry state from her out-of-control outburst. The bloodstains on his body were sticky and mottled, and his thin figure looked so weak that it seemed he would shatter completely at any moment.

His thin frame was frail and weak; he lay there quietly, so fragile that he seemed easily broken.

Only those eyes were clean and calm, without any resentment.

He looked up at Lu Wanheng, his voice hoarse and broken, filled with the weariness of utter exhaustion, and spoke softly.

"Master, may I get up now?"

Upon hearing those few words, Lu Wanheng froze, completely stunned.

Lu Wanheng opened his mouth slightly as those out-of-control images suddenly flooded his mind.

The crimson in his own eyes, the metallic taste of blood between his teeth, and the crisscrossing bloodstains on Shen Shuchou's body...

She looked at the pale face of the person beneath her, his lips moving, but he couldn't utter a single word.

After a moment, she lowered her eyelashes like a child who had done something wrong, her voice barely audible, "I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to..."

"Master."

Shen Shuchou interrupted her softly.

His eyes and brows were filled with a deep weariness, and his injuries were lingering all over his body. Both his soul and body were exhausted to the extreme.

"Let me rest for a while, okay?"

Lu Wanheng froze, only then realizing that she was still on top of him.

She hurriedly propped herself up, but accidentally touched Shen Shuchou's wound, causing him to groan.

The cry of pain felt like a whip lashing her heart, making her hands and feet turn icy cold.

"I...I'll get up right away."

She hurriedly moved away, her movements clumsy and unlike the usually aloof and composed saint.

She wanted to reach out and touch him, but was afraid of hurting him, so her fingertips hovered in mid-air.

"I'll go get you the best medicine..."

She spoke incoherently and turned to look for medicine.

"No need, Master."

Shen Shuchou looked at her, his eyes filled with no reproach, only deep weariness. "Let me...sleep for a while."

Lu Wanheng took in the deep weariness and weakness in his eyes.

She moved with utmost care, her fingertips hesitant and fearful, as she bent down to tuck the blankets around him, carefully securing the edges.

After doing all this, she slowly retreated to the other side of the bed and stood quietly, her gaze fixed on the sleeping person.

Before long, Shen Shuchou slowly closed his eyes, his long, steady breaths gradually rising as he fell into a deep rest.

But seeing him sleeping peacefully, Lu Wanheng felt no peace at all. Instead, he was instantly overwhelmed by overwhelming panic and piercing regret.

She clenched her fingers, her mind a jumble of thoughts, repeatedly questioning herself.

I have no idea why I suddenly lost control just now, completely overwhelmed by such obsessive and crazy emotions, and hurted the person I least wanted to hurt.

The scenes of her out-of-control and frenzied state kept churning and crashing in her mind, tearing at her soul.

But amidst the extreme panic and deep regret, a strange, inexplicable pleasure, both intense and addictive, inexplicably arose from the depths of his heart.

The pleasure spread through her veins to every part of her body, making her tense and her mind tremble and become confused.

Two completely contradictory emotions were tearing and ripping each other apart within her: one of guilt and self-blame, the other of madness and depravity.

Deep within my heart, two diametrically opposed voices suddenly rang out, echoing and battling each other in the depths of my blood, each voice piercing to the bone, each word stabbing at my heart.

A clear and restrained voice, tinged with fearful self-reproach, repeatedly warned: "You can't do this to him... You can't hurt him like this anymore..."

Another voice, sinister and obsessive, laced with extreme possessiveness and manic laughter, seduced: "Why not? Heh... He was born to be your disciple, he was meant to belong to you, you are meant to possess and enjoy him all to yourself."

"If this continues, it will completely ruin him and hurt him deeply."

The obsessive madness sneered indifferently, without a trace of pity: "Is that so? So what? He's too tough to die. He was born to be held in your palm, to be done with as you please."

Two voices clashed and tore at each other in his chest, threatening to completely sever Lu Wanheng's mind.

Unable to bear the extreme inner torment any longer, she dared not linger for even a moment, quickly dressed, and walked out of the room.

As Lu Wanheng stepped out of the room, he ran into Feng Wujiang, who was coming from the opposite direction.

Feng Wujiang's gaze fell on her, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

Previously in the desolate ancient land, he clearly sensed that the sinful blood within her was surging and restless, and was on the verge of awakening.

But now, that restless and violent surge of sinful blood has completely subsided, without the slightest ripple.

The unexpected encounter caused a fleeting, subtle glint to cross Lu Wanheng's eyes before his expression returned to normal, his tone cool and aloof.

"Holy Lord".

"I have temporarily suppressed the matter, but your status as a saintess has been temporarily suspended and revoked."

The wind was calm and still, without any ripples in the river's sound.

Even though he tried his best to mediate and suppress the storm, Lu Wanheng's actions had thoroughly enraged Elder Ye.

The other party persisted, even planning to bring out the long-secluded Supreme Elder to exert pressure.

Left with no other choice, he could only temporarily remove her from the position of saintess to quell public anger.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanheng's expression remained completely unchanged throughout.

To her, the false identity of a saintess was not worth mentioning.

"Furthermore, the master-disciple relationship between Shen Shuchou and you should be severed from now on."

Feng Wujiang looked at her and added calmly.

Upon hearing these words, a ripple instantly appeared in Lu Wanheng's eyes.

She met Feng Wujiang's gaze, her eyes cold and frosty: "He is my disciple, Lu Wanheng. Once a teacher, always a disciple."

Seeing her stubbornness, Feng Wujiang understood.

This calamity has seeped into my bones and is beyond redemption.

He didn't waste any more words, silently probing the sinful blood and fortune lurking within her for a moment, then turned and left.

It was a secluded and dark place, a room devoid of light.

Feng Wujiang stood alone before the dusty ancient mirror.

"As I said, he was always a variable, and the events of the ancient wilderness have already proven that."

The moment he finished speaking, a scarlet gash suddenly tore open in the flesh of his chest.

The cold, ethereal shadows slowly spilled out and disappeared into the mirror.

The mirror surface instantly rippled and distorted, and a face that looked exactly like Feng Wujiang slowly emerged, its eyes filled with sinister greed.

"Finding a way to intervene in that force and eliminate it is the best option for both of us."

Feng Wujiang stared at the face in the mirror that was exactly the same as his own, his voice cold and hard.

The person in the mirror chuckled softly, a smile that held a profound meaning.

"Heh... This uniquely endowed physique is the perfect body for me."

Feng Wujiang's brows furrowed suddenly, his attitude hardened and he refused to back down.

"I can find you an excellent vessel, but this child must not be kept."

"There is no body in this world that suits my taste better than his."

The person in the mirror refused to budge an inch.

"If you want to regain your freedom, then obey my orders. This child, I will kill."

Feng Wujiang's voice was cold and hard as he turned to leave.

The voice of the person in the mirror drifted out, carrying an undisguised threat.

"If you dare to touch her, I will crush her remaining soul."

In an instant, Feng Wujiang's steps froze.

He suddenly turned around, and a chilling aura swept through the secret room, locking onto the person in the mirror.

A murderous intent surged in his eyes, almost bursting out of his body.

"You dare to negotiate with me?"

"My affairs are none of your business. If you want her to return to the world, then you should know your place."

The person in the mirror had a cold and sinister expression, staring back at her with a condescending disdain in every word.

"It was never you who depended on me; it was I who, out of charity, gave you the only chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, humiliation and resentment instantly filled Feng Wujiang's chest.

As a once-in-a-millennium genius of the Qingxuan Holy Land, he ascended to the position of Holy Lord in a hundred years, and his path could have reached the threshold of the highest realm.

But Ling'er's death became a demon that haunted him for a hundred years, severing all paths forward.

Driven by his obsession, he did not hesitate to stoop down and seek out this ancient and mysterious being.

They went to great lengths to find a vessel of unparalleled talent, infusing it with the blood of sin, all in the hope that someone with a lingering obsession would be reborn and return to the world.

But Shen Shuchou appeared out of nowhere, like an inescapable calamity, constantly causing unease in his heart.

Since leaving the ancient, desolate land, my resolve to eliminate the other party has been unwavering.

But now, not only are there unknown forces lurking in the shadows blocking his way, but even the strange creatures in the mirror that he is cooperating with are hindering him at every turn.

He forcefully suppressed all the malevolent energy that filled the sky, and the chilling pressure slowly dissipated.

Feng Wujiang stared intently at the face in the mirror that was identical to his own, his gaze deep and unwavering. His tone was indifferent yet sharp.

"You are too arrogant."

Feng Wujiang's gaze was deep and resolute, his words cold and hard, carrying an barely suppressed sense of forbearance and warning.

The person in the mirror chuckled softly, his tone arrogant and obsessive, exuding an age-old domineering aura.

"Hehe... In my entire life, I have never been arrogant. I can clearly sense that as long as she becomes my vessel, I will be able to shatter the old world and create a new peak for all eternity."

"I hope it's as you wish."

Feng Wujiang's eyes were chillingly cold, his killing intent was deep in his bones, and his tone was resolute as if he were deciding life and death.

"Otherwise, I will spare no expense to ensure you are condemned to eternal damnation, never to see the light of day again."

He had already reached a point of no return, and was consumed by his obsession, unwilling to yield even a single step.

At the same time, inside the Temple of the Holy Maiden.

A woman dressed in pink with a graceful figure slowly stepped into the hall. Her steps were light and familiar, as if she knew the place well, and it was clear that this was not her first time here.

She walked straight into the inner room, and when she looked up, she saw Shen Shuchou lying quietly on the bed. A look of surprise flashed across her eyes, followed by a playful and sinister smile, her eyes teasing and frivolous.

She walked slowly to the bedside, glanced at the person on the bed, and raised the corner of her lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of mockery.

"Tsk tsk, the Holy Maiden's Palace, now it seems, is hiding men and keeping lovers."

As soon as she finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold suddenly locked onto her from behind, sharp and menacing, with a murderous intent rising within her.

The woman in pink felt a slight chill, then turned around abruptly.

Their eyes met.

What they collided with were Lu Wanheng's eyes, devoid of warmth, lifeless and cold.

Lu Wanheng stood behind him, his aura extremely cold, his eyes icy and his tone calm, yet every word was like a knife.

"roll."

Despite such a chilling expulsion, the woman in pink remained unfazed, her smile gentle as she calmly responded.

"Lu Wanheng, it's been a long time."