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

Feeling his life force dissipating like quicksand, Shen Shuchou was so weak that he no longer had the strength to even stand up.

Even though he knew in his heart that he might not die, the excruciating pain of his life being slowly drained away still relentlessly eroded his mind.

He had experienced this near-death experience several times, but he still found it difficult to get used to it.

Although some people at the foot of the mountain saw Shen Shuchou's miserable state from afar, they all watched coldly and no one was willing to step forward to help.

On the other side, Feng Wujiang's gaze had already fallen heavily on the dying Shen Shuchou.

He gazed at the figure whose life hung by a thread, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness, showing no emotion whatsoever.

For him, Shen Shuchou was an unpredictable variable.

If he could simply be annihilated, it would fulfill his wish.

Just as he was thinking this, a figure suddenly appeared, braving the surging pressure from the mountaintop, and walked step by step toward Shen Shuchou.

The moment Feng Wujiang saw the figure clearly, his pupils contracted slightly.

He was just an unremarkable disciple, dressed in gray cloth and with an ordinary appearance.

But at a glance, he sensed a familiar aura emanating from the other party, something formed from a wisp of power from the being in the ancient mirror.

The oppressive force of the mountaintop was like a heavy stone pressing down, and the snow curtain filled the sky, obscuring the view. Yet, the figure walked steadily and slowly came to Shen Shuchou's side, looking down at him from above.

Those eyes were filled with undisguised greed.

Shen Shuchou strained to lift his eyes, and the moment he saw the other person clearly, his heart sank.

"We meet again."

The next moment, a cold, gloomy voice rang out.

Shen Shuchou remained calm, his tone icy: "You really are a persistent ghost."

"Heh... This time, no one can protect you anymore."

A sinister smile curled at the corner of Cang's lips.

Having learned from her previous defeat, she didn't waste any more words. She suddenly reached out and grabbed at Shen Shuchou.

Just then, a tremendous force suddenly erupted, blocking the path between the two.

Sensing the force of the obstruction, Cang's expression turned cold, and he coldly rebuked, "Feng Wujiang, do you know what you're doing?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou's expression changed slightly.

On the other side, Feng Wujiang heard the reprimand but remained silent.

He knew what Cang wanted to do, and he also knew his own position at that moment.

"Do you still remember my lord's instructions?"

Cang's voice grew increasingly somber.

Feng Wujiang's expression darkened, and he ultimately withdrew that power.

Without any obstruction, a strange, blood-red light instantly burst forth from Cang's hand, wrapping around Shen Shuchou like vines.

Before he could react, it enveloped his body and vanished instantly into the swirling snow.

As if sensing something, Lu Wanheng, who was not far away, suddenly turned his head to look in this direction.

When she could no longer sense any trace of Shen Shuchou's presence, her heart sank, and endless panic instantly engulfed her.

She trudged through the snow and stepped to the spot where Shen Shuchou had stood. In the instant she glanced down, her eyes were empty, not even a trace of his presence remained.

The rage and savagery that had been surging within his bloodline were suddenly torn apart by the unexpected panic.

"Lu Wanheng! Our battle is not yet decided, how can you afford to be distracted even for a moment!"

Ye Li's fierce shout tore through the swirling snow, each word carrying a ruthless, bloodthirsty edge.

A dark blade of light enveloped her blood-stained figure as it hurtled through the air, its fierce momentum slashing straight at Lu Wanheng's back, a single strike brimming with earth-shattering power.

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The sharp sound of a blade slicing through flesh was extremely piercing, accompanied by the muffled thud of bones being forcibly cleaved open.

The dark longsword slashed fiercely into Lu Wanheng's left shoulder, the blade deeply embedded in bone and blood. The force was so great that it almost severed his entire arm from his torso, and crimson blood gushed out instantly.

Ye Li's frenzied fighting spirit had already reached its peak, but upon seeing this, he suddenly froze, and a sense of disbelief rose in his heart.

Her deadly strike should have crippled half of her opponent's fighting ability, but Lu Wanheng didn't even flinch.

Just as she was about to unleash her inner strength to completely shatter the opponent's bones and tendons, Lu Wanheng in front of her finally turned around slowly.

Just one glance.

The wind and snow in the world seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ye Li's surging sword intent, boiling fighting spirit, and arrogant confidence were instantly frozen by the bone-chilling cold the moment that gaze fell upon him.

This was no longer the cold, menacing gaze of before, nor the sharp, decisive eyes; it was a deathly ashes, utterly bleak.

Without sorrow, without joy, without anger, without hatred.

Ye Li was not afraid of death; he was always extremely confident in himself. However, the moment he met that gaze, a strange fear arose uncontrollably in his heart.

She lowered her eyes to look at the long sword embedded in her shoulder, slowly raised her intact right hand, spread her five fingers, and firmly grasped the scalding blade with her bare hand.

The entire black iron longsword suddenly emitted a violent, dying hum, and the blade trembled wildly, yet it could not penetrate even half an inch further.

Click—!

A crisp, yet soul-shattering sound rang out.

The long sword shattered and disintegrated inch by inch in his palm.

The shattered blade light was still flashing before her eyes. Before Ye Li could recover, a hand covered in sinful blood and murderous aura suddenly grabbed half of her body.

In a dizzying moment, with a deafening roar, she was slammed to the ground by a violent and overwhelming force of sinful blood.

At this moment, the boiling sinful blood around her had permeated her bones and veins, and even merged into her soul and consciousness, with a murderous aura that swept across the sky.

The next moment, Lu Wanheng clenched his fist and slammed it down on Ye Li on the ground.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

Each punch was stronger than the last, each punch faster than the last, the violent power causing the ground to churn with wind and snow, and filling the sky with murderous aura.

Elder Ye, standing at the foot of the mountain, was startled by this sight, and then she instantly strode towards the summit.

"stop!"

A furious roar suddenly erupted, and the immense pressure of the Tribulation Transcending stage instantly swept across the sky and engulfed all directions.

However, there was another figure whose speed surpassed Elder Ye's. Feng Wujiang's figure blurred, and he instantly appeared beside Lu Wanheng.

He stared intently at the woman before him, his brows furrowed deeply.

She already knew clearly in her heart that the sinful blood had completely merged with her and was now inseparable from her; the sinful blood had become her very being.

For him, this matter had both advantages and disadvantages.

The full awakening of the sinful blood meant that this body was qualified to become a vessel, but the timing of this awakening far exceeded his expectations.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wujiang raised his hand and grabbed Lu Wanheng's wrist.

Suddenly stopped, Lu Wanheng's lifeless, ashen eyes slowly turned towards him.

Upon recognizing Feng Wujiang, her voice became deathly hoarse as she spoke, each word distinct and deliberate: "Was it you who stole him?"

"It wasn't me."

Feng Wujiang's gaze was calm as he looked at her and responded indifferently.

Give him back to me.

Lu Wanheng's tone suddenly turned icy cold. Before he finished speaking, his other hand suddenly gathered a powerful fist force, carrying a chilling and fierce aura, and slammed it straight towards Feng Wujiang.

Feng Wujiang frowned as he watched her lose control. With just a light touch of his hand, he easily blocked her attack and firmly suppressed her figure.

Then he used his cultivation to forcefully suppress the surging, violent, and malevolent energy within Lu Wanheng's body.

"Kaze no Eri!"

At this moment, Elder Ye's figure also broke through the air and landed on the spot.

Her gaze swept across the room and immediately fell upon Ye Li, who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, Ye Li had long since lost his human form, leaving only a blurry pool of flesh and blood lying on the ground. Half of his body had been crushed into a bloody pulp, a truly gruesome sight.

Seeing his disciple, whom he had painstakingly trained and poured half his life's blood into, reduced to such a miserable state, Elder Ye's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his gaze filled with fury.

She turned her head sharply, her icy gaze fixed on Lu Wanheng, her undisguised chilling killing intent pouring out like a tidal wave.

"Give her to me."

Elder Ye stared directly at Feng Wujiang, each word chilling to the bone.

Feng Wujiang stepped aside, firmly shielding Lu Wanheng behind him, his expression indifferent and composed: "The competition for the Holy Maiden is inherently a life-or-death contest. Elder Ye, your actions are blatantly biased and protective of your own, given your inferior skills."

"She is no longer worthy of being the Holy Maiden of Qingxuan! Her methods are ruthless and vicious, devoid of humanity. Where is even a trace of the Qingxuan Sect's integrity left!"

Elder Ye stared intently at Feng Wujiang, his tone icy and intimidating, "Feng Wujiang, I'll ask you one more time: hand it over, or not?"

At the same time, all the elders who belonged to the same faction as Elder Ye arrived.

Everyone remained silent, but the terrifying pressure that gathered layer upon layer pressed down on Feng Wujiang, engulfing him with a deafening roar.

"What? Are you trying to force me to resign if I don't hand over the people?"

Feng Wujiang's voice was not loud, but it carried an imposing aura.

Elder Ye's face turned ashen, and he laughed angrily, "In my opinion, the position of Holy Maiden of Qingxuan should be filled by someone more virtuous and capable, and even the position of Holy Master should be reconsidered! I will invite the other Supreme Elders to discuss the selection of the Holy Master!"

"Oh?"

Feng Wujiang raised an eyebrow, his tone calm yet sharp, "Then let's wait until those old guys come out of seclusion. At least for now, I am still the Holy Lord of Qingxuan Holy Land."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored Elder Ye's angry glare, his spiritual power surged around him, and he forcefully carried the still struggling Lu Wanheng, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing from the mountaintop.