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

As Lu Wanheng's blood-stained figure broke through the churning malevolent energy and entered the source of this chaos, his gaze immediately locked onto a familiar figure not far away.

That was Shen Shuchou's appearance, standing in the center of the black mist, surrounded by a chilling aura.

She instinctively reached out to rush over, but suddenly stopped.

Around that figure stood four other figures with imposing presence, each exuding a powerful aura.

Lu Wanheng stared intently at Shen Shuchou's retreating figure, his eyes suddenly hardening.

A strong intuition rang in his heart like an alarm bell: this person was not Shen Shuchou.

Yet, gazing at that face that was exactly the same as Shen Shuchou's, the sinful blood within her body burned wildly like ignited oil, almost breaking free of her skin's restraints, carrying an impulse to destroy everything.

In an instant, Lu Wanheng forcibly averted his gaze and looked at the figure lying curled up on the ground to the side.

The moment she recognized the familiar figure, she suddenly realized that it was her true disciple, Shen Shuchou.

Even though he didn't understand why there were two Shen Shuchou, Lu Wanheng instantly guessed that it must be related to the fake in front of him that exuded an eerie aura.

The violence surging within me probably stems from the same, yet even more sinister, power emanating from this person.

Lu Wanheng gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his surging violent emotions. At this moment, only one obsession remained in his heart.

No matter the cost, I must stay here and safely take my disciple away.

Just as Lu Wanheng's mind raced, the sinful figure that had been standing still suddenly became ethereal, and in the next second it appeared like a ghost beside the four Supreme Elders.

A massive hand, imbued with countless malevolent energies, materialized out of thin air and slammed down with a devastating power capable of tearing apart heaven and earth!

"Be careful!"

One of the four elders spoke in a deep, cold voice, his tone full of solemnity.

Before the words were even finished, the four of them simultaneously unleashed their life's cultivation, forcefully tearing apart the overwhelming pressure of the palm strike. They then shifted their positions, forming a pincer movement to surround and trap Zui in the center.

"Hehe... Very well, then I'll use the lives of you four old geezers to commemorate my rebirth."

Zui looked up at the four people, a sinister and chilling smile curling at the corner of his lips, his voice filled with arrogant arrogance and murderous intent.

In an instant, the dense, malevolent aura surrounding it suddenly contracted and condensed wildly.

Countless twisted and ferocious black demonic shadows appeared out of thin air, roaring and charging fiercely towards the four ancestors in bizarre forms.

A fierce battle was about to break out, with murderous auras surging and demonic energy soaring to the sky. At the same moment, Lu Wanheng's figure suddenly moved.

She touched the ground with her toes, her figure as fast as a streak of light, rushing towards the fallen Shen Shuchou without regard for anything else.

In the blink of an eye, she had arrived at Shen Shuchou's side.

Seeing his eyes closed and his breath so weak it was almost gone, Lu Wanheng's heart clenched, and an indescribable panic gripped her.

Without the slightest hesitation, she bent down and gently picked up Shen Shuchou, then turned to rush out of this place of trouble.

But the next moment, a figure blocked her way.

"You can't take him away."

Cang stood before Lu Wanheng and spoke slowly, word by word.

Lu Wanheng raised his eyes and looked coldly at Cang. Without saying a word, he tightened his grip on Shen Shuchou's arm, took a step, and stepped directly to the other side.

She had no other thoughts in her mind than to get her critically injured disciple away from this dangerous place.

But as soon as she moved, Cang's figure also moved instantly, so fast that only a blur remained, and once again accurately blocked her path, not retreating even half a step.

"Get out of here."

Lu Wanheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, filled with suppressed violence and anger.

The moment she finished speaking, her sword, Shufeng, was suddenly drawn, and a fierce and unparalleled sword light slashed out.

The sword light, seemingly weak and insignificant under the frenzied devouring of the overwhelming evil aura, possessed an unstoppable sharpness on its blade, carrying the violent power of burning sinful blood, and slashed straight at Cang's face.

But Cang effortlessly deflected this powerful sword strike with a simple wave of his hand.

Facing Lu Wanheng, who was wielding the power of sin and blood and was rampaging, Cang never made a counterattack. He simply blocked her path and refused to let her take a single step.

Seeing that he could not break through the barrier and was holding the immobile Shen Shuchou in his arms, unable to fully unleash his cultivation and combat power, Lu Wanheng's violent anger surged even more uncontrollably.

Just as the stalemate was at its peak, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out from the side, tearing through the air filled with malevolent energy.

A slender green bamboo arrow, carrying the force of a whirlwind, pierced straight towards Cang's back like lightning.

Immediately afterwards, several green bamboo shoots pierced the air one after another, their sharp, continuous sounds sealing off all of Cang's room to dodge.

"I'll protect you here, you can just take this kid and leave without worry."

A deep, aged voice slowly entered Lu Wanheng's ears, clear and resolute.

As the voice faded, an elderly figure with white hair and beard landed steadily beside Lu Wanheng, exuding a calm aura as he faced Cang directly.

"Thank you for your help, senior."

Lu Wanheng looked at the aged figure that had suddenly appeared beside him, his voice slightly hoarse, and solemnly said something.

Before she finished speaking, she touched the ground with her toes, and carrying the weak Shen Shuchou in her arms, she leaped straight in the opposite direction. She thought that with the old man holding Cang back, she would be able to escape smoothly this time.

But just as she stood up, another figure broke through the air from the other side amidst the murderous aura, its aura sharp and its target aimed directly at her and Shen Shuchou.

The moment Lu Wanheng recognized the newcomer as Feng Wujiang, his expression remained unchanged. Without uttering a word, his aura suddenly deepened, and he instantly unleashed his full cultivation, accelerating forward to avoid further entanglement.

But Feng Wujiang's figure was like a persistent leech, always sticking to her from the side, never missing a step.

The next second, his vast cultivation power erupted, and an incomparably powerful force swept over everything, aiming to lock down the space within several feet around Lu Wanheng and cut off all her escape routes.

Seeing this, Lu Wanheng could only grit his teeth and swing his sword in a reverse slash, unleashing another sharp sword beam from the Shufeng Sword.

However, she was already preoccupied with protecting the person in her arms, making it difficult for her to unleash her full strength. Moreover, the two of them were of vastly different cultivation levels. Her sword light, which she had poured all her energy into, was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of Feng Wujiang's power, and was easily crushed and shattered.

A violent shockwave crashed into him, and Lu Wanheng was powerless to resist it. He was thrown out like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground.

Even so, the moment she was thrown into the air, she still clenched her arms tightly, holding Shen Shuchou firmly in her embrace.

Even though he absorbed all the impact himself, he did not allow the person in his arms to be jolted or bumped in the slightest.

She landed almost instantly, then staggered back to her feet, her grip on Shen Shuchou's arm remaining firmly in place.

Feng Wujiang slowly floated down and stood firmly in front of Lu Wanheng. His gaze fell on her tightly protective embrace, and his voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable force: "Come back with me."

"Was all of this a setup by you?"

Lu Wanheng raised her eyes and stared intently at him, her eyes surging with suppressed anger and coldness, questioning him word by word.

Faced with her questioning, Feng Wujiang offered no explanation or attempt to cover it up, but simply nodded and answered frankly, "It was me."

Why?

Lu Wanheng blurted it out, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she didn't feel the expected rage and hatred.

The rise and fall of the Qingxuan Holy Land, and the shackles of the Holy Maiden's identity, were all irrelevant and insignificant to her.

At this moment, she had no interest in investigating the ins and outs of the conspiracy, nor in calculating right and wrong, gains and losses. Her only thought was to safely leave this hellish place with Shen Shuchou in her arms.

In her heart, the idea of ​​burning her bridges had already taken root.

As long as she can leave this place, she can abandon everything—the Pure Profound Holy Land, the Holy Maiden of Heaven, the supreme glory and the cold rules.

She only wanted to find a quiet place where no one would disturb them, a place that belonged only to her and Shen Shuchou.

She never wanted to return to that perpetually cold and desolate temple of the saints.

All she wanted was to stay with her apprentice, the boy who had taken root in her heart and accompanied her through countless lonely years, and live a peaceful and stable life.

"I don't want to hurt you. Come back with me."

Feng Wujiang continued in a deep voice.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't," Lu Wanheng sneered. "You're just reluctant to hurt my body, aren't you?"

From Feng Wujiang's unusual behavior earlier, to the figure that looked exactly like Shen Shuchou that came into view just now, Lu Wanheng had already guessed some clues in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Feng Wujiang remained expressionless, gazing intently at her, and softly called out, "Ling'er..."

"Shut up!"

Lu Wanheng abruptly interrupted coldly, "I am not the Ling'er you speak of. Let me leave now, or I would rather destroy this body than let you have your way."

Before he finished speaking, to show his resolve, Lu Wanheng suddenly raised the halberd in his hand and resolutely slashed it down at himself.

In an instant, a severed arm crashed to the ground, and crimson blood gushed out like a spring.

Seeing this, Feng Wujiang's eyes turned bloodshot and he stared intently at the bleeding wound, his voice filled with suppressed rage: "How dare you!"

"Get out of my way!" Lu Wanheng's face was ashen, but he still stared at him coldly. "Let me go, or the next sword strike will not be as simple as just severing an arm."

Beneath her deathly pale face, a hint of extreme madness, a desperate, all-or-nothing urge, was faintly visible.

Although Feng Wujiang was absolutely confident that he could forcefully suppress Lu Wanheng, he dared not gamble even a little bit.

He had finally found a suitable body and was unwilling to let it be destroyed.

Seeing Feng Wujiang step aside, Lu Wanheng did not hesitate for a moment, and walked away, while Feng Wujiang's figure followed her at a distance.

P.S.: I've been too busy at work lately, and sometimes I'm too tired to write anything. Sorry.