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

The snow in the northern region fell like an endless, pure white curtain, immersing the entire world in a chilling, eerie color.

The wind and snow here are far more biting and piercing than in the Central Plains.

Snowflakes blanketed the land, and in a secluded courtyard at the edge of Wang'an Town, two figures were embracing tightly.

On the bed in the main room, Lu Wanheng held the unconscious Shen Shuchou in his arms.

Five or six days have passed since I left the sacred land of Qingxuan and traveled here.

Following her old memories, she led Shen Shuchou back to Wang'an Town and returned to this small courtyard.

Lu Wanheng lowered his eyes and gazed at the pale, lifeless face of the person in his arms, murmuring softly, "Let's not go back. Let's stay here from now on, okay?"

She doesn't want anything now, she just wants to stay in this little courtyard and with the person in her arms. Even just sitting quietly like this is enough.

Outside the window, snow fell softly and continuously.

Lu Wanheng slowly straightened up. His injuries were not yet stable, and the severed arm was still a bloody mess, with a stinging pain spreading throughout his body.

She first focused her mind to suppress the surging injuries within her body, then calmed her spirit and used her divine sense to carefully examine Shen Shuchou's condition.

But the moment his divine sense entered Shen Shuchou's body, Lu Wanheng's expression suddenly darkened, and his heart tightened.

She clearly sensed that Shen Shuchou at this moment was like an empty shell without a soul, his inner consciousness devoid of vitality and life.

If it weren't for the faint trace of life still lingering around him, he would be indistinguishable from a cold corpse.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold surged upwards along his consciousness, causing Lu Wanheng's heart to tremble violently.

She instantly understood that the root of all problems and the root of all troubles lay in the strange phantom within the Qingxuan Holy Land, which was identical in appearance and figure to Shen Shuchou.

It's that thing.

It was that strange being that stole her disciple's soul and consciousness.

Suddenly, his heart was gripped by an endless feeling of suffocation. Lu Wanheng steadied himself and used all his remaining spiritual power to repeatedly transfer it into Shen Shuchou's body.

She tried every method she had learned in her life: gentle healing spiritual power, soul-awakening techniques that focused the mind, and Taoist methods that guided spiritual consciousness.

All efforts were in vain.

The sleeping Shen Shuchou did not respond at all; his face was pale and lifeless, his eyelashes drooped, and he remained motionless.

His breathing was so faint as to be almost imperceptible; his empty body contained not a trace of Shen Shuchou's vitality or consciousness.

At first, she suppressed her panic and patiently tried again and again, with a faint glimmer of hope still in her eyes.

She hoped that the person in her arms would open their eyes in the next second and call her "Master" as they had called her countless times before.

You can try again and again, only to fail each time.

The faint hope was utterly crushed, the composure completely collapsed, and it was completely swallowed up by boundless madness and violence.

The gentle warmth in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a surging, almost manic crimson.

She risked half her life and everything to pull the person away from hell, only to find that what she had desperately protected was just an empty shell without a soul.

The disciple she had risked everything to save was gone.

Why...?

A low, hoarse murmur escaped from between his teeth, broken and hoarse, carrying endless confusion and intense pain, before dissipating in the cold wind of falling snow.

Lu Wanheng stared blankly at the lifeless figure on the bed, his voice trembling slightly as he asked again and again, as if questioning the heavens and earth, or muttering in despair, "Why did this happen... Why did you do this to me... Why..."

He pressed on, each word dripping with anguish, but no one answered.

The wind and snow lashed against the windowpane, the world was cold and desolate, and she was the only one trapped in boundless despair.

With trembling hands, she reached out her intact palms and carefully cupped Shen Shuchou's bloodless face.

The skin my fingertips touched was icy cold, devoid of any warmth or freshness.

All his toughness and forbearance crumbled, and the once aloof and detached master was now disheveled and humble.

She leaned down, her forehead almost touching his brow, her voice choked and broken, filled with an almost pleading obsession: "Shu Chou, please wake up and look at me, okay? I am your master."

"Please wake up... open your eyes and look at me one more time, okay?"

The wind and snow had not yet stopped, and in the desolate courtyard, only her humble hopes remained, along with a soulless body on the bed that seemed to never respond.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Eastern Continent, the majestic Tian Sheng Sect was shrouded in mist and its bells and chimes were silent.

Inside the deep and solemn Wunian Hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and layers of restrictions were placed around it.

This place was specifically designed for quiet contemplation and enlightenment, to eliminate distracting thoughts, and has always been a place of tranquility and peace.

Si Anhe, who was forcibly confined to this place for cultivation by the sect, was originally closing her eyes to regulate her breathing and stabilize her Dao heart, but suddenly, she opened her tightly closed eyes.

"puff!"

A mouthful of warm, scarlet blood spurted out.

Boundless panic and fear, like icy tide, instantly permeated every limb and bone, entwined the soul and meridians, and could not be dispelled.

At first, Si Anhe thought it was because her mind was restless and her Dao heart was agitated that she experienced strange movements during her cultivation.

She calmed herself and tried several times to compose herself and steady her chaotic breathing.

But every time she was about to enter a meditative state, a sudden palpitation and a startled panic would strike, severely disrupting all her breathing rhythms.

Once, twice, three times...

The repeated unusual shocks are not caused by an unstable mind.

Si Anhe's heart sank suddenly, her keen intuition sending a frantic warning.

Something's happened. It must be something serious.

Without pausing for a moment, she suddenly stood up and strode quickly towards the outside of the Wunian Hall.

Upon seeing this, the female cultivator guarding outside the hall immediately stepped forward and bowed to stop her: "Holy Maiden, the sect has ordered that you must cultivate in the Wunian Hall and are not allowed to leave without permission."

"Get out of here."

Si Anhe raised her eyes, her gaze devoid of warmth, her eyes swirling with barely concealed anxiety and resentment.

The female gatekeeper remained steadfast in her duty, bracing herself to step forward and try to persuade her to return to the hall.

Before she could finish speaking, Si Anhe had already lost all patience. She raised her hand and swept out a burst of true energy, swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

In the brief collision of spiritual light, the female cultivator guarding the gate was so shocked that she staggered backward and dared not move forward even an inch.

Si Anhe immediately stepped out of the Wunian Hall, where she had been imprisoned for many days. With her spiritual power activated, she instantly darted out of the corridor and rushed to Xie Wuhuan's residence.

The desolate courtyard was empty and deserted, dust settled silently in front of it, and the grass and trees were barren.

The house was empty, and the desk stood bare, devoid of any sign of human presence.

The familiar residence offered no trace of Master Xie Wuhuan's presence or presence.

The unease in her heart suddenly magnified several times, weighing heavily on her and making it hard to breathe.

Without giving it much thought, Si Anhe immediately returned to Wunian Hall and found Elder Li, who was in charge of affairs in the hall.

Inside the hall, the white-haired, short-statured Elder Li was sitting quietly observing the restrictions. When he saw her rush in, her brows furrowed slightly, filled with panic.

Si Anhe suppressed the turmoil in her heart and spoke quickly, getting straight to the point: "Old Li, has something changed outside?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Li abruptly raised his eyes, his gaze filled with surprise. He gave her a deep look and asked in astonishment, "You've been in seclusion in the Forbidden Palace, cut off from the world. How did you learn of the unusual events outside?"

This rhetorical question struck Si Anhe's heart like a thunderbolt.

All the premonitions in his heart came to an end, the panic that had been haunting his soul finally subsided, and the ominous premonition instantly surged to its peak.

Before Si Anhe could ask further, Elder Li sighed softly, his tone heavy, and slowly continued, "A sudden upheaval has occurred at the Qingxuan Holy Land. News of it has only recently begun to emerge, and the sects are still investigating the details. I myself know very little."

Pure Mystery Holy Land!

The moment those four words entered her ears, Si Anhe's mind exploded, went blank, and all she could hear was a buzzing sound.

The first and only person who came to mind was Shen Shuchou.

That person in the Qingxuan Holy Land must have met with some misfortune, which is why I, who am thousands of miles away, am filled with sorrow and dread!

Overwhelmed by panic, Si Anhe forcibly suppressed the fear in her eyes and urgently asked, "Elder Li, have you seen my master?"

Elder Li slowly shook his head, his expression growing increasingly solemn: "I have never seen her. Elder Xie's whereabouts are unpredictable; I haven't seen her in the sect for several days."

The moment Elder Li finished speaking, the entire sky above the Heavenly Saint Sect trembled violently.

A sharp, piercing roar tore through the clouds, crashing down from the distant horizon. The mountain mists churned, the glazed tiles of the palace trembled, and the solemn and silent Wunian Palace was instantly enveloped by a desolate and domineering pressure.

Si Anhe was shocked. She felt a strong sense of connection to her soul. Without thinking, she quickly stepped out of the palace and looked up at the sky.

High above the clouds, a strange and dazzling crimson light cleaved through the white mist, like a meteor falling to earth, hurtling straight toward her with devastating speed.

The streak of light drew ever closer, its outline gradually becoming clearer.

It was a long spear, its entire body stained with blood, its blade sharp and slender. The cold glint at the tip had faded, leaving only a deep crimson hue enveloping its body, while the patterns on the spear shaft subtly shimmered with an unprecedented light.

With a soft tremor, the Lifeless Spear landed steadily half a foot to Si Anhe's side, its tip touching the ground, standing firmly.

The moment Si Anhe saw the spear clearly, her eyes welled up with tears, and hot tears fell without warning, blurring her vision instantly.

Since their parting in the desolate ancient land, this spear has remained in the hands of Master Xie Wuhuan, never leaving his side.

It will never leave its master on its own initiative. Unless the master gives the instruction, or the master encounters misfortune or his soul is scattered, this lifeless spear will never return to its master alone.

Si Anhe stared blankly at the spear that was so close to her. Before she even touched the spear, she could clearly sense a vast and terrifying power that far surpassed anything she had ever felt before.

This is far beyond the power that the broken and lifeless spear of yesteryear should possess.

She knew the origins and history of this gun from a young age, and knew that it was originally a broken and lifeless weapon, like a stagnant pool of water for thousands of years.

But at this moment, the Lifeless Spear standing before her had completely changed.

The deathly silence was completely shattered, and a faint, vibrant light flowed across the gun's body. It was a faint yet real spark of life, an aura she had never sensed in this broken weapon before.

It's the aura of my master.

Unable to suppress the trembling that ran through her body, Si Anhe slowly raised her icy fingertips and gently grasped the slightly cool gun barrel.

The instant my palm touched the blood-red gun pattern.

boom!

Countless fragmented, warm, and tender images suddenly broke through the shackles of her consciousness, flooding into the depths of her mind and sweeping through her soul.

The wind howls, and the sea of ​​clouds stretches endlessly!

A familiar figure in white robes could be vaguely seen standing alone in the sky; it was her gentle, calm, and composed master, Xie Wuhuan.

Following the scene was a gentle voice, still soothing, softly echoing in her ear, dispelling her momentary fear, yet bringing a deep, piercing sorrow.

"Silly girl, don't cry."

"Our bond as master and disciple has not ended."

"Master hasn't disappeared; he's just changed his way of being with you forever."

The voice was gentle and tender, filled with reluctance and longing, yet it felt incredibly ethereal, like a flickering candle in the wind or a bubble in the water, gently falling and then beginning to dissipate inch by inch.

The brilliance of the gun body dimmed slightly, and that hard-won aura was rapidly disappearing.

"Master..."

Tears streamed down her face, and Si Anhe gripped the Lifeless Spear tightly, her body ice-cold. Standing in the gentle breeze, she choked back sobs.

The world was silent, and the wind was still.

P.S.: I've been so busy with work lately.