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

The events surrounding Qingxuan swept across the five continents like a thunderclap.

The Qingxuan Holy Land, which once held the top position among the five holy lands, was reduced to ruins in just a few days.

A chilling aura filled the sky, lingering and unyielding. This earth-shattering event brought together the major sects of Zhongzhou, who had always been at odds with each other, into an unprecedented unity.

In the days following the incident, top experts from various sects rushed to the outskirts of the Qingxuan Holy Land. However, whenever they encountered the terrifying pressure surging from the depths of the evil energy, not a single one dared to take even half a step in.

Strangely, the entire Qingxuan territory was firmly shrouded in baleful energy, yet it never spread outwards even slightly. Within the forbidden area, it was deathly silent, with not a single figure stepping out.

After a brief meeting, the major sects decided to designate Qingxuan, shrouded in malevolent energy, as an absolute forbidden zone. Disciples from each sect were stationed around the area to monitor the forbidden zone day and night, without daring to slacken their efforts.

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang'an Town, Beizhou.

It was still that secluded little courtyard, and at the turn of spring and summer, the grass and trees inside were lush and green.

The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves and quietly fell on a face as pale as paper.

Shen Shuchou closed his eyes and leaned quietly in the rocking chair, letting the warm light bathe him.

His aura was so faint that it almost blended into the surrounding plants and trees, without the slightest ripple, leaving only a serene and tranquil silence.

A soft "creak" sound!

A crack appeared in the courtyard gate, and a figure slowly walked in from outside.

The woman was dressed in coarse cloth, her expression was slightly blank, and although her cheeks were covered with some dust, it could not hide her innate beauty. Her black hair was simply tied behind her shoulders, making her look simple and unpretentious.

She closed the courtyard gate behind her, carrying a bamboo basket in her left hand. Inside the basket lay a fresh fish, its tail still swaying, steaming with moisture, lively and vibrant.

This person was Lu Wanheng. For the past three years, she had been guarding this small courtyard, never leaving Shen Shuchou's side.

Now, she has long lost the aloofness and ethereal beauty of the former Holy Maiden of Qingxuan Holy Land. She has shed her celestial grace and instead resembles an ordinary country woman living a simple life in Wang'an Town, with a worldly air about her and a body full of forbearance.

Lu Wanheng carried the bamboo basket and slowly walked to the rocking chair. His gaze fell on Shen Shuchou's pale face, and his eyes were filled with unyielding pity and bitterness.

"wake up."

She gazed at him, her voice as soft as the wind rustling through the leaves.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Shuchou's tightly closed eyes suddenly and slowly opened.

Those eyes were lifeless and dull, devoid of any light, just a pale gray, empty like a bottomless abyss.

"Look, I went fishing in the river with the people from town today. You really want to eat some, don't you?"

Seeing him open his eyes, Lu Wanheng forced a faint smile and spoke softly.

After she finished speaking, she stood quietly in place for a few breaths, but the person in front of her remained silent and did not respond at all.

Her brows furrowed suddenly, a surge of irritation rising within her, and her tone turned noticeably colder: "Why aren't you saying anything? What have I taught you? You're supposed to respond to every word I say."

Shen Shuchou remained staring blankly into the void, his expression wooden and unresponsive.

That restlessness instantly transformed into uncontrollable madness, surging between his brows and eyes.

The next moment, Lu Wanheng suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers gripping Shen Shuchou's neck tightly. His face was close to Shen's, his eyes bloodshot, and he demanded obsessively, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Since the incident at Qingxuan, Shen Shuchou has been like a soulless shell, remaining unmoved no matter how many methods she tried to save him.

In desperation, she resolutely chose to nourish his remnant soul with her own soul essence.

Every day, I would infuse his body with my spiritual essence, without interruption.

This method is extremely harmful to her body, severely damaging her vital energy, but as long as it can wake Shen Shuchou up, she is willing to do it without any regret.

After enduring this for a whole year, Shen Shuchou finally opened his eyes in the spring of the following year.

But he just lay there with his eyes open, unable to speak or show any emotion, still like a soulless puppet.

Even so, for Lu Wanheng, it was the only solace in his desperate situation.

In the days that followed, she patiently taught him to speak and to perceive the world, hoping to gradually bring him back to the human world and make him the vibrant Shen Shuchou he once was.

But things don't always go as planned. No matter how carefully she guided him, he remained slow and indifferent, only managing to stammer out a few words every few moments.

Looking at his empty and numb appearance, Lu Wanheng unconsciously tightened his grip on his palm, his heart churning with extreme contradictions and torment.

In countless moments of despair, she wanted to simply end this torment, but with her fingertips hovering over his neck, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to be so cruel.

Just then, in the deathly silent courtyard, Shen Shuchou's dry throat suddenly managed to squeeze out a hoarse, broken low voice.

"Forehead……"

The dry, broken monosyllables rolled out with difficulty from the throat, so faint that they almost vanished in an instant.

But this single, indistinct sound was like a fine needle, instantly piercing Lu Wanheng's heartstrings.

Her fingers suddenly loosened, and the extreme, obsessive tension vanished completely. The surging madness in her eyes collapsed, replaced by an overwhelming bitterness and fear.

The next moment, she leaned down and hugged Shen Shuchou tightly, burying his slightly cool body against her chest. Her voice was choked and broken, full of extreme self-reproach.

"I'm sorry... don't blame me... I just... just wanted you to see me..."

The person in his arms still had empty, lifeless eyes, devoid of any emotion, only her soft, humble murmurs echoing in the quiet courtyard, unanswered.

After a long while, Lu Wanheng finally managed to suppress the tears welling up in his eyes and slowly loosened his embrace.

She raised her hand to wipe away the sour dampness from her cheek, forcing a gentle smile that was almost fragile.

"Are you hungry? Your master will cook you some fish right away. Be a good boy and wait for me here."

As soon as she finished speaking, she bent down to pick up the bamboo basket from the ground, turned around, and walked towards the stove in the corner of the yard.

After a while, wisps of smoke rose gently from the chimneys and drifted softly across the courtyard.

The hazy fireworks blurred her slender features, leaving only a very soft sigh that dissipated in the twilight wind.

Time flies by, and night falls in the blink of an eye.

Inside the main room, the candlelight flickered, casting dim, yellowish light that created an even more somber atmosphere.

Shen Shuchou stood quietly before the bed, his posture upright but stiff and wooden, his empty gaze fixed on the woman on the bed, silently waiting for her instructions.

On the bed, Lu Wanheng lay quietly, his clear eyes now filled with fine, terrifying blood-red lines.

For the past three years, the sinful blood deep within her veins has erupted every so often, unleashing a violent backlash that burns her heart and bones with a scorching heat that engulfs her limbs and remains incurable.

The only one who could suppress this rampant evil blood and soothe the surging resentment within her was Shen Shuchou.

Tonight is no different.

"come over."

Lu Wanheng suppressed the suppressed gasps in his throat, his voice low and hoarse, trembling with restraint.

Upon hearing the sound, Shen Shuchou, who had been standing stiffly, slowly began to move. His limbs moved slowly and awkwardly to the bedside, and he silently climbed onto the bed.

"Take off your clothes."

She spoke again, her words simple yet carrying the stubbornness that had been etched into their very bones over the past three years.

Shen Shuchou raised his hand as instructed, his fingertips slightly cool, and slowly removed his robes, his movements mechanical and wooden. Then he leaned down and slowly approached Lu Wanheng's side, his cool fingertips gently covering her burning body.

The coldness of his fingertips clashed with the intense heat burning within her.

The surging, violent anger of sin subsided slightly upon this cool touch.

But the crimson color spreading in his eyes grew increasingly intense, almost completely engulfing and devouring the numb and empty figure before him.

With their clothes removed, the evening breeze carried the coolness of the night into the room. Yet, this scene of close proximity and intertwined warmth and coldness, falling into Shen Shuchou's lifeless eyes, could not stir even the slightest ripple. There was no joy, no sorrow, no desire, no thought.

"Hold me."

Lu Wanheng gently closed his eyes.