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

In the small courtyard, Si Anhe was listening to the words in her ear. Before she could respond, a chilling aura poured down from the sky, instantly sealing off the entire courtyard.

A chill ran through her, and she abruptly turned her head.

Beneath the courtyard gate stood a figure dressed in coarse linen clothes.

However, as he stood still, the surging pressure around Lu Wanheng was like a rising tide, layer upon layer, sweeping down on Si Anhe.

After being separated for several years, the two women met again.

Lu Wanheng didn't exchange a single pleasantry; his voice was as cold as frost: "Stay away from him."

Si Anhe stared at her icy face, then felt a strange movement in her hand as it was being held. The warmth in her eyes vanished, and she retorted sharply, "What did you do to my brother?"

Lu Wanheng ignored her, her icy gaze fixed on their clasped hands. After a moment, a smile curved her lips, but it was chillingly cold.

She looked up at Shen Shuchou, her words filled with anger and obsession: "I clearly told you to stay home and wait for me, but now you're acting like this, are you planning to go with her?"

"What exactly have you done to my brother all these years?"

Si Anhe darted forward, blocking Lu Wanheng's gaze from falling on Shen Shuchou, her words cold and sharp as she questioned him once more.

Lu Wanheng's cold gaze, which had been fixed on someone, slowly shifted and landed on Si Anhe's face. His lips parted slightly, his tone utterly devoid of warmth: "This matter has nothing to do with you. Out of consideration for your master's past relationship, I don't wish to make things difficult for you. Leave on your own."

"He's my brother, how can he be none of my business?"

Si Anhe's expression was icy cold, and she refused to yield an inch.

"Lu Wanheng, you are no longer the Qingxuan Saintess who once sat atop the Cloud Platform. He has fallen to this state of utter disorientation; what have you done to deserve this?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Lu Wanheng gave a cold smile and stared at her with a deep gaze.

Then, she slowly recounted everything that had happened in the Qingxuan Holy Land, including Xie Wuhuan's intervention to stop Feng Wujiang, telling every single detail.

After she finished speaking, she urged again in a deep voice, "I'll say it again: for your master's sake, I have no intention of hurting you. Leave this place immediately."

"My master has already perished."

After hearing what she had just said, Si Anhe murmured softly, her voice filled with a deep sorrow.

Upon hearing this devastating news, Lu Wanheng's expression remained unchanged, his brows and eyes still covered with a layer of ice that had never melted, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"I should hate you to the core for this, but my master's death was also for my own sake."

Si Anhe raised her eyes, the last trace of warmth in them completely dissipated, leaving only a resolute and cold expression.

"I have already lost my master and have no one else to rely on in this world, so I cannot lose my younger brother as well."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanheng's last bit of patience vanished completely, and his tone became terrifyingly deep.

"So, you're determined to oppose me?"

Si Anhe chuckled softly, her smile chilling and frosty, concealing a heart full of resentment and regret.

"Back then, I tried my best to stop him from going to Zhongzhou and stepping into the Qingxuan Holy Land, but in the end, you still managed to turn him into this."

Her words were firm and resounding, full of reproach: "Lu Wanheng, you are not worthy to be his master at all."

He finished speaking!

The sky trembled violently as a fierce and domineering aura of lifeless power descended from the heavens, its sharp edge piercing the air and locking onto Lu Wanheng's vital points!

In that instant, Si Anhe swept her long arm around Shen Shuchou's body and steadily carried him. With a light touch of her toes on the courtyard's blue bricks, the two figures instantly vanished into the void and disappeared completely from the courtyard.

"act recklessly!"

When his beloved was forcibly taken away, Lu Wanheng's face twisted instantly, his eyes surging with a violent and chilling aura, and his killing intent suddenly rose.

Just as she was about to leap out and give chase, the might of the Lifeless Spear descending from the heavens crashed down upon her!

At the critical moment, Lu Wanheng suddenly raised his palm, and his fierce true energy burst forth, sweeping across the field with a cold light, forcefully meeting the incoming spear!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth!

The two supreme forces collided violently, and a violent shockwave of spiritual energy swept in all directions in an instant.

The surrounding vegetation and stone steps crumbled and scattered, and the entire courtyard was instantly reduced to scorched ruins.

The incomparably powerful spear thrust, carrying overwhelming force, pressed down relentlessly. Even Lu Wanheng was forced to retreat several steps by this violent force.

But in the blink of an eye, Lu Wanheng lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure flashed out, and he followed closely behind.

Over the years, she has nourished Shen Shuchou with her own essence every day, and her cultivation has already been secretly reduced by more than half. However, she still has absolute confidence when facing Si Anhe, who is still at the Nascent Soul stage.

Above the sky, two streaks of light chased and fled, tearing through the sky.

The surging malevolence around Lu Wanheng intensified, and the chilling pressure continued to approach, causing Si Anhe's expression to darken little by little.

She looked down at Shen Shuchou, whose breath was faint in her arms, and said firmly, "Little brother, this time, you can only stay by my side. Your sister will never let you go again."

Before he finished speaking, a heavy shadow fell over him like a dark cloud.

The moment Si Anhe raised her eyes, a dazzling sword light descended from the sky, as powerful as a thunderbolt.

In her haste, she raised the Lifeless Spear, its blade radiating a burst of spiritual light, and forcefully blocked the fatal sword strike.

A deafening roar erupted, and the violent aftershocks swept in all directions. Even with the spear blocking the way, the immense pressure still slammed heavily into Si Anhe.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the two landed on a flat, open field.

Si Anhe gripped the gleaming Wusheng Spear tightly, her eyes filled with coldness as she watched Lu Wanheng approach step by step.

"You're saying I'm not worthy to be his master?"

Her voice grew harsher, "He was just a skeleton in three years. During those three years, I devoted all my energy to taking care of him day and night. Whether I deserve it or not is none of your business."

"If you hadn't suddenly appeared, he and I could have stayed together like this, year after year, year after year."

On Lu Wanheng's beautiful face, the morbid obsession and madness became increasingly intense, and her expression was so distorted that it was chilling.

At this moment, she had nothing else on her mind, having cast aside past grievances and forgotten all the past events of the Qingxuan Holy Land.

All that remains in my mind are the memories of those three years we spent together, the deep-seated obsession, and the insane desire to possess.

Hearing these delusional and absurd words, Si Anhe's eyes grew even colder, and she spoke each word directly to the heart of the matter: "If it weren't for you, how could my brother have ended up in this situation? Lu Wanheng, from the very beginning, you were not worthy of being a teacher."

As soon as those few words were spoken, Lu Wanheng trembled violently, and the madness surging on his face suddenly froze.

Yes.

If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have turned out this way.

It was my fault that he was ruined.

I was never worthy to be his master.

I ruined him.

I'm the one who sullied him.

I am not worthy... I am not worthy to be his master at all.

A near-whispered self-reproach grew wildly in her heart, like dense, poisonous vines that shattered her soul.

Lu Wanheng's mind replayed Shen Shuchou's weak and pale appearance again and again. Every scene was torturing her remaining rationality. Intense self-loathing and regret gripped her internal organs tightly.

But the next second, an even more sinister, insane, and blood-soaked voice suddenly exploded, brutally crushing all guilt!

nonsense!

It's mine! It's mine from beginning to end!

So what if I ruin him?!

He was crippled, sick, useless, and dead. His bones are mine, his flesh and blood are mine, and even his soul should be mine!

Lifetimes upon lifetimes, you can only belong to me!

Kill her!

Anyone who dares to steal from me deserves to die!

Two voices tore apart, raged, and ravaged her mind, ripping her consciousness to pieces.

Lu Wanheng suddenly dug his ten fingers into his scalp, his nails almost embedding into his flesh, his thin body convulsing and trembling violently.

She hunched over, curled up in the raging wind, like a completely insane madwoman abandoned by the whole world.

A broken and eerie sob escaped from his throat, indistinguishable between crying and laughing, both mournful and violently menacing.

"It's my fault... I'm not worthy..."

She murmured incoherently, her voice soft and broken, filled with extreme humility and self-reproach, tears mingling with crimson blood rolling down her cheeks.

But the next moment, the babbling suddenly changed tone, becoming sharp and frantic.

"No! It's your fault! You're the one who meddlesome! You're the one who tried to take him away!!"

She became completely deranged, her self and her obsession were completely severed. She was both repenting and self-harming, and at the same time, she was bloodthirsty and resentful. She was completely plunged into the purgatory of her inner demons.

Si Anhe held the person in her arms and looked at her completely out of control and crazy appearance. Her heart sank slightly. She turned around and was about to leave with Shen Shuchou.

This one turn completely ignited Lu Wanheng's near-explosive madness.

"Shut up--!!!"

A shrill, distorted roar ripped through the sky, its tone completely torn apart, sharp and piercing, carrying with it a bone-chilling madness and resentment.

Lu Wanheng suddenly looked up, his eyes completely bloodshot, the whites of his eyes filled with hideous blood vessels, showing no trace of humanity.

Two streams of scalding hot tears rolled down, shattering his clothes and the last vestiges of his sanity.

She looked at Shen Shuchou, who was sleeping peacefully in Si Anhe's arms, and at that serene and gentle appearance that did not belong to her. The corners of her lips slowly and strangely turned up.

P.S.: Good morning!