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

"Lu Wanheng, I knew you wouldn't die so easily."

Feng Wujiang's gaze was fixed on Lu Wanheng in front of him, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Now that you have returned, come with me to see my lord."

He stepped aside to make way.

Lu Wanheng did not respond, but slowly raised the reforged Shufeng in his hand.

The sword gleamed with a dark light, exuding a more chilling killing intent than before, and pointed towards Feng Wujiang.

Three months ago, Lu Wanheng actually had a chance to avoid that bullet that pierced his heart.

But the last vestige of reason overcame her surging anger, and she didn't move. Perhaps deep down she agreed with Si Anhe's words that she was indeed unworthy to be a master.

Or perhaps, in that moment, she vaguely transformed back into that lonely little girl guarding the Holy Maiden's Temple, timidly trying to escape everything before her with death.

But things didn't go as she wished.

After the physical body perishes, the soul does not dissipate.

She clearly watched her own flesh and blood transform, her blood drain away, and then she was reborn.

A powerful and terrifying force took root and grew along her bloodline, reshaping her foundation.

Over the past three months, she has been consolidating her power while simultaneously eliminating its source.

It was on the day of the great chaos in the Qingxuan Holy Land that she saw that mysterious being who looked exactly like Shen Shuchou.

It was also he who stole Shu Chou's soul.

This bloodline had been secretly injected into her body the year Feng Wujiang brought her back to the Qingxuan Holy Land.

At that time, it was like a sleeping seed, waiting to awaken one day in the future and become the vessel for Ling'er in Feng Wujiang's mouth.

The blood that should have returned to its origin or completely disappeared after her physical body perished, for some unknown reason, merged with her remaining divine soul, transforming into a completely new bloodline that belonged only to her.

Her fingertips brushed against the reforged blade, the cold touch clearing her muddled consciousness somewhat.

Now that she has been given a second chance at life and possesses the power to overturn everything, what she wants is actually quite simple.

First, kill Feng Wujiang, then snatch back Shen Shuchou's soul from that mysterious being.

As for what the future holds, she hasn't thought about it.

At this moment, what sustains her is only this unwavering determination that seeps from her very bones.

"Lu Wanheng, you must not be so stubborn." Seeing her remain silent, Feng Wujiang took a step forward.

Lu Wanheng wanted him to move. Although she could sense the formidable power within her, she also knew that she was no match for the being within the Qingxuan Holy Land at this moment.

"Feng Wujiang, you colluded with the remnants of the Burial God Palace and wreaked havoc on Qingxuan. Your crimes are unforgivable."

She sneered, "Want me to go back? Then come with me."

Before she finished speaking, her figure transformed into a streak of light, vanishing from the spot in an instant and speeding towards the horizon.

Upon seeing this, Feng Wujiang's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately chased after them, his figure following closely behind.

The two of them flew away one after the other, leaving behind cultivators from various sects in a state of uproar.

"What? Remnants of the Burial God Palace? They were the ones who caused the chaos at the Qingxuan Holy Land?"

"I thought Qingxuan was already a dead place, but I didn't expect that the Holy Lord of Qingxuan, Feng Wujiang, is still alive!"

"Was that... Saintess Lu Wanheng of Qingxuan? She's still here!"

"This matter is far too serious! Quickly! Send a message back to the sect immediately, reporting the situation here!"

Above the sky, two figures transformed into a rainbow piercing the sun, instantly breaking free from the constraints of the Qingxuan Realm and soaring into the distance.

In a short while, Lu Wanheng stopped his escape light and stood still. The two of them had already traversed thousands of miles from the heart of Zhongzhou and entered the territory of Xizhou.

The four regions have vastly different landscapes, with the Central Plains being a bustling hub of activity and numerous sects.

The demonic forces in the Eastern Continent are rampant, the Southern Continent is covered in barren deserts, and the Northern Continent is perpetually frozen and bitterly cold.

Only in this western region, the entire land is shrouded in an impenetrable, deathly stillness and malevolent energy.

There were very few sects or powerful forces in this area. For three whole months, Lu Wanheng hid here in seclusion, carefully choosing this place as a death trap for Feng Wujiang.

More importantly, many years ago, she was discovered here by Feng Wujiang, and from then on she left this desolate homeland.

Lu Wanheng turned around, his gaze falling on Feng Wujiang behind him, the newly forged Shufeng in his hand humming.

A chilling killing intent surged forth from the sword, and the deathly aura in the sky seemed to be stirred and trembled by this sharp edge.

Feng Wujiang, you took me away from here back then, and today, on this very land, let us settle all our grievances.

Lu Wanheng's voice was clear and cold, each word resounding.

Feng Wujiang frowned deeply, his face grim: "Lu Wanheng, you know I've always been reluctant to harm you in the slightest, so why are you pushing me so hard? If it weren't for my support and protection, how could you have become the Holy Maiden of Qingxuan?"

Lu Wanheng's expression remained completely calm, his eyes showing no emotion: "I have never cared about the position of Qingxuan Saintess, and I don't covet it at all."

She looked up at Feng Wujiang, her gaze unyieldingly cold: "And you, Feng Wujiang, from beginning to end, have only ever treated me as a vessel to hold other people's souls."

"I often think about it," she paused, her grip on the sword hilt tightening slightly.

"If you hadn't found me here back then, and hadn't brought me back to Qingxuan, there wouldn't be a Saintess Lu Wanheng. Perhaps Shuchou wouldn't have become my disciple, wouldn't have gotten involved in these conflicts, and wouldn't have turned out like this... Feng Wujiang, you are the root cause of all this."

With each word she spoke, the killing intent around her intensified, and the blade of her sword trembled in the deathly wind, emitting a faint hum.

Feng Wujiang listened in silence, his eyes flashing slightly.

He suddenly recalled the scene when he first met Shen Shuchou in Qingxuan. At that time, he knew that this young man would be Lu Wanheng's calamity.

He originally wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible, but was blocked by an inexplicable force. Later, even the sin took a fancy to this body.

The trajectory of all this was largely within his expectations, and although there were some slight deviations, they seemed insignificant at this moment.

After all, everything Shen Shuchou had been taken away by crime, and in his eyes, Lu Wanheng could no longer cause any trouble.

He suppressed his chaotic thoughts and calmly persuaded, "Come back with me. I beg my Lord to reshape a perfect body for you, and from now on, we will serve my Lord side by side."

Lu Wanheng's eyes were cold and unwavering: "Today, here, the only one who will fall is you."

Before she could finish speaking, she had no room to maneuver any longer. She suddenly took a step forward, and the chilling killing intent that had been accumulating on her longsword, Shufeng, burst forth.

Feng Wujiang initially only frowned slightly, but his expression suddenly changed drastically the next moment. The power of this sword strike was terrifying beyond imagination.

A deafening roar shattered the deathly silence!

The sword intent, shrouded in a thick aura of death, slammed heavily onto the spot where Feng Wujiang had just stood, causing the ground to crack open and a deep ravine to spread out.

Feng Wujiang barely dodged, his gaze fixed on Lu Wanheng in shock, exclaiming in disbelief, "Tribulation Realm? How is this possible!"

When they were on the outskirts of the Qingxuan Holy Land, he did not examine her cultivation level in detail. He never expected that in just three months, she had already broken through to the Tribulation Transcending Realm. Such speed was simply astonishing.

Lu Wanheng remained silent. After his first sword strike missed, he suddenly accelerated, unleashing a powerful and chilling pressure that swept over Feng Wujiang.

The sword in his hand hummed incessantly, and the sword light slashed out one after another, the dense clanging sound tearing through the air.

In an instant, a massive sword net was woven around the two of them, with sword energy crisscrossing and blocking all of Feng Wujiang's escape routes.

Each sword aura was imbued with boundless death energy.

Faced with this overwhelming barrage of sword energy, Feng Wujiang dared not slacken in the slightest, and his immense pressure as a Mahayana Realm cultivator instantly erupted.

The black mist surged out like a tide, condensing into a thick barrier beside him.

Even with all his might, the expression on his face gradually changed from initial astonishment to disbelief and horror.

No matter how he tried to resist, he could not break through the overwhelming sword aura.

The next instant, Lu Wanheng's eyes remained unchanged, but his wrist suddenly flipped.

The crisscrossing sword net suddenly contracted and condensed, and thousands of tiny sword energies merged into one, transforming into a gray-white sword rainbow that stretched across the sky and crashed down from the heavens!

Boom!

A deafening explosion tore through the clouds, causing the entire world to tremble violently!

The sword energy, carrying endless death intent, was chilling and deadly, as if it had been cleaved out from the depths of the netherworld, heavily enveloping the extremes of life and death.

Feng Wujiang's pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart.

He never imagined that Lu Wanheng, whom he had watched grow up, would one day drive him to such a state, even instilling a sense of fear in him from the depths of his bones.

Even among those renowned Mahayana cultivators, very few could bring him such a suffocating sense of oppression.

"You think you can kill me so easily?"

Feng Wujiang's beard and hair stood on end as he let out a fierce shout.

At this moment, he held nothing back, unleashing his hidden power. The surging spiritual energy within him surged forth like a raging sea, carrying with it a terrifying aura that shook the surrounding area!

The pitch-black aura surged and rose, blotting out the sky and instantly coalescing into a giant hand that covered thousands of mountains and encompassed the sea of ​​clouds.

The giant hand had ferocious patterns and a terrifying aura. Its five fingers, like mountains, descended with immense power that could suppress the heavens, and crushed down on the descending gray-white sword rainbow!

The heavens are overturned, and the earth is in turmoil!

On one side is the sword of life and death from the netherworld, cutting away all illusions and judging all living beings.

On one side is a master with a thousand years of cultivation, capable of suppressing all things and dominating the world!

Before the two even collided, a terrifying pressure swept across the land for thousands of miles.

The mountains below crumbled layer by layer, and deep ravines stretched out in all directions. Rocks and vegetation were reduced to dust, and the surrounding floating spiritual energy clouds and residual winds were all torn apart and annihilated by the violent force.

boom--!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and a violent shockwave, several times stronger than before, swept across the sky and the earth!

The gray-white sword rainbow held firm against the pitch-black evil hand, its sharp sword energy frantically cutting and tearing, peeling away and dissolving the thick evil energy layer by layer.

The colossal hand that blotted out the sky pressed down fiercely, its immense power continuously suppressing the sword's momentum, attempting to crush this peerless sword rainbow into the heavens!

A fierce storm raged, and waves of energy swept across the heavens, causing countless black and white spiritual energies to collide and annihilate each other.

Feng Wujiang's spiritual energy was rapidly depleted, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He gritted his teeth and urged the killer to finish him off, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

He poured out his Mahayana essence and activated the giant hand that had been formed from the evil energy he had cultivated in Qingxuan over the years, but it was still firmly blocked by Lu Wanheng's sword. It was even visibly retreating and disintegrating!

The clouds churned and broke apart, and the sky was dim and dark.

High in the sky, Lu Wanheng still stood tall and straight, his eyes indifferent and calm, showing no sign of strain.

Holding her sword in one hand, she remained steadfast amidst the turmoil of heaven and earth and the overwhelming murderous aura, her sword intent unwavering throughout the ages, relentlessly suppressing all of Feng Wujiang's attacks and completely sealing off his stubborn resistance!

The next moment, a faint hint of coldness finally flashed across Lu Wanheng's gray eyes.

She lightly tapped the hilt of the sword with her fingertips, channeling the power of her bloodline into her swordplay.

hum!

A clear and resonant sword cry rang out.

The previously stagnant gray-white sword rainbow suddenly surged several times in size, and a deep, deathly ghostly sword light flowed across the sword's body.

There was a crisp cracking sound!

The gigantic hand of malevolent energy, which was as solid as the walls of the heavens, began to crack inch by inch from the lines on its palm, and the dark malevolent energy scattered everywhere like shredded cloth!

Feng Wujiang's eyes snapped open, all color drained from his face, leaving only utter terror.

Before he could withdraw his spiritual power and retreat to dodge, the gray-white sword aura that swept across the sky had already utterly destroyed all of the remaining defenses of the Fiend!

The sword rainbow's momentum remained undiminished, carrying a terrifying power that could crush everything, and it swept across Feng Wujiang's body with a deafening roar!

puff!

A mouthful of scalding hot blood gushed out from Feng Wujiang's mouth.

He was as if he had been punished by the gods of the heavens. His burly body suddenly shrank, his meridians shattered inch by inch, and the protective spiritual power around his body was completely destroyed.

The immense Mahayana cultivation was forcibly shattered and dispersed by the sword energy, and the foundation built up over a thousand years of hard work collapsed in an instant!

Feng Wujiang collapsed at the bottom of the pit, his bones and muscles shattered in many places, his breathing disordered and weak, his skin and flesh covered with fine sword wounds, blood gushing out and soaking into the soil.

He struggled to lift his eyes to look at the white-clad figure in the void above. The arrogance and confidence in his eyes completely collapsed, leaving only endless shock and disbelief.

Lu Wanheng stood silently in the sea of ​​clouds, holding Shufeng sword. The gray-white sword intent around him slowly receded, but still left behind a terrifying pressure of life and death. He coldly looked down at the heavily injured and defeated Feng Wujiang.

The difference in skill is obvious, and the outcome is already decided.

Deep within Feng Wujiang's trembling, almost bursting pupils, a figure in white instantly appeared, breaking through the air.

Lu Wanheng shattered the remaining wind, ignoring the scattered embers of evil energy, and landed within inches of him in the blink of an eye.

On the brink of life and death, a pitch-black figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, standing silently behind Feng Wujiang, its aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, utterly silent and eerie.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, a final glimmer of hope ignited in Feng Wujiang's eyes, who was on the verge of despair. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and his voice, hoarse and broken, was filled with utter desperation and urgency: "Cang! Save me!"

But Cang, dressed entirely in black, never spared him a single glance.

Her dark, narrow eyes were fixed intently on Lu Wanheng, her gaze deep and unfathomable as she scrutinized the aura flowing around her.

After a long silence, Cangcai slowly spoke, his voice indifferent and calm: "My lord's blood has changed."

She nodded slightly and said, "It's become even more terrifying."

"Help me! Help me!"

Seeing that Cang Wu was unmoved, Feng Wujiang panicked completely. Dragging his heavily injured and dying body, he roared urgently, and the remaining majesty of the Holy Lord was completely gone.

Cang then slowly turned her head, giving him a faint, indifferent glance: "I am no match for her."

"Besides, the blood of my lord flows in her veins, and I must not disrespect my lord."

With those words, the last glimmer of hope in Feng Wujiang's heart was completely extinguished.

All struggles and resentment vanished into thin air.

He raised his eyes and stared intently at Lu Wanheng, who was standing close at hand, and suddenly let out a desolate and mournful laugh.

"hehe……"

The laughter was hoarse and sorrowful, filled with regret and resentment.

"I never imagined that I, the dignified Lord of Qingxuan, with a thousand-year-old reputation, would die at your hands today."

He was on his deathbed, his eyes still filled with endless obsession and regret: "It's just a pity... that even in death, I was unable to overcome the demons in my heart."

Lu Wanheng stood with his sword in hand, his expression indifferent and aloof.

She looked down at the desperate ruler, her voice soft yet each word like a knife, piercing his last shred of dignity.

"Right now, you're only fit to be like a dog clinging to life."

As soon as the words were spoken, a flash of sword light appeared!

A flash of cold light swept across the battlefield, the chilling sword intent extinguishing all illusions.

A flash of cold light appeared, and blood splattered.

The head of the once-great Qingxuan Saint Lord, Feng Wujiang, rolled through the air, his body completely separated from his body, thus ending his thousand-year journey to sainthood.

Lu Wanheng raised his hand, gently lifted Feng Wujiang's head, and looked up in the direction where the black-clad figure had stood.

The place was already empty; the Cang that had just stood there had vanished without a trace, completely disappearing into the world.