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

"It seems... Heaven hasn't forsaken me."

Lu Wanheng let out a low, hoarse laugh. He loosened his grip on Zhan Qianyuan's throat slightly, but a faint black aura emanated from his fingertips as he silently pierced Zhan Qianyuan's neck.

Zhan Qianyuan felt a chilling power surge into her body along her neck, instantly disrupting her spiritual energy.

What horrified her even more was that her life force was being rapidly drained away and flowing into Lu Wanheng's body through that cold hand!

"What...what are you doing?!"

Zhan Qianyuan screamed in terror, but couldn't utter a complete sound.

Lu Wanheng closed his eyes, feeling the power surging within him again. When he opened his blood-red eyes, they held a chilling clarity: "I'll send you on your way, and by the way, borrow your blood to replenish my body."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly increased the intensity of her absorption, and Zhan Qianyuan's body withered away at a visible speed.

Meanwhile, Lu Wanheng's aura was rapidly rising, and his shattered body began to heal at an astonishing speed!

The three elders turned pale with shock upon witnessing this.

Such bizarre and domineering forbidden methods could only be controlled by the extinct Burial God Palace lineage!

"court death!"

Elder Burning Heaven, his eyes blazing with fury, was utterly enraged and no longer held back. His terrifyingly powerful Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivation surged forth, its oppressive force causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

The illusory image of a giant palm in the sky descended from the sky, suppressing Lu Wanheng with unparalleled power capable of overturning mountains and rivers!

Rumble—!

A deafening roar erupted, and the earth for miles beneath their feet collapsed, shattering rock layers and creating a bottomless abyss, with dust billowing into the sky.

A solitary figure stands alone by the abyss.

Lu Wanheng's blood-stained black clothes fluttered wildly, his aura of ferocity surged, his eyes were ashen, and his chilling killing intent froze the air around him.

She lowered her eyes, a cold, sickly smile curving her lips.

A flash of light appeared in his palm, and the broken, shattered Shufeng sword was revealed.

This sword was a keepsake from my disciple Shen Shuchou. It accompanied her in a month-long bloody battle, withstanding countless deadly attacks.

At this moment, the sword was already riddled with cracks and broken into pieces, its blade incomplete, much like the last remaining bond between her and her disciple, on the verge of shattering and breaking.

Every time she held it in her palm, it felt like she was locked in a life-or-death struggle with Shen Shuchou. That thrilling fusion of souls always brought her unparalleled pleasure.

But now that the sword is broken, it's like having her breath forcibly cut off in a surging wave, leaving her with an unbearable sense of emptiness.

Lu Wanheng would never allow this to get out of control.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the three elders, Lu Wanheng raised his hand and, without hesitation, slashed through the bone of his left wrist with the sharp edge of his broken sword!

laugh!

The flesh was torn apart instantly, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the white bones were exposed.

Her brows didn't furrow at all, and her eyes were lifeless and cold.

He plunged his five fingers directly into the churning flesh and wound, his fingertips gripping the hard joints of his wrist. Without using any magic, relying solely on his physical strength, he yanked hard!

Click!

A sharp, cracking sound of bone breaking suddenly rang out.

She ripped a section of pale, blood-stained wrist bone right out of the veins and flesh!

Blood and flesh were everywhere, and bones and tendons were torn apart.

"Hehehe..."

A low, manic laugh slowly escaped from her throat, sharp and chilling.

Lu Wanheng suddenly exerted force in his palm, clenching his fist tightly!

Snapped!

The hard white bones instantly shattered and pulverized, the bone fragments and blood mist intertwined and merged, transforming into a scalding, thick, and extremely violent blood-colored primordial power.

She raised her hand and poured it all into the broken, shattered sword, Shufeng.

Om-!

A towering crimson sword light exploded forth!

The broken sword blade rapidly mended, reshaped, and solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, the cracks disappearing inch by inch, and the incompleteness completely restored.

In a fleeting moment, a complete, chilling, and murderous longsword reappeared, its pressure reaching straight to the heavens!

He drew bones with his bare hands and reforged the Blood Sword with his own bones and muscles!

This desperate sacrifice and self-destruction left the three tribulation elders stunned, their minds reeling, and their eyes filled with utter horror.

Lu Wanheng gripped the newly reforged Shufeng longsword tightly with his five fingers, the blade drooping, and drops of blood dripped down the spine of the sword.

She raised her eyes, her blood-red gaze locking onto the three people in front of her. Her voice was cold and hoarse, carrying a resolute killing intent that was determined to fight to the death.

"Today, you will all be buried with me."

Cang, hidden in the shadows, witnessed the entire scene. She gently shook her head, then chuckled softly, "I sense something in you that my lord has never experienced before."

……

Inside the Tian Sheng Sect, in that quiet courtyard, Shen Shuchou lay quietly on the bed, his face pale and lifeless.

Si Anhe sat by the bed. She hadn't stepped out of the courtyard for some time, spending her days either cultivating diligently or staying by his side.

She habitually placed Shen Shuchou's head gently on her lap, her movements as tender as if she were cherishing a rare treasure.

Looking down at his sleeping face, Si Anhe's beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions. She murmured softly, "Little brother, I really miss you so much. Please, just say something to me?"

She whispered these words day after day, year after year, repeating them countless times, but never received the slightest response.

During the long, unanswered nights, she would repeatedly recount the tender moments of the past.

She would recall their first encounter, when young Shen Shuchou was just a few years old, covered in dust, disheveled and frail, standing alone in the chaotic world.

She would recall the first time she bathed him; the little child, though innocent and naive, would shyly cover his body, his eyes red and innocent.

She would recall countless cold nights when she held him in her arms as he slept peacefully, his warm, soft little body nestled against her!

That moment was the most peaceful and fulfilling of her life, as if her younger brother had never left her for even a moment.

Whenever she recalls these tender moments, Si Anhe feels an endless longing in her heart, wishing that time could turn back and stay forever in the pure and loving days of her youth.

Initially, she did indeed only regard him as her beloved younger brother who needed to be cared for and cherished.

But the daily companionship and the year-after-year bond had long since completely changed the original sibling relationship.

She began to feel resentful, resentful of this bond separated by a formal title, resentful that he would ultimately not belong to her.

She was deeply greedy and obsessive, wanting to completely imprison Shen Shuchou, turning him into her sole private obsession, to be enjoyed by him alone for the rest of her life, with no one else to share him.

She reached out, her fingertips gently tracing Shen Shuchou's brows and eyes, her gesture carrying a hint of obsessive tenderness: "When you wake up, let's stay like this forever, okay? We'll never be apart again."

After speaking, Si Anhe slowly lowered her head, her warm and soft red lips, filled with endless pity and long-suppressed desire, gently pressed against the cold lips in her arms.

This touch was like a spring breeze brushing across still water, initially creating only gentle ripples that spread out in circles.

However, the once clear stream was instantly stirred up, with the wind howling and the water surging, the splashing sound like the raging desires that had been forcibly suppressed in one's heart.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Si Anhe slowly raised her eyes. Her originally cold phoenix eyes were now misty with tears, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a breathtaking crimson, exuding a seductive charm.

The spring breeze meeting water is wonderful, but how can the desire ignited at this moment be easily extinguished by a kiss?

She stared intently at Shen Shuchou's completely helpless and submissive demeanor.

Looking at his pale, bloodless face with his eyes closed, an indescribable heat and impulse suddenly exploded in the deepest part of my heart.

The lust was like a raging torrent, wave after wave, with a madness that devoured reason, crashing down in layers, irreversible and determined to completely destroy the dam of reason.

"what……"

A sweet, soft moan finally broke through the last line of reason, flowing like silk from her slightly parted red lips, carrying a captivating tremor.

Si Anhe's arms tightened suddenly, her fingers almost greedily weaving through his soft hair, pressing his pale face firmly against her warm, undulating chest.

She slightly raised her slender swan neck, the shimmering crimson at the corner of her eyes seemed to drip with water, and even her breath became hot and sticky.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing lightly against his earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice carrying a self-deceiving stubbornness and an almost manic allure: "Even if he's my brother... it doesn't matter, right?"