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

The night wind howled outside the window, and the cool breeze seeped in quietly through the cracks in the window, but it could not dispel the extremely humid heat that filled the room.

Feeling the vines growing wildly within her body, almost crushing her reason.

Si Anhe was completely immersed in this vast ocean of extreme pain and extreme pleasure.

Her once dignified and alluring figure now resembled a willow branch battered by a raging wind outside the window.

Swaying uncontrollably to the rhythm, it displays a graceful posture.

The creaking of the wooden bed, unable to bear the weight, intertwined with her suppressed, sweet, deep breaths.

"what……"

Another sweet, almost tearful moan escaped from her slightly parted red lips.

She lay limply on the bed like a pool of spring water, a few strands of hair damp with sweat clinging to her fair cheeks.

She was breathing slightly heavily, her once cool phoenix eyes now shimmering with tears, as if veiled by an unyielding passion. She lowered her head, her burning lips pressed against Shen Shuchou's sweaty earlobe, and murmured in a hoarse voice:

"Little brother... I've finally, completely won you over."

Before she finished speaking, she leaned down again, her warm lips and tongue tracing down his jawline and lingering on his delicate neck.

She stretched out her fingertips, tracing his outline with longing, feeling the faint yet real pulse beneath his skin.

"You are mine..."

She pressed against his skin, whispering softly, her warm breath seeming to melt him, "You'll always belong to your sister."

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In the blink of an eye, another three months have passed.

During these three months, the Heavenly Saint Sect remained calm and undisturbed, as if the storms of the outside world had been kept out of reach of the sect.

But the world had already changed dramatically, and Lu Wanheng's name resounded like thunder in every corner.

With overwhelming force, she successively killed several renowned experts. The most earth-shattering battle was when she risked her life to kill a powerful old monster in the Mahayana realm.

Countless sects wanted to pry information about the Burial God Palace out of Lu Wanheng's mouth—after all, the bloodshed and turmoil caused by the Burial God Palace hundreds of years ago still haunts many people's nightmares.

However, no one expected that after the evil aura of the Qingxuan Holy Land dissipated, the Burial God Palace seemed to have completely disappeared without a trace.

At that time, the only two people who appeared before the cultivators of various sects were Feng Wujiang and Lu Wanheng.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Feng Wujiang had already perished at the hands of Lu Wanheng, and the Burial God Palace was hidden in a place unknown to anyone. The only breakthrough point for all sects was Lu Wanheng.

No one expected Lu Wanheng to be so powerful. Facing wave after wave of joint encirclement and suppression, he fought his way out of the encirclement each time, leaving a trail of blood on the road.

Deep within the Tian Sheng Sect, whenever Si Anhe heard rumors about Lu Wanheng from the outside world, she remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was always awestruck by his astonishing achievements.

Sometimes she would look at Shen Shuchou sleeping on the bed and wonder if Lu Wanheng would really come back one day. With her current strength, could she protect him?

During these three months, she cultivated almost desperately, even resorting to some sect-forbidden secret techniques, but her cultivation level remained stuck at the peak of the Void Realm, unable to make any further progress.

With such strength, he probably wouldn't even last a single round against Lu Wanheng now.

Thinking of this, Si Anhe's eyes darkened. She had never longed for someone to disappear completely.

Si Anhe gently shook her head, temporarily putting those chaotic thoughts behind her, and turned to leave Wunian Palace, heading towards her own courtyard.

However, the moment she stepped into the courtyard, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.

Shen Shuchou, who should have been lying quietly on the bed, was now standing in the courtyard, quietly watching her.

"Little brother? You're awake?"

Si Anhe was deeply shaken, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Overwhelmed by the immense surprise, she didn't even have time to think about why he had suddenly appeared there; all she wanted to do was rush over and throw herself into that familiar embrace.

But as soon as she took a step, a figure appeared beside her like a ghost, and a hand with irresistible force pressed down on her shoulder.

Upon recognizing the person, Si Anhe frowned and said, "Sect Leader Yang?"

The newcomer was none other than Yang Li, the sect master of the Heavenly Saint Sect. His gaze was fixed on "Shen Shuchou" in the courtyard, his face full of cold vigilance: "Your Excellency has quite the skill, actually managing to penetrate the Heavenly Saint Sect's protective array and sneak into this place. If I hadn't happened to be patrolling the sect, I'm afraid no one would have noticed your presence until now."

"What is Sect Leader Yang saying?"

Si Anhe frowned, her tone filled with confusion and urgency, "This is my younger brother! He's awake!"

"He's not your brother."

Yang Li's voice was icy cold as he spoke, each word distinct and clear: "Your brother is already soulless and spiritless, merely an empty shell. His soul could never have returned on its own. Although this person looks exactly like your brother, in my opinion, he is the culprit who stole your brother's soul back then!"

These words struck Si Anhe like a thunderclap.

She suddenly opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked at "Shen Shuchou" opposite her in disbelief.

She was so overwhelmed by the surprise that she didn't notice anything amiss.

Now that Yang Li had pointed it out, and upon closer inspection, the man's eyes, though similar to Shen Shuchou's, held a distance and depth she had never seen before, and his aura also carried a sense of oppression that was unfamiliar to her.

A chill instantly shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Si Anhe felt icy cold all over, and even breathing became difficult.

"Who...who are you?"

Her voice trembled, and her gaze was fixed on the person in the courtyard, filled with both anticipation and fear.

The man in the courtyard looked at her, and a very faint smile slowly curved his lips.

That smile concealed complex and difficult-to-decipher emotions, but it was definitely not the gentleness that belonged to Shen Shuchou that she was familiar with.

"who I am?"

He spoke, his voice identical to Shen Shuchou's, yet husky with the weariness of years, "Perhaps... you can call me, Sin."

"Give me back my brother!"

Si Anhe's pretty face instantly contorted with rage, her eyes blazing with boundless hatred. If Yang Li hadn't been holding her shoulders down so firmly, she would have already charged forward without a second thought.

"Oh? You mean him?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Zui's mouth.

The next second, a familiar body appeared out of thin air in his hand.

It was the body of Shen Shuchou, who had been lying on the bed, soulless and without spirit.

Staring at the body, Si Anhe's eyes turned bloodshot, almost spitting fire: "Let go of my brother!"

"What do you want to do?"

Yang Li stepped forward, blocking Si Anhe's path, his aura surging, his voice cold and sharp.

"I came here only to retrieve this body."

Zui weighed the body in his hands, his gaze sweeping over Yang Li, before suddenly changing the subject, "How about we make a deal now?"