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As long as they don't die, things will be fine.

Sang Huan didn't say anything, but simply used her spiritual power to sever the idiot's hamstrings, then hung him up and beat him up. Seeing the man lying on the ground, barely alive, she...

He was about to turn around and leave to find Yang Shaoqin, who was still on the street.

Before she could even leave, Feng Yuan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly tried to threaten the other party with her identity, for some reason.

"I am a princess of the Heavenly Realm! You vixen, how dare you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid that the God of Fusang will regain his memories and kill you?!"

At this moment, Feng Yuan was also blinded by anger. As the most favored little princess in the Heavenly Realm, she had always been pampered.

Even when she plotted against the God of Fusang, the Heavenly Emperor punished her by imprisoning her in the Frozen Hell, and the Heavenly Empress sent people to take special care of her.

When had she ever suffered such humiliation? She was already furious about Wu Linyue's death, and now she was being treated like this by Sang Huan.

With both old and new grudges piled up, how could Feng Yuan, whose temper was already arrogant, possibly control herself?

Sang Huan stopped and met Feng Yuan's eyes, which were full of resentment and malice. Suddenly, she curled her lips into a cold smile.

"Do you think I can kill you before your Fusang God regains his memories?"

"You dare!!"

Before Feng Yuan could finish her harsh words, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her body—the pain of her very essence being destroyed and her soul being torn apart.

The once arrogant little princess suddenly turned deathly pale, rolling around on the ground like a madwoman.

Just then, a burst of white light suddenly shone, which was the teleportation barrier that the Heavenly Emperor and Empress had set up inside her body to protect her.

Once Feng Yuan's life is threatened, the mechanism that teleports people to the celestial realm will be immediately triggered.

Knowing she was about to be safe, before disappearing completely, Feng Yuan raised her cold, sinister eyes once more and glared fiercely at the woman before her.

"Witch, I definitely wouldn't!"

In response, Sang Huan slapped her mercilessly.

Sang Huan sneered, "She's been beaten several times and she's still so unruly. This female lead is really fearless."

The system, which had been watching the entire process, twitched at the corner of its eye, but ultimately refrained from saying anything more in defense of the female lead.

[Host, what are your plans next?]

Sang Huan withdrew her gaze, her indifferent eyes lingering on the corpse for a long time before she softly hummed in agreement.

"His soul has already entered the underworld and been reincarnated. This body can simply be buried. What else can be done?"

Aren't you sad?

"What are you sad about?"

We were husband and wife for seven years, after all.

"He's just temporarily away, not really dead. Besides, I've been grieving here for so long. What if he's reincarnated and remarries? Wouldn't I become a laughingstock?"

The system remained silent, trying to explain that the Goddess wasn't that kind of person, otherwise she wouldn't have followed her around the Three Thousand Worlds.

But seeing Sang Huan's silent expression, he ultimately didn't speak.

Well, judging by the timeline, the real ordeal is over. Let the young couple handle it themselves then.

Despite saying she didn't care, Sang Huan didn't leave Shang Fuyan's body there. She carefully put it away and went to find Yang Shaoqin.

When Yang Shaoqin asked where his teacher's wife had gone, he did not hide anything and told her everything.

When Yang Shaoqin heard that his master's wife had also been harmed by that immortal, he was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword. But when he heard the other party say that his master's wife's identity had been reversed and that she was the boss of the immortal realm, he was furious.

Yang Shaoqin was stunned on the spot. His anger instantly turned into astonishment, and his astonishment turned into admiration.

In the end, his gaze toward his master was incredibly complex.

"What if Master and Mistress, well, if they really come back and cause you trouble?"

As expected of his master, even a mere deity is no match for him.

"What can we do? Even if I can't beat you, I still have Shao Qin, right?"

Yang Shaoqin withdrew his earlier admiration, perhaps because he saw the lack of confidence in his eyes.

Sang Huan turned to look at the grave erected for Shang Fuyan, her light voice reaching Yang Shaoqin's ears.

"Shaoqin, your cultivation level is already stable enough. Once you break through to the next level, I will take you to travel around and consolidate your foundation. When the time is right, you can establish your own sect."

"Oh, so fast?"

The topic suddenly jumped, catching Yang Shaoqin somewhat off guard.

"I injured Feng Yuan so badly; given her and those immortals' temperaments, this matter will never end there. Since they can't defeat me, they can only seek revenge on people connected to me, such as—"

Sang Huan turned her head and looked at Yang Shaoqin, whose eyes were widening as he had already guessed the truth.

"Those ordinary people who are powerless to even kill a chicken."

"They're a bunch of lunatics!"

In an instant, Yang Shaoqin thought of his family and friends who had been wiped out, and his clear eyes gradually turned red.

"They're madmen to begin with. Shaoqin, if you can't control madmen, then strive to become strong and kill them all. Only when they have no chance to retaliate can the world be at peace, understand?"

Meeting the woman's crystal-clear eyes, Yang Shaoqin remained silent for a moment, his gaze gradually hardening.

"Yes, disciple will certainly not fail Master's expectations!"

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"Thump"

A blood-red figure descended from the sky, startling the Heavenly Emperor and Empress who were sitting in the hall discussing how to deal with Sang Huan and the Fusang God.

Upon seeing who had fallen, the two men's expressions changed drastically, especially as they sensed the other's rapidly dissipating life force.

The Empress Dowager immediately rushed forward in alarm, grasped Feng Yuan's hand, and channeled spiritual energy into it to stabilize it.

"Yuan'er, Yuan'er, what's wrong? How did you get like this?"

Feng Yuan struggled to raise her head and look at the Empress in front of her, her voice hoarse and full of resentment.

"Mother, it was that witch! She severed all my meridians! She even destroyed my very essence! Mother, you must avenge me!"

A sharp screech filled with resentment and unwillingness; Feng Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the raging anger within her body clashed and intertwined with her very essence.

After saying those words, Feng Yuan suddenly blacked out and fainted!

"Yuan'er!"

When Feng Yuan woke up again, she felt pain all over her body and heard sobbing sounds from time to time.

"Feng Lin, is there really no other way? Yuan'er is our only child! How can we just watch her become a cripple?"

"What could I do? It's her own fault for being so stupid as to provoke that vixen! Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on her?! Now look what happened, she almost got herself killed!"

"It's all that wretched maid's fault! She didn't watch her properly and dragged her onto the Execution Platform to be beheaded and dismembered! My Yuan'er, A-Lin, she's our only daughter! Are you just going to watch her grow old and die as a mortal? Please think of another way! If all else fails, we'll seek out the God of Fusang! I'll kneel down and beg him! I'm willing to exchange my life for his!"

The heart-wrenching cries reached her ears, but Feng Yuan paid no attention; only those two words echoed in her ears.

"Useless person."

Who is the useless person?

Are you talking about her? How could that be!?

Didn't she teleport back? All her injuries should have healed by the time she returned to her parents' side!

How could she possibly become a cripple?!

"Yuan'er, Yuan'er is awake! Keep your voice down, her heart meridian is already damaged."

Seemingly hearing her get up, the Heavenly Emperor and Empress quickly rushed in.

Looking at her daughter's blank expression, the diva, with a sorrowful look and red eyes, almost shed tears again.

"Yuan'er, how are you feeling?"

"Mother, why did you just call me a cripple?"

Feng Yuan's eyes were glazed over, and she completely ignored the Empress's question.

"You...you heard everything?"

A hint of panic flashed in the Empress's eyes. She exchanged a glance with the Heavenly Emperor beside her. The Heavenly Emperor's anger at Feng Yuan for descending to the mortal realm without permission subsided, and he finally nodded to the Empress, signaling her to reveal the truth.

The diva's lips moved, and she finally revealed the whole story.

It turned out that Sang Huan's final attack not only shattered her essence, but also severed all her spiritual meridians and immortal bones, making her a complete cripple who could not cultivate immortality.

If it weren't for the timely transmission of spiritual power from the Empress, Feng Yuan might have lost her life if things had dragged on any longer.

After hearing what the Empress said, Feng Yuan trembled uncontrollably.