The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Forgive me, Mo Chang. Soon, everyone will be at ease."

Yes, everyone will feel at ease.

She looked up, piercing through the darkness and chaos, at the devastating runes of the rules.

That was probably made by Yang Pingsheng and Bai Ze a long, long time ago.

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If I win, please let the world forget me.

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She probably can't imagine what Yang Pingsheng was thinking when he and Bai Ze made this rule.

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The place of rules fell silent.

Jiang Mochang curled up, huddled together.

At that moment, she felt as if she had returned to the dungeon of her childhood.

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The noise grew louder and louder, and the price of completely seeing through the rules and runes was coming.

She was experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations, and she couldn't quite distinguish between reality and illusion.

She thought she saw the person standing in the darkness, releasing his grip on her hand.

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"My whole life?" she murmured dreamily.

"Get some sleep, Mo Chang. Everything will be alright when you wake up," the person replied softly, as gentle as ever.

Chapter 724 Dilemma

Inside the main hall, a ghostly blue flame flickered in a bronze cauldron.

Shi Guijia wore a long black robe with dark gold runes embroidered on the cuffs, appearing and disappearing in the dimly lit hall. Her slender fingers formed hand seals, and wisps of spiritual energy swirled around her fingertips. These spiritual energies moved like living things, outlining intricate array patterns in the air.

"Not enough..." she murmured softly, a resolute glint in her eyes.

With a wave of her hand, the candlelight in the hall instantly went out, leaving only the flickering blue flame in the cauldron. Shi Guijia took out a crystal-clear jade slip from her bosom. The jade slip was covered with densely packed runes, each of which emitted a faint light.

“Let’s begin,” she said softly, placing the jade slip into the furnace.

The flames in the cauldron suddenly surged, turning from a deep blue to a dark purple. Shi Guijia formed hand seals, and runes flew from her fingertips, weaving into a net in the air. Those runes emitted an eerie light, illuminating the entire hall as if it were a ghostly realm.

"Buzz—"

The furnace emitted a deep hum, and the jade slip slowly melted in the flames, turning into a pool of crystalline liquid. A hint of joy flashed in Shi Guijia's eyes, and she quickly took out rare materials from her sleeve and put them into the furnace one by one.

"Millennial cold iron, ten-thousand-year-old black ice, nine-heaven star sand..." she murmured, and with each material she added, the light in the furnace shone even brighter.

The temperature inside the hall rose sharply, and the air distorted. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Shi Guijia's forehead, but the hand seals in her hands remained perfectly in place. Her gaze was fixed on the furnace, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

"boom!"

The furnace trembled violently, and purple flames shot skyward. Shi Guijia bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood essence onto the furnace. The blood essence mingled with the flames, transforming into streaks of crimson runes that merged into the furnace.

"Freeze!"

Shi Guijia gave a soft shout and quickly formed a hand seal.

The golden flames rose up one last time, enveloping the furnace.

"The final step."

The destroyed core of Network One and the remaining Destiny Artifacts were also thrown in.

With the addition of Yang Luoyi's soul fragments, the entire furnace immediately began to shake violently.

Shi Guijia's energy was being rapidly depleted. She had to control the golden flames and also use her spiritual energy to control the furnace. She was multitasking, and in no time, she became exhausted.

The liquid in the cauldron began to slowly condense, gradually forming a petite figure. It was a little girl of about seven or eight years old, with delicate features and a resemblance of seven parts to Shi Guijia in her eyes and brows.

"Is this all we can do?" Shi Guijia sighed helplessly.

With a final sigh, she compressed the flames, completing the final finishing touches.

bump!

The furnace suddenly exploded.

The icy blue vortex swirled out, merging with the gold and transforming into threads.

The girl opened her eyes and, amidst the surrounding fragments, stared blankly at the woman before her.

"......Mother?"

"Luo Yi! That's great, you're awake!!"

Yang Luoyi has been resurrected once again!

Shi Guijia once again felt that she had done the right thing. Although splitting her daughter's soul was cruel, as long as she was still alive, her daughter had the possibility of being resurrected.

Being resurrected from the dead defies the will of Heaven, but Shi Guijia doesn't care. She has absolutely no respect for Heaven, as can be seen from her transformation of herself and the war on the grasslands.

"Mother... what are you doing here? I..."

Before she could speak, she fell into Shi Guijia's arms.

Shi Guijia could no longer hold back her tears, which welled up in her eyes. She trembled as she tightly hugged Yang Luoyi.

"My daughter, you're finally back..."

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The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the carved window lattices into the hall, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone floor. Yang Luo, reborn into the world, was starving; his internal organs seemed to be protesting.

Shi Guijia had already prepared a table of delicacies, with various foods served in exquisite celadon bowls and plates, their aroma filling the air.

“Come, sit down,” Shi Guijia said softly, leading her daughter to the dining table. Her hand was warm and soft, and Yang Luoyi couldn’t help but hold it tightly, as if that would confirm that everything in front of her was real.

Yang Luoyi sat down impatiently, her eyes darting among the delicious dishes on the table. The sweet and sour pork ribs were a vibrant red, the steamed sea bass was tender and juicy, the jade tofu was crystal clear, and there was also her favorite osmanthus cake, which emitted a faint sweet fragrance.

"Eat slowly," Shi Guijia gently reminded her, but she still couldn't help but put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs on her daughter's plate.

Yang Luo didn't care about anything else and started wolfing down her food. The sweet and sour pork ribs were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a perfect balance of sweet and sour; the steamed sea bass was delicate and melted in her mouth; the jade tofu was smooth and refreshing, with a subtle bean aroma. She ate with her mouth full of oil, and Shi Guijia couldn't help but laugh as she watched, occasionally wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.

Before long, the dishes on the table were all gone. Yang Luo let out a long sigh of relief, let out a satisfied burp, slumped back in his chair, and patted his round belly.

"Are you full?" Shi Guijia asked softly, her eyes full of affection.

Yang Luo nodded slightly, finally able to look around. The room was elegantly furnished, with several landscape paintings hanging on the walls and a blue-and-white porcelain vase on the table, containing a few plum blossom buds. A faint sandalwood scent lingered in the air, bringing a sense of peace.

She learned about the current situation from her mother.

"So Mother chose to ally with Su Murong?" Yang Luo asked, his brows furrowing slightly.

Shi Guijia nodded slightly, picked up her teacup, and took a sip: "Of all the villains, I am in the most unfavorable position. Only Su Murong is willing to join forces with me."

She set down her teacup and gazed out the window. The afterglow of the setting sun painted half the sky red, and a few birds flew across the horizon on their way back to their nests. The hall was quiet for a moment, save for the lingering aroma of tea.

It turns out that Shi Guijia's protection of Su Murong was also for her own reasons. She had attacked other villains, making her, in a sense, their enemy. What's more troublesome is that Yang Pingsheng clearly favors other female villains, while treating her...

Yang Luo asked, puzzled, "Mother, in your past life, weren't you and Father...? Logically speaking, besides Jiang Mochang, Father should have been even more devoted to you..."

Shi Guijia looked deeply at her daughter, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. She rose and walked to the window, gazing at the last rays of the setting sun, and said softly, "Your father may not have regained his memories of his past life."

"What!?" Yang Luo sat up straight in astonishment, a few drops of tea splashed out of the teacup, spreading a small water stain on the table.

Shi Guijia turned around, the dim light streaming through the window lattice casting a faint crimson hue upon her. She explained, "If he truly regained his memories, he would surely know about Jiuwu and Zhizi. But your father's current behavior clearly..."

If what she said is true, then the one who cooperated should not be Su Murong, but Shi Guijia. This is the deepest secret between her and Yang Pingsheng, and now Yang Pingsheng shows no sign of discussing this matter with her, which shows that he has indeed not regained his memory.

A hush fell over the hall, broken only by the flickering candlelight. Yang Luo pondered for a moment, then said, "The other female villains might not know this." She paused, "No, Wen Shihan might know."

Even Yang Luoyi knew that Wen Shihan was like a loyal dog, following Yang Pingsheng wherever he went. With Wen Shihan by his side the whole time since Yang Pingsheng returned to this world, it was impossible for Yang Pingsheng to hide anything from her; being honest was the best course of action.

“But if what Mother says is true, and Song Panning has already allied with Wen Shihan today,” Yang Luo frowned, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the table, “does Song Panning also know about this?”

Before Shi Guijia could speak, Yang Luoyi shook her head in denial: "No, Song Panning doesn't know."

Yang Luoyi knows these female villains all too well. If Song Panning knew about this, she wouldn't have cooperated with Wen Shihan in devising this plan. Besides, Wen Shihan's actions were only to stop Yang Pingsheng; essentially, she didn't want to break with Yang Pingsheng, so she would definitely keep this secret.

“But Mother, isn’t your choice to ally with Su Murong a bit…” Yang Luoyi said with slight worry, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers. “That guy is no pushover.”

That's really troublesome.

Yang Luo recalled her confrontation with Su Murong in the Fourth World. That guy nearly defeated her with just his breath, and even while giving her the antidote, he didn't forget to inject some strange energy into her body. A truly dangerous individual.

“If Su Murong is indeed the collaborator chosen by your father, then it’s only right that I ally with her,” Shi Guijia said, walking back to the table and sitting down. “She also happens to need someone to cover for her, so there’s nothing wrong with me doing that.”

She gazed at her daughter, the candlelight flickering in her eyes: "But you'll need to take good care of your father."

Yang Luo felt a pang of regret as he assessed his condition: "It's a pity that my previous core was damaged too severely. Even with my mother's intervention, she can only keep me at this age."

The combat power of the juvenile form and the mature form is vastly different, even after merging with the Fate Bureau.

But Shi Guijia said, "I think you're doing quite well this way."

Yang Luo was taken aback, tilting her head to look at her mother: "What do you mean by that?"

"Your father, well... how should I put it," Shi Guijia smiled lightly, "haven't you noticed his peculiar favoritism towards Luo Benmo?"

"Isn't that because Father feels he owes Luo Benmo the most?"

"That's part of the reason, but there's another part," a sly glint in Shi Guijia's eyes, "probably her appearance."

"Appearance?" Yang Luoyi was even more confused.

“Your father’s aesthetic sense may be somewhat unique,” ​​Shi Guijia said meaningfully.

"Huh?" Yang Luo's eyes widened, and she didn't know how to react for a moment.

Outside the palace, night deepened, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of flowers. The mother and daughter continued their conversation, the candlelight casting long shadows of them.

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As night fell, the crescent moon cast its cool light upon Luo Benmo's mansion.

Yang Pingsheng returned under the moonlight, his steps light and slow, carrying Qi Feng in his arms.