The improved female villains regained their memories.

"The scene of father and daughter recognizing each other is the most touching, right, brother?"

Chapter 726 A Shura Field with the Daughter's Involvement

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, plunging the courtyard into deep darkness. Only a few faint rays of light pierced through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating several intersecting figures.

Four forces intertwine here—calmness, persistence, coldness, and gloom. They are like invisible threads, entwining this space and tightly linking the fates of everyone.

Wen Shihan's figure slowly emerged from the shadows. Her steps were light but carried a hint of weariness, as if she had trekked through a long period of darkness.

Her gaze swept across the courtyard before finally settling on Yang Pingsheng. Her voice was low, tinged with a faint sigh: "I've come at the wrong time." She paused, her eyes flickering slightly, "Perhaps I should come later?"

Qi Feng squatted on the wall, his ears slightly perked up, his gaze shifting back and forth between Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan.

It was secretly anxious, never expecting Wen Shihan to turn out this way. Was he trapped by Guiguzi's influence, or was he truly worried about Yang Pingsheng? Qi Feng couldn't be sure, but it knew that if Yang Pingsheng wanted to proceed according to his plan, Wen Shihan would inevitably become an obstacle for him sooner or later.

This path is truly difficult; those you love and those you hate will ultimately become thorns in your way. Perhaps only the legendary heartless can steadfastly walk this path.

"A heartless person..." The thought had just flashed through Qi Feng's mind, but before he could think about it further, he heard someone speak from below.

However, it was not Yang Pingsheng who spoke, but Shi Guijia.

"I'm going into seclusion to refine a magical artifact. I'm entrusting my daughter to you." Shi Guijia's voice was cold and decisive, as if she were stating something perfectly ordinary. Her gaze swept over Yang Pingsheng but didn't linger, as if all of this was none of her business.

After saying that, she turned and left, her steps firm and without the slightest hesitation.

Qi Feng's eyes widened, a sense of astonishment washing over him. Shi Guijia had always been unruly, but he hadn't expected her to so readily abandon her daughter here. Wasn't she afraid that the villains would take advantage of the situation to harm Yang Luoyi?

Shi Guijia's departure took away some of the chill in the courtyard. The dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the moonlight once again bathed the earth, illuminating the courtyard in a serene and cold light.

Wen Shihan stood under the moonlight, sighed softly, and a rare look of fatigue appeared on his face. All his sharpness was gone at this moment.

She said softly, "Brother, I'm a little tired." There was a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "Let's leave it at that for today, brother. I'll come to see you again tomorrow morning."

She also left, her figure gradually blending into the night, leaving only Yang Pingsheng, Luo Benmo, and Yang Luoyi in the courtyard.

The moonlight, like water, fell on Yang Pingsheng's shoulders, casting a long shadow over him. He stood there, his gaze deep, and no one knew what he was thinking. Luo Benmo remained nestled in his arms, his fingers tightly gripping his clothes. Yang Luoyi stood to the side, his gaze shifting between his father and Luo Benmo, observing them silently.

Qi Feng jumped down from the wall and landed gently at Yang Pingsheng's feet. It looked up at him, a hint of worry in its eyes.

This path is ultimately too difficult. Love and hate, affection and enmity—all the entanglements become obstacles. How will Yang Pingsheng find his own direction amidst this chaotic situation?

The moonlight still filled the courtyard, but it was eerily cold.

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The plan was finally successful, the only flaw being Wen Shihan's sudden appearance.

Shi Guijia stood in the center of the hall, her gaze cold and stern, but her heart remained calm and undisturbed.

Although Wen Shihan's arrival was unexpected, it did not shake her core objective—to send Yang Luoyi back to Yang Pingsheng's side. And she has already accomplished that.

As for the rest... Shi Guijia's lips curled up slightly, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes.

"rise!"

She gave a low shout, and golden flames suddenly rose up, like a wildly dancing fire dragon, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

The flames were intense, yet they seemed to possess a spirit, avoiding every item in the hall and not even disturbing a speck of dust.

Shi Guijia stood in the center of the flames, coldly watching everything unfold. Holding a broken artifact of destiny in her hand, she threw it into the fire without hesitation.

Without a furnace or any other tools, she forged artifacts out of thin air.

The flames in her hands were like tamed beasts, completely under her control. If Gan Jiang were here, he would probably be amazed by her skill. Her technique had long surpassed the boundaries of the mortal world and reached the realm of the celestial.

Flames roared, and the artifact of destiny gradually melted in the fire, turning into strands of golden light. Shi Guijia gently waved her fingers, and the light flowed from her fingertips, gradually condensing into a new artifact. However, as the flames gradually died down, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Is it only up to the ninth rank?" she muttered to herself, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "Even repairing a tenth-rank magic artifact is so difficult."

The spirit of the Destiny Bureau had long since dissipated, and the Destiny Bureau itself had been split in two. One part was used to combine with the destroyed core of Luo Yi, becoming Yang Luo Yi's new body; the other part was used by Shi Guijia for weapon forging. However, no matter how she tried to replenish it, she was still unable to break through the shackles of the ninth rank.

“The key is still the spirit of the artifact.” Shi Guijia murmured softly, his gaze deep. “Ninth-grade magic artifacts are already the pinnacle of things, but to step into the tenth grade, the artifact must give birth to its own consciousness and create a soul.”

Having experienced the Bureau of Fate and Yang Luoyi, she had long understood the threshold for a tenth-grade magic weapon.

The spirit of a tenth-grade magic weapon is its core. Yang Luoyi's soul accidentally became the spirit of a tenth-grade magic weapon, but that was just a coincidence and cannot be replicated.

The flames gradually died down, and a golden eyeball slowly floated into Shi Guijia's hand. The pupil of the eyeball gleamed with golden light, and the veins were replaced by golden threads. As it hovered in her palm, it exuded a faint aura of destiny, appearing exceptionally eerie.

"A ninth-grade magic artifact—the Eye of Destiny." Shi Guijia stared at the eyeball in her hand, pondering to herself, "If I replace it with my own left eye and refine it with my consciousness over a long period of time, could I advance it to the tenth grade?"

Her golden flames were the fire of her soul, originating from Gardenia in her previous life. This flame was not only incredibly powerful, but also an excellent aid in refining weapons.

"If the conditions for upgrading to a tenth-grade magic weapon are truly so, then I am a tenth-grade magic weapon!" A resolute glint flashed in Shi Guijia's eyes as she unhesitatingly took out a sharp short knife, its blade gleaming coldly in the firelight.

She gritted her teeth and plunged the blade into her left eye without hesitation.

Blood streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't even flinch as she gouged out her eyeballs.

Then, she placed the Eye of Destiny into the empty eye socket, and golden flames rose again, enveloping her body and beginning the second fusion and refining process.

Amidst the flames, Shi Guijia's figure appeared exceptionally lonely yet resolute. Her left eye gradually merged with the Eye of Destiny, and golden light overflowed from her eye socket, like an eye peering into fate. Her aura also changed accordingly, becoming more profound and unpredictable.

"A tenth-grade magic artifact... If I succeed, then my strength will not be overshadowed by Wen Shihan, Ye Buxin and the others."

She sneered, her voice as frenzied as it had been during the Battle of the Steppes.

As the flames gradually died down, Shi Guijia's figure reappeared. Her left eye had completely transformed into the Eye of Destiny, its golden pupil containing endless mysteries. She gently raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the air, creating a wisp of golden light.

"Next comes the long process of refining," she murmured to herself, stirring the flames once more.

Inside the main hall, flames roared, and a faint, scorching aura filled the air. Shi Guijia stood in the center, like a statue, silently awaiting the answer to fate.

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Wen Shihan has left again.

Perhaps she didn't want to face Yang Luoyi, or perhaps she felt guilty towards Yang Pingsheng, which is why she specially reserved this space for the father and daughter to be alone.

Luo Benmo also left in a hurry. After Lone Wolf and the others regained their memories, she needed to reassess their strength and make arrangements for their future.

So, only Yang Pingsheng and Yang Luoyi remained in the room.

Qi Feng found a corner, lazily lay down, half-closed his eyes, looking like he was ready to watch the show.

Yang Luo stared coldly at Yang Pingsheng and said sarcastically, "It seems you have escaped from the brink of death. That cat was right, your strength is now greater than my mother's."

She casually grabbed a fruit from the table, took a big bite, and chewed it with gusto, a stark contrast to her previous well-behaved and adorable demeanor.

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly: "I thought you would keep pretending."

"Shut up!" Yang Luoyi glared at him angrily. "I was only pretending for other people. You know that in your heart. Stop pretending!"

"Okay, no more pretense." Yang Pingsheng nodded, his tone gentle. "Xiao Jia asked you to come over to help, right?"

"Xiao Jia? That's disgusting!" Yang Luo made an exaggerated expression of disgust. "Is that what you used to call my mother?"

"Yes."

"..." Yang Luo was speechless for a moment, so she simply changed the subject, "Don't flatter yourself, Mother is just worried about the current situation, that's why she sent me to find you."

As she spoke, her face unconsciously turned to the side, and her voice lowered, "Of course, I also said back then that your mother and I would support you on whatever path you choose. Wen Shihan treated you like that, so we..."

Yang Pingsheng understood that Yang Luoyi had come to help him.

Like her mother, this child is proud and reserved, often hesitant to say things directly. It was only during a life-or-death crisis that she blurted out those words. Now, he still needs to cater to her temperament when communicating.

Yang Pingsheng nodded and said, "I understand."

"Hmph, good that you understand!" Yang Luo turned his head away, his tone slightly awkward. "So, what exactly happened after I sacrificed myself? How did you escape? Tell me everything."

"it is good."

Yang Pingsheng gave a brief account, omitting the parts about the tomb, the cultivation system, and his incomplete memory recovery.

Yang Luo was at his wit's end and simply asked the most crucial question: "Putting aside your messy relationship with Ye Buxin, I just want to know, what path are you going to take? And how do you plan to resolve the merger of Taixu?"

"The path I'm taking, as you can see, is the cultivation system of the Great Dao True Mark," Yang Pingsheng replied calmly. "As for the merger of Taixu, your mother should have already told you that the villains plan to make Jiang Mochang and Ye Buxin perish together, and finally Song Panning's formation will solve the problem."

Yang Luo frowned, her tone displeased: "You really want them to do such a ridiculous plan? Besides, Jiang Mochang has done so much, are you willing to let her sacrifice herself?"

"You can't bear to part with it?" Yang Pingsheng asked back.

"Ha, what a joke!" Yang Luo sneered. "I wish that guy would die. Not just her, but all the other villains should die too."

As she spoke, her voice suddenly paused, and her eyes sharpened.

“I said, Yang Pingsheng,” she stared at her father, asking suspiciously, “have you really regained your memory?”

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"Your father may not have regained his memory."

Shi Guijia's voice was low and calm, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

She stood beside Yang Luoyi, gently stroking her daughter's hair with her fingers, her movements tender yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

“Your father most likely hasn’t regained his memories.” She repeated, her gaze deep, as if she could see something through the void. “He never mentions my past life.”

Yang Luo was taken aback, filled with doubt and unease. She looked up at Shi Guijia and tentatively asked, "Mother, are you sure? Is it possible that he deliberately concealed it, or..."

“No way, he just hasn’t recovered.” Shi Guijia interrupted her, her tone filled with an undeniable certainty.

Her gaze fell into the distance, as if recalling something, but she quickly looked away and refocused on Yang Luoyi.

She sighed softly, her fingers tracing through Yang Luoyi's hair, her tone revealing a complex mix of emotions: "If you keep asking this question and your father still insists it didn't happen, then don't ask anymore. I think..."

She paused, a meaningful glint in her eyes, "He has his reasons."

Yang Luoyi was silent for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly. She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, as if processing her mother's words. Shi Guijia's words were like a stone thrown into the calm lake of her heart, stirring up ripples.

“But, Mother…” Yang Luo raised her head, her eyes filled with resentment and confusion, “If he really hasn’t regained his memories, then his attitude towards us, his plans for us, wouldn’t that mean… Also, if he hasn’t regained his memories, what about you and him…”

"Alright." Shi Guijia's voice suddenly turned cold, interrupting Yang Luoyi.

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight into Yang Luoyi's eyes: "Don't overthink it. Your father has his own path to walk, and we have ours. Whether he regains his memory or not, it's his choice, and all we can do is support him."

Yang Luoyi was stunned by her mother's gaze and was speechless for a moment. She lowered her head, her voice tinged with grievance: "I just... don't want him to hurt your heart like before."

Shi Guijia's expression softened slightly. She gently patted Yang Luoyi's shoulder, her tone comforting: "I know what you're worried about. But you must remember, whether he regains his memory or not, he is still your father. And we also have things we must do."

Yang Luoyi remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

Her fingers loosened the hem of her dress, she raised her head, and took a deep breath: "I understand, Mother."

Shi Guijia smiled slightly, withdrew her hand, and turned to look out the window.