The improved female villains regained their memories.

She handed over the plate of dessert that looked awful.

The person next to her hurriedly pulled her back: "Xiao Feng, stop fooling around. Brother Sikong needs to eat a lot of meat to cultivate. How can you give Brother Sikong your food?"

"fine."

Sikong Xuan reached out, picked up the plate, and poured the entire contents into his mouth.

The dull voice rang out again, without any inflection: "It's delicious."

From then on, every time Sikong Xuan came, Su Fengqing would bring him desserts she had made herself.

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Sikong Xuan didn't come today.

According to them, Yang Pingsheng went to see him today, and the two had a big fight under the guise of cultivation.

Sikong Xuan seems to be injured, and quite seriously, so much so that he attracted Liu Yin's attention.

Su Fengqing held her dessert and listened to their conversation, her attention drawn to the words "Sikong Xuan is injured".

Night fell, and under the starry sky, Su Fengqing, carrying her sweets, secretly slipped into the depths of the woods.

The moonlight was soft, and the fireflies, like stars descended from the sky, illuminated the grove.

Sikong Xuan sat next to the stone lock, fireflies swarming around him—his upper body, already covered in scars, was now bandaged with white cloth.

Su Fengqing peeked out from behind the tree and looked at him.

Sikong Xuan felt her gaze and looked up; their eyes met in mid-air.

"Hehe, we've been found out." Su Fengqing stepped forward with a fawning smile.

Acting cute and charming is her survival rule. No one taught her how to get along with others; she just felt that everyone liked it that way, so she became that kind of person.

Sikong Xuan looked at her silently; the night was terribly dark.

Su Fengqing knew this guy didn't like to talk, so she took the initiative to walk over and said, "You haven't come all day. They all said you were injured, so I came to see you."

She handed over the dessert: "Here you go, today's dessert."

Sikong Xuan reached out and ate it all.

“It’s delicious,” he said, repeating his age-old line.

Su Fengqing noticed that when he said this, the expression on his face was as gentle as the moonlight.

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A campfire is burning.

To welcome Su Fengqing, Sikong Xuan took out some raw meat from somewhere and roasted it over a fire.

The firelight shone on their faces, and Su Fengqing felt it was time for her to speak.

So Su Feng huddled by the campfire, fabricating a flawed lie to Sikong Xuan. The firelight danced on her youthful face, reflecting eyes that seemed too big for her age.

"Because of my destiny with the immortals, the gang massacred the village..." Her voice trembled, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, "...I was the only one who escaped..."

Sikong Xuan silently turned the roasted meat, the grease dripping into the fire and making a sizzling sound.

He might have sensed the flaw—if it really was a gang massacre of the village, how could this little girl, whose legs would tremble at the roar of a tiger, have survived alone? But he simply tore off the tenderest piece of meat and handed it to her: "Eat."

Su Fengqing took it and took small bites.

She was somewhat uneasy, as she had already revealed the crucial detail of her connection to the immortals, aside from the fact that she had killed her parents.

In this lawless, survival-of-the-fittest eighth world, the destiny of immortality is more important than anything else. It is because of this that Su Fengqing's innate immortal body suffered an undeserved calamity.

That night, as she squatted in front of the stove, watching the juice of the Starfall Grass spread in the porridge pot, her parents and the village chief were having a heated discussion about which gang they should sell her to to get the most spirit stones.

"It's definitely a predestined connection with the divine..."

"The leader of the Qinghong Gang next door is taking a concubine. If we send this girl over there, our village will be protected, and you parents will also receive the gang leader's courtesy."

During her escape, she fell into a stream, the cold moonlight shining on her trembling hands.

Those fingertips, stained with poison, had once been gently kissed by her mother. The owls in the jungle laughed, as if mocking this "little fairy" who had murdered her own parents.

Sikong Xuan suddenly wiped away her tears with his rough palms, and Su Fengqing was then surprised to realize that she had been crying.

The man didn't ask anything, but simply took off his outer robe and wrapped it around her thin body.

“I understand,” he said. “Leave it to me.”

There are no words more reassuring than these.

The broad back blocked the howling mountain wind, and at that moment she suddenly realized that she had finally found a more effective poison than the Starfall Grass, but this time, she was the one who was poisoned.

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The next day, Sikong Xuan brought her to Liu Yin's house. He told her to wait at the door, and then knocked on the door and went in alone.

They didn't know what they talked about, but those few minutes she waited were the longest minutes of her life.

Sikong Xuan is a good person, but what about Liu Yin?

Indeed, Liu Yin was very gentle and kind to her, but as the leader of the gang, she had to consider the seriousness of the matter.

The Mangrove Forest Gang is too small, too small to protect this so-called divine opportunity. Once this matter gets out, it will be a devastating blow to the Mangrove Forest Gang.

Su Fengqing subconsciously swallowed.

She didn't want to cause a rift between Sikong Xuan and Liu Yin because of herself. She felt that her most likely fate would be to be kicked out, which wasn't a big deal, but in that case, she would no longer be able to make desserts for Sikong Xuan.

Soon, the door opened, and Liu Yin walked out.

Seeing Su Fengqing's anxious expression, she smiled gently, took her hand, and led her to the room.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaofeng."

She comforted him, saying, "I won't take advantage of your so-called divine affinity, nor will I drive you away."

"This will always be your home, and we will always be your family."

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The small candlelight dispelled the darkness in the room, and Liu Yin, Murong Xu, Sikong Xuan, Su Fengqing, Yang Pingsheng, and Jiang Mochang gathered in Liu Yin's room.

Later, Su Fengqing learned that the people here were all Liu Yin's confidants, the pillars of the Red Forest Gang, and the people she trusted most.

When Liu Yin told Su Fengqing about her situation, Su Fengqing thought everyone would look at her strangely, but in fact, no one took it seriously.

"What? Liu Yin, you called us over just because of this?" Murong Xu said casually, "What's wrong with that? Xiao Feng is so cute, do you think we'd kick her out?"

He looked at Su Fengqing, propped his chin up, and said, "One more or one less makes no difference; it's just a matter of having one mouth to eat."

As the deputy leader of the gang, Murong Xu was in charge of allocating resources within the gang. In his eyes, even a hundred Su Fengqings couldn't outeat Sikong Xuan.

"It's good that we know about this," Jiang Mochang said. "As long as we don't tell anyone, who would know?"

"Hmm." Yang Pingsheng nodded: "I second that."

They chattered away like family, discussing how to settle Su Fengqing.

The candlelight fell on Su Fengqing's eyes, and there was a faint glimmer of tears.

She looked up and saw that Sikong Xuan was also looking at her.

So she smiled, and the other person nodded slightly, a hint of a smile appearing on their otherwise expressionless face.

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Since it involves a connection to immortality, one must not be careless.

Liu Yin sought out Jiang Mochang, hoping he would teach her some self-protection techniques.

She was also a very beautiful person, but unlike Liu Yin's beauty, her pink hair fluttered in the wind, and as she stood there, she exuded a sharp and edgy aura, making it clear at a glance that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Su Fengqing had never seen a woman like this before, and he was a little afraid to speak in front of her.

Jiang Mochang took her to an open space, gave her tree branches, and taught her how to draw talismans.

She asked, "Can you read?"

Su Feng shook his head slightly.

So Jiang Mochang looked up and called out, "Pingsheng, come here and teach her to write."

Su Feng looked up and saw the man standing on the tree, dressed in black, with an extraordinary air about him.

The man was quite peculiar; he seemed to recognize him. When he landed in front of him, the way he looked at him was like that of an old friend.

"it is good."

He smiled and nodded. Su Fengqing knew that the tenderness he showed was not directed at her, but at the pink-haired woman.

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Su Fengqing quickly learned to write and draw talismans, but she was not good at absorbing spiritual energy and had limited talent.

The people of this world are unaware of the innate immortal body, and naturally, they have no way to control it.

She studied talismans for a long time, but in the end she only mastered the Swift Travel Talisman.

That was the most basic white talisman, which, when pasted on the feet, allowed one to travel a thousand miles a day.

Su Fengqing knew that although Jiang Mochang seemed aloof, he was actually someone who longed for affection.

So as soon as she learned, she ran to demonstrate to Jiang Mochang: "Look, sister, I can run very fast now, so everyone won't have to worry about me. If there's danger, I'll run away!"

Jiang Mochang didn't say anything, but Su Fengqing knew that she was very happy inside.

As for talismans, Su Fengqing's talent had reached its limit. After thinking about it, Liu Yin decided to let her learn from Sikong Xuan.

Her physique was too weak. She could train with Sikong Xuan. She didn't need to kill enemies; it would be good to improve her health.

Of course, Sikong Xuan wouldn't be foolish enough to teach Su Fengqing those body cultivation methods; most of the time, he just played around with her.

In the mountains and forests, beside the streams, and by the stone locks.

Sikong Xuan was exercising while pulling on the stone lock, and Su Fengqing was sitting on it.

Sikong Xuan ran while carrying the stone lock on his back, and Su Fengqing sat on it.

Sikong Xuan held up the stone lock to temper his body, and Su Feng sat lightly on it.

She often brought him delicious desserts and kept talking. Sikong Xuan mostly listened, and he rarely spoke unless necessary.