The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Where should we take them? It would be super troublesome if they all went back to their own homes. I have a good idea. Let's go to my place, throw Su Fengqing and Sikong Xuan on my bed, and then I'll go sleep at your place, Liu Yin, how about that?"

"Murong Xu!"

"Just kidding, just kidding. We're all buddies. Let Sikong Xuan sleep at my place, and Liu Yin, you can take Su Fengqing to your place."

What should we do?

Su Fengqing vaguely thought that Brother Mu's suggestion was very good, and she could accept it.

Sure enough, Brother Mu is reliable, the drunken girl thought in her last moments before falling into a deep sleep.

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She is truly very happy to be able to live such a life here.

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Unfortunately, this kind of life was soon shattered.

After the family festival, Yang Pingsheng went out for some unknown reason. Not long after he left, Jiang Mochang shouted that something was wrong, pulled Sikong Xuan and the others out, and brought Yang Pingsheng back.

Such a person goes out perfectly fine, only to return severely injured.

Su Fengqing didn't know what had happened. Their conversation with Yang Pingsheng wouldn't let her go, so she could only stay in the room and wait.

Soon, the door opened, and Sikong Xuan walked in with a sullen face.

"How are you?" Su Fengqing rushed to him and asked, "Is Brother Pingsheng alright? Is his injury... because of me?"

Sikong Xuan looked at her.

He had a lot to say, and perhaps on his hurried return, he had already prepared his words, which were embellished and confused with the facts. In any case, they were words to comfort the girl.

But at this moment, he couldn't say anything.

He reached out and placed his hand on her head.

“It has nothing to do with you,” Sikong Xuan said. “They want you, but it’s not your fault.”

Su Fengqing's eyes immediately filled with tears: "But it would be my fault to drag you down. I don't want to, I don't want to be a burden to you."

"Xiao Feng, don't think like that."

Sikong Xuan squatted down in front of her and, as always, wiped away her tears.

"You have never been a burden to us."

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On the third day after the family reunion festival, Yan Yong led his men to surround the mangrove forest and launched the first wave of attack.

A fierce battle ensued, and blood stained the land.

The scene from her dream was replicated, but Su Fengqing couldn't do anything about it.

The war is over.

The mangrove remains looked particularly desolate in the setting sun. The once lush canopy was now reduced to charred branches, like countless withered arms reaching towards the blood-red sky. The wind, carrying severed limbs, swirled and spewed among the roots, each gust bringing a fresh stench of blood.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, mixed with the stench of decay. Several crows perched on the crooked tree trunks, their scarlet eyes darting around warily, occasionally letting out hoarse cries. Beneath their sharp claws, corpses lay piled up in various contorted positions, some still frozen in their final fighting stances.

Broken weapons, blood-stained flags, and a few pieces of armor that had not yet sunk reflected a dim light in the afterglow.

Large amounts of blood and mud were mixed together, a shocking sight.

Su Feng walked over, trembling slightly. Seeing all this, he burst into tears.

Sikong Xuan stood up, squatted down in front of Su Fengqing, put his hand on her shoulder, and said after a long while, "Girl, don't cry."

Su Feng sobbed uncontrollably, "Brother Sikong, you know, it's all...it's all because of me..."

"I killed my village, I killed my family, and now I've killed you all, Brother Si, I..."

Sikong Xuan listened in silence.

He wasn't good at talking, nor was he good at comforting people. He could understand Su Fengqing's sadness, but he couldn't help her feel better.

"...It's not your fault." That was all he could say in the end.

Su Feng cried even harder, large tears falling onto the earth, adding a touch of sorrow to the desolate landscape.

Sikong Xuan could only hold her in his arms and feel her sadness in his embrace.

So, whose fault is this?

The people of the Eighth World have an inexplicable obsession with immortal destiny. As long as it is related to immortal destiny, they will frantically try to seize it.

In this world, nothing is more important than becoming an immortal.

Everyone wants to become an immortal, therefore no one is human anymore.

So, whose fault is this?

It's all her fault.

If she has the ability.

If she has the ability...

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The battle grew increasingly fierce.

The Mangrove Gang was never strong to begin with, with only a few key members. Now, the fighting is becoming increasingly fierce, and everyone is giving it their all.

Sikong Xuan's injuries multiplied, Jiang Mochang worked day and night refining talismans until he nearly collapsed, and Yang Pingsheng was constantly moving between the front and rear, and no one ever saw him rest.

Su Fengqing was the only one she couldn't do anything about.

She couldn't end the battle that started because of her.

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Although no one said anything, Su Fengqing felt very uncomfortable.

Liu Yin was so busy that she couldn't get away, but she still took care of her feelings and comforted her.

Sikong Xuan stayed by her side, trying to bring her a sense of security, just like before.

But it's impossible now.

Beside the ancient tree that once held fond memories, the wounded are now piled up, with makeshift tents stretching out in a continuous line.

At night, Su Fengqing stood there, listening to the screams of the wounded.

She felt that she was the one who should have been lying in the bed.

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If she can become stronger...

Even if she doesn't become stronger, it doesn't matter, as long as she can play a role, her conscience will be at ease.

if only.......

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At night, she sat on her bed.

Sikong Xuan's injuries were quite serious today, so he went for treatment.

She sat there alone, her eyes dull and lifeless.

if only........

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"You're willing to pay any price as long as it works, right?"

A voice suddenly rang in Su Fengqing's ear.

She was startled: "Who is it?"

"Don't be nervous. I'm not from this world. You can call me whatever you want, but I'm here to make a deal with you."

"Who are you?" Su Fengqing covered herself tightly with the blanket in fear. "I won't make a deal with you. Come out now, stop playing tricks!"

"You won't make a deal with me? Heh, are you sure?" The voice was distant, as if it came from a very far place, like a demon questioning her: "Su Fengqing, aren't you regretting that you didn't play any role? Instead of regretting your incompetence, why don't you listen to me? I can give you a choice."

"choose?"

"That's right, is it to reject me and then do nothing as a protector, or to make a deal with me, figure out your own constitution, and then take action?"

The voice suddenly laughed, with a hint of gloom.

“Su Fengqing, let me tell you plainly, if you don’t make a deal with me, I guarantee you, Sikong Xuan will definitely die.”

Sikong Xuan... will he die?

In that instant, her mind went blank, and she dared not think of anything.

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She listened to the transaction brought about by the voice and remained silent for a long time.

"Make your choice," the voice said. "In the current situation, only your immortal body can serve this purpose. After all, I cannot personally intervene, but this function is enough for you to survive their next all-out attack."

Su Feng clenched his fist: "If I fully activate the Immortal Body, will I never be able to regain my consciousness again?"

"To be precise, I can no longer control your body, after all, your soul is too weak." The voice said, "But if you establish rules with me, it doesn't matter. I can bring your soul and consciousness here. As for the body, I don't need it."

"..."

"So, have you thought it through?"

"Yes, I've thought it through."

Su Fengqing said, "No matter who you are, as long as you can save everyone, I am willing to sign the so-called rules with you."

The voice laughed.

"That was... a wise choice."

A mysterious power descended, and rules were established.

The voice immediately fulfilled its promise and told Su Fengqing how to unleash his talent.

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