The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Is it over there on the back mountain?"

The intense tremor, upon closer listening, revealed the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling, seemingly resonating with the fragments of the Great Dao. Tian Bulian was somewhat surprised and said, "With such a commotion, the protectors who came this time are probably not so simple."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not afraid he's not simple, I'm afraid he's simple." Weaver Girl smiled. "The [gate] is unfathomable and full of mysteries. It's hard to say what kind of protector will come, but the commotion this time has caused such a strong shock to our sect. The protector who came this time must be extraordinary."

"The more extraordinary they are, the more serious the crisis is." The slovenly uncle hiccuped, drunk, but his words were not muddled. "If the person who comes is truly extraordinary, then it means that the situation has reached a very dangerous point. If the person who comes is even more than you or me, then it means that even veteran protectors like us may not be able to solve this crisis."

"New talents emerge in every generation, old man, what are you worried about?" Weaver Girl's mother laughed and scolded. "We'll know what kind of people are coming just by looking, won't we?"

The three immortals made up their minds and flew towards the back mountain.

Flying over the back mountain, we found a valley that had once been bustling with activity. Countless sword marks were etched on the surrounding mountains, and the powerful spiritual energy had destroyed the vegetation and even churned up the soil.

"Such spiritual energy, it's actually a Yang spiritual root!!" Granny Weaver Girl exclaimed in shock.

No wonder she was shocked; a Yang spiritual root is such a rare spiritual root, appearing only once every thousand years.

The three immortals quickly landed. In the center of the explosion, a female immortal lay at the bottom of the pit, her clothes torn, as if she had been seriously injured.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the female immortal struggled to open her eyes a crack and weakly murmured, "It hurts...it hurts so much..."

The Weaver Girl immediately stepped forward and began to use healing methods.

Heaven showed no mercy. The slovenly uncles looked at each other in bewilderment. They had made quite a commotion before and thought the person was at least a celestial being, but after meeting him, they found that he was not very strong and was even so weak.

Somewhat surprising.

"How strange, my treatment methods are not working?" Granny Weaver Girl said, frowning.

The disheveled middle-aged man stepped forward, placed a finger on the female immortal's brow, and after carefully sensing it for a while, exclaimed in surprise:

"Strange, really strange. Logically speaking, the chosen protector's soul shouldn't be so weak. The newcomer made quite a commotion and is a rare Yang spiritual root, yet her strength is not high, and her soul was severely injured when she transmigrated. In her current state, ordinary treatment methods will not be effective; we must use a soul-based healing technique."

As the slovenly uncle spoke, his hands moved non-stop, executing a deadly move. Drops of wine overflowed from his gourd, condensing at his fingertips before being pushed into the female immortal's brow.

The ultimate move of the immortal path—Bacchanalo.

The female immortal's condition had improved considerably; her pale complexion had gradually regained its rosy hue, and she had regained her senses. She lifted her heavy eyelids, looked at the person before her, and opened her mouth with difficulty: "Where...is this?"

“This is the Guardian Heaven Sect.” Granny Weaver Girl gently stroked her head. “Don’t be afraid, child, this is not a bad place.”

"Who...are you?"

"We'll tell you when you've recovered enough. By the way, child, do you remember your own name?"

"Remember……"

The girl opened her mouth weakly, but her words were firm and powerful.

My name is—

"—Mu Xiaobai."

Chapter 123 People in the Shadows

"If you wish to learn a killing technique, you can come to the palace to learn it."

The royal family of the Qian Kingdom harbors some deadly immortal techniques.

Xu Anlu possesses a Shadow Empire, and her bodyguards have long been possessed. Deep within her main hall is a secret chamber containing the immortal killing techniques she has collected over the years.

Wen Shihan's intelligence was correct. Compared to the eldest and second princesses, Xu Anlu was indeed not valued by Xu Weibang, but this did not mean that she was not favored by him. Because she loved martial arts since childhood, she was put in charge of the Tiger Roar Camp in the capital after she grew up, which in itself speaks volumes.

The reason why Xu Anlu was not given important positions was not because there was anything wrong with her, but because Xu Weibang always favored sons over daughters. If we really compare them, the eldest and second princesses were definitely not as good as the crown prince and the fourth prince.

Both of them are now essentially princes, each holding half of the political power, and are now rivals.

Xu Baxian was assassinated, and the Crown Prince was the prime suspect, but lacking evidence, he couldn't say anything. Logically, Xu Baxian should have come forward at this point to express his trust in the Crown Prince, but instead, he sent troops to surround Zuixianlou and hid at home, refusing to see anyone.

Xu Weibang lost his temper during the morning court session yesterday, and that rebellious son, using the excuse of recuperation, didn't even attend the court.

Nobody knows what he's up to.

The palace has been very tense these past few days, with everyone calculating their own power. Xu Anlu invited Yang Pingsheng at this time so that it would be convenient for him to sneak in.

So, in the afternoon, he followed Xu Anlu and sneaked into the palace.

The once sunless hall was now much brighter. Xu Anlu led Yang Pingsheng into the underground secret chamber, which contained most of the common killing moves.

"Sir, you are currently tempering your body. Cultivating killing techniques and circulating spiritual energy is to better understand your soul and extract immortal artifacts from it. In that case, sir, you might as well cultivate these killing techniques."

The red-haired Xu Anyin controlled the soul to float out, and now she, like Xu Anlu, called Yang Pingsheng "Mr."

Yang Pingsheng didn't care much. He looked at the few killing moves in his hand. They were all common killing moves, but they were miscellaneous.

There are things for cultivating the soul, things for nourishing the soul, things for strengthening the soul—in short, everything is about the soul.

Thank you.

He sincerely thanked Xu Anlu for her great help. Although she had previously claimed she wanted to turn him into a puppet, she had ultimately helped him.

"Sir, would you like to stay for dinner?"

"No, I have to go back."

"Then I too..."

"Xiao Lu".

Yang Pingsheng put away the scroll that recorded the killing moves.

"You didn't go back to the palace last night, did you?"

"Yes……"

Xu Anlu slept in the courtyard last night.

Unable to persuade everyone with force, and having lost the game of Dou Dizhu, she was unwilling to leave in such a dejected manner. She found a room to sleep in, and at midnight, she tried to sneak into Yang Pingsheng's room, only to bump right into Wen Shihan's bodyguard clone.

Although her opponent was a celestial being, she already knew how formidable he was while playing Dou Dizhu (a card game). After a round of mutual insults, she left a few harsh words and slunk back to her room.

She didn't know what her husband had gone through to be surrounded by such talented people, but she wouldn't give up on him.

No way.

“Xiao Lu, you are now the third princess of the Qian Kingdom. You have your own things to do and cannot focus all your attention on me.”

"But, sir, all I want now is to be with you..."

That's why she was reborn.

“Since you like Mr. so much, why don’t you listen to me?” Xu Anyin said from the side. “Let’s elope with Mr. and stop being this bird princess.”

Xu Anlu's eyes lit up as she looked at Yang Pingsheng: "Is it alright, sir?"

Of course not.

I really don't know what kind of poison Xu Anlu has been poisoned by. Whenever I'm around her, my IQ seems to drop exponentially.

"Xiao Lu, don't you want to set your sights on something more distant?"

"Do not want to."

Where is Xiaoyin?

"As long as my sister is happy, I don't care."

The two guys are giving up; they're nothing like the spirited guys they used to be.

Yang Pingsheng had an idea. Since that was the case, could he treat them the same way he treated Wen Shihan?

Of the three, Wen Shihan, though harboring some ulterior motives, has already clearly declared his loyalty. Luo Benmo, on the other hand, is deep-thinking and exceptionally talented, making him difficult to fool, and now no one knows what she's up to.

If he could win over Xu Anlu, it would be a significant boost to his own position.

"Xiao Lu, you know, I said before that it wasn't me who wanted to do these things, it was Tian, ​​right?"

"Ah."

"Now, fate has abandoned me."

Yang Pingsheng said, "And I need help."

The sealed room was quiet.

Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin looked at each other, and finally, Xu Anlu spoke first.

"Sir, whatever you decide to do, Xiaoyin and I will support you."

The two-faced emperor spoke from the bottom of his heart to Yang Pingsheng.

"My greatest wish is to be by your side."

"My sister's wish is my wish."

"it is good."

Yang Pingsheng smiled and said, "Thank you."

It's always good to be prepared.

Although Yang Ping doesn't yet know who his enemy is, he needs to start getting stronger.

He could no longer dabble in the power of the system. In order to seek the truth, he needed to find his own system. Therefore, he would avoid using those spacetime-based killing moves as much as possible in the future.

It was already evening when they returned from the palace. Xiaoyu was still in her room, and Luo Benmo was nowhere to be seen as usual. Wen Shihan, however, had returned. She had prepared a table full of dishes and set them out in the hall, waiting alone. When she saw Yang Pingsheng enter, she immediately stood up and smiled.

"Brother, you're back?"

"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting." Yang Pingsheng nodded and patted her head. "I was just thinking of making it when I got back, but I didn't expect Xiaohan to have it already."

"I want my brother to taste my cooking again."

Wen Shihan hugged him, burying his face in his arms and nuzzling him as he spoke.

After cuddling for a while, the two sat down to eat. Wen Shihan prepared four dishes and a soup. The soup was a delicious chicken soup, with a rich, white broth that smelled wonderful and made one's mouth water.

The black cat and the yellow cat were neatly positioned by the window, their mouths watering.

"Brother, have a chicken leg."

Wen Shihan picked up a chicken leg for Yang Pingsheng, and while picking up some food, he asked casually, "What did you do in the palace today, brother?"

Yang Pingsheng paused, his chopsticks still.

He looked up at Wen Shihan, who was eating with his head down, put down his chopsticks, and lowered his eyes slightly.