The improved female villains regained their memories.

"I see."

In the end, that was all he could say.

I just hope that such compliance will minimize any unexpected incidents.

Ten years of practicing medicine had instilled in Yang Pingsheng a certain amount of compassion, but he found that there were many things he couldn't control.

Just like some people's illnesses, which are clearly curable but can never be cured. For example, some people believe in superstitious heresies, some do not believe in Yang Pingsheng, and some have long wanted to die and feel that it doesn't matter whether they live or die.

All Yang Pingsheng could do was try his best.

Like the female villains, he genuinely wants to save them, but above him lies the system and the will of Heaven, and all he can do is try his best.

Just like Su Rouxue, even if her fate was already set, he would still try his best.

So he said again, "System."

"uh-huh?"

"Su Murong, I will not give up on her. I will do my best to make her better."

"That would be perfect," the system laughed. "In this respect, we're all the same."

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Yang Pingsheng straightened his clothes, circulated the spiritual energy of his Void Spirit Root once more to ensure everything was in order, and then strode out.

The heavens and earth trembled, and a beam of spiritual light shot into the sky—a sign that Wang Tiande, an Earth Immortal, was about to unleash a deadly immortal technique.

At an almost lightning speed, ten days ago, the first immortal was born.

Wang Tiande's advancement was unprecedented in the world, making him the fastest immortal to reach the Earth Immortal realm, undoubtedly the number one in the world. After advancing, he held a banquet to celebrate with his entire army.

The banquet has continued until today; the immortal killing move he just used was for the banquet celebration.

The banquet was arranged by rank. Outside were the soldiers, inside were those in the various military tents who had been recognized for their special talents, like Yang Pingsheng. Wang Tiande himself, along with the cultivators, his adopted sons, daughters, and confidants, were all in the palace at the highest point.

That palace was also built by Wang Tiande using immortal killing moves. Heaven knows where he got so many immortal killing moves. When the Yan Kingdom's royal family and royal collections were destroyed by the burst of spiritual energy, this guy seemed to have a special talent and kept coming out with killing moves.

As Yang Pingsheng pondered this, he walked toward the palace. Along the way, he subdued any guards who tried to stop him with his spiritual energy. Wang Tiande and the group of blood spirit root cultivators he was going to use were all in the palace, which saved Yang Pingsheng the trouble of fighting with others before he went to find Wang Tiande.

The system spoke in my mind: "Are you ready?"

"Ah."

"It will hurt a lot." The system was unusually concerned. "Although I can heal you later, the pain caused during the process is unavoidable."

"nothing."

Yang Pingsheng spoke calmly, his steps firm and unwavering.

"No matter how painful it is, it is not as painful as the pain of the common people."

Inside the palace, Su Murong, who was sitting in his seat, suddenly felt a twitch in his eyelids.

It was as if something bad was about to happen, making her somewhat uneasy.

"Mu Rong, it's time to toast your godfather," someone next to her reminded her.

Indeed, everyone picked up their glasses. At the highest position, Wang Tiande was smiling at her. Su Murong didn't dare to be negligent and quickly raised her glass as well.

"Congratulations, General, on your ascension to the celestial realm!"

For a moment, shouts rang out in unison throughout the hall. Wang Tiande's smile remained unchanged, and even his ferocity seemed to have lessened.

"Very well, everyone here is the most important person to me, Wang Tiande. If one day I make a major breakthrough on the path to immortality, I will definitely reward you all."

"Thank you, General!!"

The sounds rose and fell, and soon his men came running up with a yellow robe and draped it over his shoulders without a word.

Wang Tiande immediately glared and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

"General, the royal family of Yan has been wiped out, rebels are rising up everywhere, and the people are suffering. The people are all yearning for a monarch to save the world." The man knelt down and bowed, weeping as he said, "Now that you have become an immortal, it is Heaven that has entrusted you with the responsibility of saving the world. I beg you, for the sake of the country and the people, please ascend the throne immediately and proclaim it to the world to show your divine power."

"What is this? I am a subject of the Yan state. How could I commit usurpation?"

"The entire royal family of Yan was wiped out by spiritual energy. This was due to their lack of virtue. Heaven had been displeased with them for a long time, so it destroyed them. Now you have become an immortal, which is exactly what Heaven wants. If you don't become emperor, who can?!"

The man kowtowed and shouted loudly, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Immediately, everyone in the hall rose and knelt down, including Su Murong, who bowed his head and uttered:

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The sound was deafening, and although Wang Tiande had a stern face, his smile was practically reaching his ears.

Just then, a man strode in.

He remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the crowd without uttering a word, yet his imposing presence, like the pressure of a mountain, abruptly silenced the shouts of the crowd.

The final plan has begun; this world is about to end.

Su Murong looked over and was stunned. She recognized the man as Yang Pingsheng.

What does he want to do?

This question wasn't just on Su Murong's mind, but on everyone else in the main hall.

Wang Tiande squinted at the person who barged in, recognizing him as the physician he had previously recruited. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but a smile appeared on his face: "Sir, what brings you to my court?"

He wasn't stupid. There were guards all the way from the military tents to the palace gates, so Yang Pingsheng's swaggering in meant he had taken care of all the guards along the way.

Yang Pingsheng stood below, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, and said, "I disagree."

Everyone fell silent.

Wang Tiande's face darkened with anger: "What did you say?"

“I said, I do not agree with someone like you becoming emperor.”

As he finished speaking, spiritual energy erupted.

A vast expanse of spiritual energy spread out, overturning several tables closest to Yang Pingsheng. With a series of sharp, swift sword-drawing sounds, the cultivators drew their swords and rose up, unleashing bursts of crimson spiritual energy in resistance. The atmosphere became tense and volatile.

Wang Tiande raised his hand, stopping the cultivators from their actions. Looking at Yang Pingsheng, he showed a hint of appreciation for his talent: "I didn't expect that you, sir, could cultivate a spiritual root on your own. You have such great talent. Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"What's the use of saying so earlier?" Yang Pingsheng looked up at him. "In order to improve the strength of your men, you actually allowed them to massacre a village. Such a demonic act, how is it any different from that of bandits?"

"Why do you say that, sir? We are all immortals. As immortals, we are different from mortals. Mortals are like ants. Why would you bother with such a thing as ants?"

"Don't forget," Yang Pingsheng said coldly, "you also came from humble beginnings."

Wang Tiande laughed loudly, then his face turned ashen: "Sir, you're unwilling to vote for me?"

"I will not vote for the devil."

"Since that's the case, then..."

Wang Tiande's figure suddenly disappeared from his seat.

The next instant, Yang Pingsheng was blasted backward by the gale, his body covered in countless bloody scratches from the wind blades.

Although the system had told him to hold back and deliberately lose to Wang Tiande, Yang Pingsheng really didn't expect that a cultivator like him, who hadn't even learned any immortal killing moves, would actually launch a sneak attack.

A dignified Earth Immortal, actually launched a sneak attack!

Yang Pingsheng steadied himself and simultaneously manipulated his spiritual energy to summon two flying swords. Wang Tiande laughed heartily upon seeing this, exclaiming, "Well done!"

With the divine weapon appearing, he summoned the great hammer in his hand, which, carrying immense wind pressure, slammed fiercely towards Yang Pingsheng.

They not only launched a sneak attack, but they even used a celestial artifact.

The flying sword shattered, and Yang Pingsheng, covered in blood, collapsed to the ground.

The ground collapsed, and the wind pressure poured down, causing bones to creak and groan. The flesh was scratched by the wind blades, leaving bloody marks and a blurry mess of unblemished flesh.

The ethereal quality is inherently weaker than a direct confrontation with a killing move, let alone having no killing move at all. Those gusts of wind pressure, if they were from other elemental roots, might have been able to withstand them to some extent, but with the ethereal root, they could only amplify their power.

Yang Pingsheng's legs trembled as he desperately braced himself against the ground. Sweat mixed with blood blurred his vision, but in the blink of an eye, he could see the gradually increasing pressure.

Before he came, he never expected to get beaten up.

The system kept telling him to hold back, and he thought that Wang Tiande's Earth Immortal level was relatively weak, and that the outcome of his all-out defense was still uncertain. But who would have thought that no matter how weak the opponent was, the Earth Immortal level was not to be underestimated. One immortal killing move was almost too much for him to bear.

So how can you put a hammer in this water?

His light green shirt was stained crimson. Yang Pingsheng gritted his teeth and once again channeled his spiritual energy, trying to resist, but was mercilessly crushed and suppressed.

Blood dripped onto the floor.

The wind stopped, and Wang Tiande slowly landed, leaving Yang Pingsheng alone kneeling in the middle of the pit.

"cough……"

He coughed up blood and slowly stood up.

Wang Tiande glanced around at the people around him, and finally his gaze settled on Su Murong: "My son."

Su Murong stood up and clasped his hands in greeting: "Godfather."

"You know him, right? This man disregards military law and trespassed into the main hall. What do you think should be done with him?"

Su Murong lowered his head: "He deserves to die."

"Alright." Wang Tiande clapped his hands and gestured for someone to give her a sword. "Since that's the case, go ahead. It'll be a good opportunity for your father to see your current strength."

Su Murong took the sword, responded softly, and walked up to Yang Pingsheng.

Crimson aura swirled around her, making her appear all the more malevolent.

Yang Pingsheng stared, stunned.

So, she really was...

Even after watching the system's recording, Yang Pingsheng still harbored a sliver of hope, but now, witnessing the blood spiritual energy swirling around her with his own eyes, Yang Pingsheng had no more doubts.

Having met Luo Benmo, he was naturally familiar with the feeling of blood spirit energy. Combined with the Blood Demon Technique that the system had explained to him, he only felt a sense of sorrow.

The idea that there's light in their eyes is all fake.

A person who prioritizes profit will always be a person who prioritizes profit; this will never change, no matter what.

“Blood Spirit Qi… Su Murong, I never expected you to actually participate in the massacre.”

Yang Pingsheng looked at her and gripped his sword tightly: "Why?"

Su Murong remained expressionless.