The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Why, Su Murong?"

Regardless of the plan, this was the question he genuinely wanted to ask.

She had experienced massacres, she had witnessed hell, so why should she become the executioner who caused all of this?

Is it all for...profit?

There was no response.

Su Murong said nothing, but simply raised his sword.

A murderous aura emanated from it, and Yang Pingsheng felt a chilling killing intent.

She really wanted to kill herself.

For her adoptive father, or rather, for the benefits her adoptive father brought her.

Shameless individuals who prioritize profit have turned their murderous intent towards their former friends.

Clang!

The two swords clashed together.

Yang Pingsheng was already injured, and his sword was shattered by the wind pressure. In the clash, he was naturally at a disadvantage. He retreated dozens of steps, and as soon as he looked up, he found that the blood-red spiritual energy was coiling towards him like a python.

Crimson spiritual energy swirled around him, and something entered his abdomen.

Su Murong strode forward, raised his sword, and aimed it at the man's brow.

boom!

Wang Tiande appeared instantly and stopped her sword.

"okay."

He said with a smile, "He's truly talented. If he's not convinced, locking him up for a few days will suffice; there's no need to really kill him."

After saying that, he turned to look at Yang Pingsheng and revealed a devilish smile.

"It doesn't matter if you don't submit to me, sir. In just a few days, I will make you submit."

As the immortal's killing move was unleashed, a black mark appeared on Yang Pingsheng's neck.

A sharp pain shot through me, shaking my very soul.

"Aa ...

This was an unprecedented pain. Even Yang Pingsheng, who had lived through three lifetimes, was in so much pain that his eyes widened and he screamed.

Amidst the screams, Su Murong stood beside Wang Tiande with his head down, coldly watching Yang Pingsheng's cries, like the most docile hunting dog accompanying its master as he enjoyed the prey's struggle.

Chapter 169 Pain

The shame of the Yan Kingdom, the shattering of the Spirit Spring, the ceding of territory by Southern Yan, the chaos of war among the three kingdoms, the separation and death of countless people, and the plunging of the Central Plains into darkness—then, a hundred demons invade, and monsters run rampant. The heroine, attempting to save the dawn from this torment, is betrayed by Su Murong and commits suicide with her sword. Thus, the world collapses, and the people suffer terribly.

The storyline that the system showed Yang Pingsheng ultimately led to this outcome.

Yang Pingsheng sensed something was wrong, so he tried to figure out what was wrong by studying Su Murong's personality, but the undisguised murderous aura told him everything.

Su Murong really wanted to kill him.

The sword tip hovered between his brows; a fraction more and it would have pierced his skull.

Ultimately, it is the will of Heaven.

It can only be the way of Heaven.

Because any slight change in one's behavior can have negative consequences.

Even if that unusual movement was just his idea.

Yang Pingsheng thought of Su Rouxue again, his mother who had endured so much hardship. If he hadn't forced her to change things, would she have been spared such a painful death?

What was she thinking when she hanged herself?

Did she know that her thoughts were arranged by fate?

Did she know that everything was predetermined?

"cough……"

The dungeon was dark and cold. Yang Pingsheng coughed, only able to feel pain in his palms. He felt as if he were being hung up, his toes barely touching the ground.

He took a deep breath, feeling the damp air enter his lungs, and straightened his back to avoid looking bad.

That snow from ten years ago entered his heart in this way.

The system kept emphasizing Su Murong's true nature to him, which he already knew, but he still felt somewhat distressed after these things actually happened.

He didn't know exactly what was bothering him.

"system……"

He called out weakly, his body feeling as if it had fallen into an abyss at the bottom of the sea. Everything around him was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. He struggled to open his eyes, but could not see any light. He could only see the prison door not far away, which reeked of decay.

It was cold and dark, the pain was like maggots clinging to the bone, I could see nothing, hear nothing, and think nothing, as if my very spirit had been frozen.

Suddenly, a warm current flowed into his heart, relieving his pain. At the same time, a familiar voice rang out:

"Hang in there, I'm trying to alleviate the effects of the Immortal Path's killing move."

The heat flow grew stronger and stronger, breaking through the cold and darkness and restoring a brief period of clarity to him.

Like a drowning person suddenly waking up, Yang Pingsheng took deep breaths, opened his eyes abruptly, and waited for the strange feeling on his neck to slowly disappear before letting out a heavy sigh.

"call……"

A sharp pain shot through his palm. He looked up and saw that his hand was pierced and suspended together.

"The chains have been imbued with a celestial killing technique that can block the flow of spiritual energy," the system's voice sounded again. "And the mark on your body is also a kind of celestial killing technique, mainly a slave mark that tortures people's spirits."

The system paused here, seemingly considering how to explain, since it was clear that Wang Tiande's mastery of so many mysterious immortal techniques was hard to justify.

Fortunately, Yang Pingsheng didn't pay attention to that question and instead asked, "Where's Xiao Rong?"

"The female villain, of course she's staying next to her godfather, so what?"

"Didn't she come?"

"No, was there any need to come?"

"Is that so..."

After a long silence, the sound of chains being pulled in the darkness was followed by Yang Pingsheng's weary voice.

"System, I want to sleep for a while."

He closed his eyes: "I'm a little tired."

"Okay, I'll help you calm down."

Mysterious energy enveloped Yang Pingsheng, ultimately causing his consciousness to return to the sea.

The system read aloud softly, as if addressing a familiar person:

"Go to sleep. It will be over when you wake up."

--

night.

Dark clouds filled the sky, obscuring the stars.

Su Murong walked through the military camp with a blank expression.

The dungeon beneath the palace was also built by Wang Tiande using immortal killing techniques. Apart from some prisoners, most of the people imprisoned there were those who had offended him.

The evening breeze couldn't move Su Murong's braided hair, only slightly stirring a few strands, creating a gray shadow. Su Murong's face was terribly cold as she walked straight into the dungeon.

The dungeon guard, who was dozing off, immediately perked up and smiled when he saw Su Murong arrive: "Oh, Lord Su, what brings you here?"

His cold face seemed to melt away as if scalded by lava. Su Murong laughed and said, "Didn't a petty thief offend my godfather before? My godfather sent me to see if that petty thief has submitted."

"Alright, then please show me the general's seal, sir."

Su Murong coughed and handed over a gold bar.

The guard immediately understood, subtly took the item, coughed, and said, "Please come out within ten minutes, sir, so as not to put me in a difficult position."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

The cell door opened, and Su Murong went inside.

A cold, damp air rushed in, torches were placed on both sides of the wall, a heavy stench of blood lingered, and all that could be seen was decay and decay.

Su Murong's expression turned cold again, and without saying a word, he walked towards the innermost cell.

Cracks appeared silently, in an unknown place. No one expected it to turn out like this. Su Murong stopped and looked at the people in the cell.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

Her doctor was hanging in front of her.

He lay in a pool of blood, his entire body stained red, his hands pierced and hanging from the ground, his toes barely touching the ground, his eyes closed, his head bowed. The dark atmosphere of the dungeon made the red stains stand out starkly.

His shirt was removed, and his usually fair skin was now a bloody mess, with congealed blood mixed with torn flesh. His right cheek was almost scalded by a hot iron, and his fingernails, which had been forcibly ripped off, were scattered on the ground, creating a desolate scene.

"call……"

The once spirited young man's breathing became weak, like a flickering candle on a wall.

I can't hear anything.

Su Murong could not hear anything anymore.

Darkness swallowed everything, including her beating heart and the light in her eyes.

A metallic taste rose in my throat, my fingertips turned white, until they pierced my skin.

Something had penetrated deep into her heart, wanting to crush everything.

That year, the snow fell, and the boy didn't return for a long time. The girl was getting anxious and was about to force the group of children to help her find him when the boy returned.

He said, "Reach out."

The girl reached out her hand, and the boy placed the egg in her palm.