The improved female villains regained their memories.

"...This is a bit difficult."

“?” Su Murong looked up at him.

"The Mother-Child Seal technique can only be used and cannot be taken back." Wang Tiande spread his hands helplessly. "If you forcibly take it back, it may damage your soul and turn you into a mentally challenged person."

Although it's pretty much the same now.

Su Murong gritted his teeth: "In that case, I would like to ask my godfather to hand over control to me."

“Of course, that’s no problem.” Wang Tiande nodded with a smile.

Then, he pretended to remember something and said to Su Murong, "However, you should be careful. The person who has been implanted with the Mother-Child Seal belongs to the person who has control over their body and mind. Not to mention, their mind is now like that of a child."

"What...is it?"

Su Murong stared blankly at Wang Tiande.

A mind...like that of a child?

“That’s right.” Wang Tiande smiled, but the smile was like that of a devil. “That person’s mind has deteriorated, it seems… he’s gone mad?”

A seemingly casual remark struck Su Murong's heart like a heavy hammer.

She didn't know how she answered, nor how she left the place and went to the dungeon.

All she knew was that when she stood in front of the prison door, she saw Yang Pingsheng huddled in the corner, blinking his eyes.

He was still wearing those clothes, his hair was disheveled, his face was dirty, and he looked at him with some fear.

"Open the cell door."

"Yes, sir, please come in."

The guard, bowing low, opened the cell door, about to say something, when he was met with Su Murong's furious shout: "Get out!"

The guard was startled and quickly retreated, leaving only two people in the cold, damp dungeon.

Su Murong recalled that year.

That year, it snowed heavily. She sat against the city wall, hugging her knees, wearing a cloth dress and straw sandals, her arms and legs exposed. Her gray hair was dirty and stuck to the snow. Because she was afraid of the cold, she had piled a lot of straw on her body. Her nose was frozen red and she would sniffle from time to time. In front of her was a wooden board with the four characters "Selling herself to bury her father" written on it.

Her mother was sick, and she couldn't get any money. In desperation, she came up with this idea.

Looking at the white snow, she thought to herself, no matter which unlucky guy comes along, if I succeed, I will definitely make it up to him when I have money in the future.

Then she saw Yang Pingsheng walking over.

He carried a medicine box on his back, his body was weak, and he would be out of breath after taking a few steps, but he was dressed in white, a gentleman, and the snow fell on his eyebrows, so his pure white figure walked into Su Murong's heart.

Yang Pingsheng then, and himself today.

The person I was then, and the person I am today, Yang Pingsheng.

Su Murong's eyes flickered as he walked toward Yang Pingsheng in the corner.

Seemingly frightened, the other person screamed in terror. Su Murong had no choice but to stop and reveal the purple mark on the back of his hand.

The Immortal Path Killing Technique, the Mother-Child Seal, is a type of slave seal, consisting of a mother seal and a child seal. The person possessing the mother seal can control the person imprinted with the child seal, and the imprinted person will also become close to and dependent on the person possessing the mother seal. The biggest drawback of this killing technique is that after using it, other slave-type Immortal Path killing techniques cannot be used. This is why Wang Tiande so generously transferred it to Su Murong.

Under the light of the Mother Seal, Yang Pingsheng calmed down. He closed his eyes and let Su Murong caress him.

"Wa ...

He suddenly burst into tears.

"I don't want to stay here. It's so cold, so dark, and so painful. Please take me away. I'll be a good girl."

Su Murong felt sorry for him and hugged him.

"Don't be afraid, everything is alright now."

She spoke gently, her eyes softening with a rare tenderness.

"I'll take you home."

Go back to the place where only the two of us live.

Returning to a place where I no longer live alone.

Go back to that place that belongs only to them.

Ten years ago, in that courtyard in Liuyun City.

Su Murong smiled and said to Yang Pingsheng, "Let's make a bigger bed so that the two of us can sleep together."

As she spoke, she stepped into the house.

"In that case, there will be two people in this room again."

My beloved mother is dead.

Only Su Murong is left.

Fortunately, she still had Yang Pingsheng.

She also loved Yang Pingsheng.

God has taken away someone she loved.

She won't let it take away the second one.

Chapter 173 Plague

The State of Yan was destroyed.

Although it once ruled the world and gathered all the spiritual energy, it still perished.

Wang Tiande established a state based in the Central Plains, and named it Shangyuan.

Under his leadership, the cultivators of the Central Plains grew stronger and stronger, while everyone else became rebels, and their resistance became weaker and weaker.

Wang Tiande conquered the northern border and swept through the western wilderness, gaining control of three-fifths of the world, except for Nanjun and Donglin, which he had not yet subdued.

The issue in Nanjun is the demon race. The two sides have not been able to reach an agreement. The demon race is not to be underestimated. Before, it was okay because the Yan royal family was there to keep things in check, but now that the royal family is gone, those demons are not afraid of Wang Tiande.

Don't be so sure, Wang Tiande wanted to annex them; to be honest, they had long wanted to head north.

As for Donglin, Guan Yunpeng's daughter, Guan Hongyi, was still alive. She used some unknown method to transform her elite troops into immortals, and then led them to hide in the vast forest. Wang Tiande's vanguard was defeated in their advance.

However, he probably doesn't care about these two groups anymore. In his eyes, the world is now his, and he'd rather let his subordinates deal with Guan Hongyi and the demon race's problems.

So, three years later...

The site of the former capital of the Yan State is now called Xincheng.

The new town is also divided into three levels: the outer area, the middle area, and the fairy area.

Unlike the capital city, because there is no constraint of the spiritual spring, immortals can live anywhere. This means that in some areas of the middle level, you can also see immortals who want to seek enlightenment in the mortal world. Of course, most immortals still live in the Immortal District. Unlike the Imperial District of the past, the Immortal District is larger and more spacious, even encompassing several mountain peaks.

Those who could live on the mountain peak, besides those with powerful immortal abilities, were mostly Wang Tiande's confidants. They had all followed Wang Tiande all the way and helped him with many secret tasks.

Among these peaks is one named Weihan Peak. There is no mysterious fairy palace or grand palace on the peak, only a simple thatched hut.

It can't be called shabby. Compared to the thatched huts of the poor, this thatched hut is undoubtedly much sturdier. It looks beautiful overall and even has a separate courtyard with peach trees planted in it.

A fiery red shadow suddenly darted out from high above and darted up into a tree in a flash.

The door of the thatched hut slammed open, and a boy chased after it, watching the figure fly up into the tree, and sighed with a touch of melancholy.

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a pill, holding it in his palm. He cautiously looked up at the tree and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to take it?"

There was no movement in the tree.

The boy persisted: "The poison won't kill you."

This time, there was a long silence in the tree before a childlike voice rang out: "You're talking nonsense!"

She learned this phrase from the Lord, and now it finally has a chance to be put to use.

The boy was disappointed: "Do I really not have the talent to be a doctor?"

“Yes.” The loli voice was uncompromising. “Not only do you not have the talent to be a doctor, but you don’t even have the talent to be a chef. Eating other people’s food costs money, but eating yours costs your life.”

The boy ran into the house crying. Just as he ran inside, a little girl's head popped out from the tree. She was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, had her hair in a bun, and her bright, sparkling eyes had a unique charm.

"If I don't go to hell, whoever wants to go can go. I'm not going to eat your piece of junk."

Little Vermilion Bird spoke smugly, then turned her head and saw a woman standing at the gate of the courtyard. The woman had gray hair, wore the clothes of an alchemist, had a sword at her waist, and looked at her indifferently.

Little Vermilion Bird was quite frightened. He scrambled down from the tree and ran to the woman's side, grinning sheepishly, "My lord, you're back!"

Su Murong glanced at her, then looked in the direction of the thatched hut, and asked in a calm tone, "Did you bully him again?"

"My lord, you've been wronged!" Little Vermilion Bird cried out immediately. "I really didn't bully him! I just didn't want to eat the pills he made!"

"It's just a pill, so what if you take it? It's no big deal."

"My lord, you don't know this, but that stuff contains centipedes, scorpions, and dung beetle legs. Not only does it taste incredibly bitter, but it also gives you diarrhea!"

She believed the boy's nonsense last time and almost collapsed from exhaustion after eating it.

Su Murong raised an eyebrow: "It's just a pill, why make such a fuss? Let me see it."

"My lord, look!"

Little Vermilion Bird hurriedly took out the one that the other had forced on her and handed it to Su Murong. Su Murong looked at it from left to right, and then swallowed it while the latter was dumbfounded.

"Not bad." After savoring it for a while, Su Murong gave her evaluation: "A good tonic, not bad."

Little Vermilion Bird gasped.

She knew her master favored the boy, but she didn't expect it to be to the point of disregarding the facts. If one day the boy pointed at a deer and said it was a horse, her master would probably agree and say it was a horse.

Ignoring the protests of his mouth and taste buds, Su Murong patted Little Zhuque's head and said, "Alright, you know how old he is, just be lenient with him."

Little Vermilion Bird's eyes widened: "What the hell...!"

Is there no justice left in this world?

That boy looks like a boy, but he's not actually that old. He's just a little younger in appearance and mind. How can you say he's younger than her?

Damn it, forever eight years old, huh?

Little Vermilion Bird wanted to protest, but when she looked up and saw her master's cold gaze, she decisively backed down: "What my master says is true. I will give in to him in the future."

"When you're not home," she thought to herself.