The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You are my glory."

Su Murong's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked up.

A sudden gust of wind blew up, carrying with it a feeling of love, and rushed towards us.

Su Rouxue's figure faded away, but she was still smiling as she reached out her hand to Su Murong.

"You will always be my honor."

Covered in frost and snow, he finally heard those words.

The journey has been filled with hardship.

Those moments of wavering, hesitation, confusion, and depravity will eventually cease to exist.

Because Su Murong will always be Su Rouxue's glory.

And so, that heart began to boil again, burning fiercely, dispelling the cold of the night and the chill of loneliness.

The wind stopped.

The figure in front of me has disappeared, leaving only faint starlight.

Su Murong's face was streaked with tears, and he remained silent for a long time.

Little Vermilion Bird wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "My lord, the deceased is gone, please don't be too sad."

"Actually, I know everything..."

"Hey?"

"What method of resurrection is there in this world? The dead are dead. Even if there were a celestial technique that could bring someone back to life, why would that person teach it to me?"

Little Vermilion Bird immediately felt guilty and looked away: "My lord, how did you know...?"

Su Murong clearly doesn't understand immortal killing techniques, so how come...

"You've been restless these past few days while practicing your killing moves, and you forced a smile when I asked you, so I guessed a little bit about it."

Su Murong looked at her and said, "But you, you don't dare to tell me the truth. Are you afraid of disappointing me?"

"I'm just afraid of upsetting the Lord. After all, he finally saw hope, but then..."

The little Vermilion Bird drooped its head.

The immortal technique given by the mysterious person was indeed not one that could summon the dead.

Its function is merely to reveal old friends upon reunion; in essence, it is still just a reflection of Su Murong's inner self.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I can't help you, sob sob sob sob..."

Little Vermilion Bird started to cry.

"Okay, stop crying."

Su Murong patted the little Vermilion Bird's head and looked into the distance, towards the direction of Liuyun City.

"Actually, it's okay even if we can't really bring Mother back."

Su Murong is Su Rouxue's glory.

She knew, and always had.

Night fell, and moonlight streamed through the window. Su Murong stared blankly at the moon when the little Vermilion Bird transformed back into its original form, fluttering its wings and flying into Su Murong's arms.

"My lord, what are you thinking about?"

Su Murong snapped out of his reverie, looked at the little Vermilion Bird, and smiled slightly: "It's nothing."

"My lord, are you really going to the Lord's World?"

"Ah."

"But, but..."

There are no "buts".

Su Murong's perspective was projected through the window, falling into the distance.

“That person said I was a female villain, which is why Heaven sent Yang Pingsheng to restrain me and why the world’s will suppressed me. According to him, all the hardships I have experienced are the work of Heaven.”

"In that case, I'll go directly to the main world he talks about and see if the heavens he describes are really as he says."

She spoke softly, her words drifting in the wind, light and airy, as if they could even stir up peach blossoms.

"It's just another ordeal, nothing more."

Chapter 185 The Imperial Star Sways and Mars Rises High

Once you decide to do something, time seems to fly by.

Only three months after Su Murong's return, undercurrents began to stir in the imperial court.

In the thatched hut atop Weihan Peak, Su Murong sat in a chair, flipping through his diary. The candlelight shone on it, reflecting his sorrowful face.

Each stroke of the pen outlines countless scenes of the northern landscape, where the young man lingered for ten years, yet never forgot to care for her.

Straightening up, Su Murong exhaled deeply. The little Vermilion Bird standing to the side blinked and immediately flapped its wings to get close to him.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just thinking about the past."

The little Vermilion Bird fell silent. It knew that Su Murong would be heartbroken every time he opened this notebook.

She didn't burst into tears at the moment of parting, but instead turned the tears that should have burst forth into a gentle stream, repeatedly filling her heart in the countless days and nights that followed.

Ugh……

Our Lord has truly suffered many calamities.

"My lord, we've taken care of several scouts who came to investigate," Little Vermilion Bird said. "Should we make a move?"

"There's no rush. The situation in the Immortal Realm is still uncertain. What's the demon race saying?"

"With Xiaohu here, your request is naturally no problem," Little Vermilion Bird said with a smile. "They unconditionally support you over there!"

The teacups on the table had tea leaves slowly sinking to the bottom. This was the tea that Su Murong had told Yang Pingsheng about, an unknown tea she had grown herself. Now that Yang Pingsheng was gone, she was left alone to slowly drink it.

The tea mist drifted out, spreading into the darkness. Su Murong lowered her head, revealing a rare touch of elegance. Her features were originally similar to Su Rouxue's, but she was usually too lively, which made her seem a bit frivolous. Now that she was quiet, she inevitably showed a touch of ladylike demeanor.

The little Vermilion Bird was curious about the tea. It flew onto the table, pecked at it, and was burned, so it shrank back into Su Murong's arms.

"Your Majesty, what are your plans regarding the Empress?"

“The Empress…” Su Murong stroked the little Vermilion Bird’s feathers, her gaze drifting to the window where peach blossoms and leaves rustled in the darkness. She looked at it and said, “No need to worry. The Empress thinks she can control me with the pills, which is why she set those conditions. I didn’t refuse, partly to stall for time.”

"Yes! I believe His Majesty can handle this. She's just an empress; she can't cause any trouble!"

"Ah."

Su Murong responded, stroking the little Vermilion Bird's feathers. It comfortably tucked its wings in, squatted there, and rubbed against her palm. The courtyard was quiet, and even the rustling of the peach blossoms stopped, disappearing into the darkness.

The moon shone silvery, the tea on the table had turned cold, and the room was as still as water. Su Murong picked up his teacup and looked up at the moon.

call--

Popularity shifted with the wind, extinguishing the candle.

-

Into winter.

Another winter has arrived. The sunlight on the horizon pierces through the darkness, filling the world with a white glow. The cold wind and chilly air, mixed with snow, blanket the entire mountain peak.

Su Murong got up very early, changed into a silver robe covered in patterns, the style of an alchemist's attire, and after a quick wash, she pushed open the door and stood in the courtyard.

"Perhaps I should carry a longsword."

As she was talking to herself, the little Vermilion Bird flew out from behind and landed on her shoulder.

"A longsword? Why? My lord isn't a chivalrous knight." Little Vermilion Bird chattered on. "Actually, my lord could wear a fan, and men's clothing would suit him well too. Hmm... what's that saying again? Ah! A gentleman as jade on the road, unparalleled in the world!"

"No, it's not good when I laugh."

"Yes, Your Majesty must not laugh; it would be too servile."

"...asking for a beating."

As she said this, another person came to mind.

A refined gentleman, dressed in flowing white robes, carrying a long sword, and gently waving a folding fan.

I've never seen him wear this outfit.

If there's a chance in the future, perhaps...

"What are you thinking about?" She shook her head, took a deep breath, and stepped out.

This past year has been something no one could have predicted. The Immortal Realm wasn't exactly bustling, but there was still some activity as immortals interacted and controlled each other's swords across the void. But now, the entire Immortal Realm is utterly desolate.

Su Murong did not use her sword; she simply walked step by step to Wang Tiande's main hall. Despite the cold, the snow, and the long journey, she did not stop, continuing to ascend the steps.

"My lord, I never imagined that your popularity could have such a wonderful use. Adding it to a demon can actually mask its demonic aura."

Su Murong truly lives up to her reputation as a master of popularity. In less than a year, she has already learned to use popularity to disguise herself as a demon. Since demons can transform into human form, the way to distinguish them is by their demonic aura and human aura. Now that the demons are dressed in the cloak of popularity, they naturally deceive the immortals.

Unless someone specifically investigates, who would have thought that tens of thousands of demons had infiltrated the new city?

"A humane killing move..."

Su Murong muttered to himself, then suddenly let out a cold laugh:

“I used to think that immortals were high above and invincible, but now I see that they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs.”

"Your Majesty is divinely mighty! Even if those people are immortals, how could they possibly be a match for you?!"

Little Vermilion Bird flattered Su Murong without hesitation, then imagined her master going on a killing spree, and couldn't help but scream, "Master, you'll definitely slaughter them until rivers of blood flow, right!?"

"No need for that."

Perhaps due to having practiced a humane killing technique, Su Murong now exuded an unfathomable mystery. She walked upwards and then said in a calm tone:

"My popularity is already established; from now on, no immortal will be my match."

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