The improved female villains regained their memories.

Not only that, even immortals might abandon their cultivation methods and turn to Su Murong's cultivation system. If that really happens, the entire Five Continents will fall.

Su Murong's statement that "all the popularity in the world belongs to me" is not just empty talk.

"Just imagine how powerful Su Murong will become, with the popularity of the entire world," Xuanwu said with a wry smile to Qinglong and Baihu.

The Azure Dragon and the White Tiger fell silent at the same time, exchanging bewildered glances and realizing the terror lurking within.

"What exactly is that guy trying to do?" Qinglong asked. "Didn't that Suzaku say that her master is a very ambitious person, a person who cares about the world? This guy clearly sees the world as his own possession."

"Yes."

Xuanwu nodded and stopped talking, letting Qinglong and Baihu think.

Xuanwu is in charge of absorbing the spiritual energy of the north, and the north is associated with water and wisdom. She can understand many things that others cannot.

Considering the well-being of the world? Ha, forget it.

A true hero is one who harbors lofty ambitions, possesses brilliant strategies, has the capacity to encompass the universe, and the will to swallow the heavens and earth. His constant talk of building houses is nothing more than a way to deceive those around him.

Aspirations are like a guiding light in one's heart, illuminating the way when one is confused. How can one casually tell others about them?

Xuanwu didn't know whether Su Murong had always been like this or had changed afterward, but she could still guess a little about her true ambitions.

At that time, after the man and the beast finished their conversation, they walked out of the cave. The scenery in the northern border was beautiful, and Su Murong looked at the scenery in the distance and couldn't help but recite a poem.

It was this poem that made Xuanwu determined to follow her.

[Even if such a person isn't a hero, she's still a remarkable figure of her time,] Xuanwu thought to himself. [If I could follow in her footsteps, I would surely see many more different sights.]

This world is so boring.

She slept all day and had no interest in anything. She was one of the four spirits of heaven. Although she had a defect, she was proud and would never easily submit to anyone.

Fine, fine, let me see just how far you can go.

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"My lord, my lord, the humanistic cultivation method has been promoted. Just as you predicted, a large number of people have surrendered, and the situation in the Central Plains has been stabilized in an instant."

Su Murong sat in a chair in the main hall, idly flipping through a book. Watching the little Vermilion Bird chirp and run in, he calmly replied, "Is that so?"

"Yes, even the demon race doesn't dare to make any moves for the time being." Little Vermilion Bird pounced on her, blinking her eyes as she spoke. "The situation in Southern Yan has suddenly become unstable. I heard that many people are searching for the Southern Yan emperor."

"normal."

Su Murong turned the pages of the book and said, "Once they are familiar with this system, we can use the reward and punishment mechanism to control it."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Seeing his little Zhuque looking so happy, Su Murong shook his head helplessly and picked her up.

Wise? Ha, it's just that he saw through human nature.

Human nature, to put it bluntly, is driven by greed. As long as you can offer a set of benefits to share with the world, then the world will naturally follow you.

As long as there is a continuous demand for the benefits you provide, the world can be driven in an endless stream, and the reward and punishment mechanism is the key driving force.

"By the way, Your Majesty, the Empress's younger brother has come to apologize, saying that he hopes you will spare his and his sister's lives."

"I see." Su Murong nodded and said, "Approved."

Little Vermilion Bird was puzzled and asked in confusion, "My lord, they schemed against you before, are you just going to let them live?"

"Well, let them go. They're not important to me."

"Our lord is righteous!"

Benevolence and righteousness? Ha, not at all.

Both that person and the Empress fell for Su Murong's humane killing move. Since Su Murong will eventually win over the world's popularity, those two won't be able to escape anyway. It's better to release them now and give them some hope.

Holding the little Vermilion Bird, a sharp glint flashed in Su Murong's eyes where she couldn't see.

She would never forget how she knelt down and called him "Mother," nor would she forget why Yang Pingsheng harbored such hatred for her. Those cries of "Mother" from the Empress's palace still echoed in her ears, and the seeds of revenge had long been sown in her gloomy heart, blossoming into a twisted flower.

"The situation in the Central Plains has been settled. What remains is to win over the new aristocratic families and promote the humanistic cultivation system."

"The Southern Yan clan entrusted the task to the demon race, a prince from a bygone era, who can't stir up any trouble."

"The Northern Territory and the Western Wilderness are just a bunch of rabble, armed with scraps of Wang Tiande. How can they possibly contend with my system?"

"Finally, in Donglin, the only one who can put up a little resistance is Guan Hongyi. I have already planted a pawn next to her, just waiting for the day she will break out. Then someone will naturally bring her to my doorstep."

Su Murong put down the little Vermilion Bird, and under its adoring gaze, stood up and looked into the distance:

"The world is in chaos because of me, but it will take at least a year, or at most three years, before I sweep across the eight wastelands and conquer the five regions!"

"My lord, my lord!"

Little Vermilion Bird waved her hand, "Is it really okay for you to just hand over the human cultivation system like this? What if someone more powerful than you appears?"

This will never happen.

Little Vermilion Bird only knew that Su Murong had promoted his own cultivation system, but she didn't know what system he was promoting. It wasn't a humane cultivation system at all, but a popularity cultivation system.

If the popularity cultivation system is truly popularized, then just as Su Murong told Xuanwu, at that time, all the popularity in the world will belong to her.

This is Su Murong's plan, this is Su Murong's idea.

She will carry the popularity of the world to the main world and survey the vastness of the mountains below.

But Little Vermilion Bird didn't know any of this, so she just smiled slightly and said to Little Vermilion Bird, "That won't happen."

"why?"

"Because I am Su Murong."

Su Murong, the fourth female villain.

On another timeline, she rose from humble beginnings, and countless people died for her.

"Be patient. Those who achieve great things in ancient times not only possessed extraordinary talent, but also unwavering perseverance. How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?"

Gui Jianchou raised his arms and shouted in the yellow sand, dying to help Su Murong in the northern border.

"Lord Su Murong is a god. Sooner or later, she will stand at the pinnacle of the world, and she will bring true harmony to the world. I have always firmly believed this! It is my honor to follow such a person and die for such a figure. In fact, I took the initiative to propose this mission to Lord Su Murong because I was already prepared to die! Haha ...

The eagle laughed wildly in the sky, flapped its wings and soared high, only to die in battle above the inner city.

"I've lived a muddled life for decades, never having any grand ambitions, nor accomplishing anything significant. Meeting you in my lifetime is the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. It's just a pity I won't live to see your success. But I believe you will succeed. I think everyone in the world believes you will succeed. We are willing to believe that..."

Bathed in the morning sun, facing south, it slowly exhaled, and died with a smile in the sunlight.

Su Murong changed, but he didn't change anything.

She still had a keen eye for human nature, remained as captivating as ever, and the light in her eyes never faded.

"According to the mysterious man, Yang Pingsheng is backed by the Heavenly Dao, and he came to change me because he was afraid that I would destroy the will of the world."

"But the mysterious man's words may not be credible. He altered your memories and made arrangements early on to get you to help me. He himself came to find me a few days after Yang Pingsheng left."

"If it weren't for the fact that on the day Yang Pingsheng died, I saw his spirit floating in the air observing me after I returned, I'm afraid I would have really been fooled."

Formulas for regulating Qi.

More than a decade ago, in Liuyun City, Guijianchou taught her.

The young girl was exceptionally talented and grasped the profound meaning of it. While learning alchemy from Master Qian, she initially condensed a pill of human energy in her dantian.

However, Mr. Qian said, "Remember, you must not reveal this to anyone."

Therefore, Su Murong kept it a secret for a full ten years.

She was decadent, confused, and lost; even when she was most addicted to the drug, she didn't tell anyone.

Over the course of ten years, as his inner energy circulated, Su Murong's popularity grew increasingly robust.

Then she saw... that ball of light.

The orb of light floating beside Yang Pingsheng, monitoring him.

Everything in the world possesses energy (qi).

When a person is alive, they have vitality; when they die, they have death.

Yang Pingsheng's corpse was filled with an aura of death.

However, the Human Qi Pill, which had been circulating for more than a decade, had already endowed Su Murong with the ability to see through the spiritual energy.

"Doctor, you really put on a good show for me."

Su Murong smiled and looked into the distance.

At the palace gate, the sun shone brightly, yet it could not penetrate the darkness of the deep palace.

Yang Pingsheng put on a good show for her, so she put on a good show in return.

She was distraught, devastated, and felt like she was living a life worse than death.

She looked at Yang Pingsheng, clutched her chest, and felt a deep sense of guilt spreading across the world.

So even the soul can feel guilt? Su Murong wondered.

But that's not enough.

That's not enough, Doctor!

How could I, Su Murong, shrink into this small world and be used as a pawn by others?

"Doctor, I finally understand. The most terrible disease in the world is not poverty, but ignorance!"

"Whether it's you, the mysterious man, or that bullshit Heavenly Dao, do you think I, Su Murong, would cower here forever out of ignorance and fear? I'm here to tell you, you're wrong!"

"I also want to go and see the blue sky!"

"My lord?" This was the first time Zhuque had seen Su Murong like this, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes, feeling both excited and fearful.

Such a lord, with a gleam in his eyes, seemed to be able to pierce through the heavens.

How terrifying.

But he's so handsome.

"No mortal has ever been able to defeat an immortal. Now, I have done it, but I cannot stop here. I want to challenge the highest, even the heavens. I might just be able to fight them."

Su Murong stepped out of the palace gate and gazed into the distance, her beautiful eyes seeming to pierce the sky.

Little Vermilion Bird followed closely behind, only to hear its master chanting softly: