The improved female villains regained their memories.

Amidst the clamor of voices, the leader frowned slightly and said in a spirited voice, "Quiet!"

The voice imbued with spiritual power stunned everyone, and no one dared to speak again. Yang Pingsheng threw down his weapon and took the initiative to extend his hand.

"I'll go with you."

He said.

However, at that moment, a woman's voice rang out loudly.

"stop!"

The crowd parted, making way for a passage.

The girl stood there and shouted:

"Stop it!"

The candidate for goddess stopped the inspector.

She protected him, not letting the temple inspector get any closer, even though she knew what the consequences would be.

At night, they stood on the mountaintop, looking at the brightly lit streets and the bustling human life. Yang Pingsheng said, "If you do this, public opinion will be against you, and you will suffer in the upcoming Goddess election."

The girl remained calm and said, "No, it won't happen."

"Can……"

"Let them say what they want, do what they want, I don't care."

The girl said:

"I don't care about any of it."

.........

The fog was swirling.

Yang Pingsheng covered his head, only then realizing that he was already in a fog.

Everything was a vast expanse of white, making it impossible to see any direction or even the path beneath one's feet.

Just now, he seemed to have fainted, yet he also seemed not to have fainted. In a daze, he seemed to see the figure of that girl.

A series of phantoms appeared, the fifth of the nine figures, arranged from low to high, smiling at him.

A smile dripping with blood.

"1, 2, 3~"

His face suddenly widened.

"My servant, I've found you!"

Yang Pingsheng stood up from the fog.

He was panting, his spiritual energy radiating out at its maximum, trying to break through the fog.

But it was no use. The mist seemed to be a kind of spiritual energy as well, and his spiritual energy was like a drop of water flowing into the ocean to the mist, completely unshakable.

The fog before my eyes gradually took on a human shape.

Yang Pingsheng covered his head, his memories flooding back uncontrollably under the influence of the fog.

A goddess's sacrifice, a dance beneath the temple, flowers of all colors.

Long, long ago, the residents of the mountain town began to worship the heavens.

Large numbers of men brandished weapons, while large numbers of women waved their sleeves.

Slaughter and tenderness are intertwined, but only one person's dance can transcend them.

That was the dance of a goddess.

The year the plan was launched coincided with the abdication of the goddess, and a new goddess had to be chosen from among seven candidates.

Those who can become candidates for goddess are all exceptionally talented. Among them, some have the best sensitivity to spiritual energy, some have the best dance skills, and some have the best appearance.

Each candidate for goddess has a follower who shares joys and sorrows with the goddess.

Goddess candidates can choose followers, and followers can choose to agree or refuse. However, generally speaking, goddess candidates are trained by their families, so their followers are also chosen by their families.

There are two kinds of rules, one overt and one covert, and the same applies to the Goddess Election.

However, one person was special in that year's goddess election.

A mortal displayed strength no less than that of the temple's inhabitants. For he was no ordinary mortal, but an immortal.

The goddess candidates went crazy, all extending olive branches to him, but unexpectedly, he didn't choose the most beautiful one, nor the one with the best dancing skills. Instead, he chose the least likely one.

Song Panning.

He rejected everyone else, but chose her alone.

He said, "Regardless of success or failure, in my heart, she is the best goddess."

Volume 5: The Master of Disguise and the Cunning Messenger

Chapter 215 Song Panning

My father said that in this life, it's enough to do just one thing well.

Everyone is born with a mission from society. For a carpenter, it is enough to do a good job of carpentry; for a blacksmith, it is enough to make good weapons; for a writer, it is enough to write good articles.

For the goddess, it was enough for her to dance well.

The way the goddess senses the will of Heaven is by dancing. In the beautiful dance, the goddess's spiritual energy will automatically unfold, and after Heaven senses it, it will send down its instructions.

The will of Heaven is mostly of two kinds: satisfaction and dissatisfaction. If it is the first, the people of the mountain city will rejoice, because it means they will have a good year ahead. If it is the second, the people of the mountain city will be terrified, because it means the next year will likely be full of disasters.

The heavenly order that protects the mountain city needs a goddess to please it with her dance.

Therefore, the position of the goddess is unshakeable and extremely important. The goddess is rotated every four years, and each time she is rotated, the various forces in the temple will make their moves to compete for power.

There's only one spot, but several factions vie for it; with more wolves than sheep, it's a fight for survival.

Song Panning is a child of the Song family, which is an important force in the temple. In addition, she is the daughter of the family head, so she has been given high expectations since childhood.

So her father said to her, "You only need to do one thing well."

That is dancing.

Cultivating spiritual energy, nurturing spiritual roots, tempering the body and removing impurities—the ultimate goal is to be able to dance.

The spiritual energy from her different spiritual roots moved her graceful figure, and when she danced, even heaven and earth seemed to sway before her.

My father was the high priest of the temple, and in his spare time he would go hunting in the forest.

Those were Song Panning's happiest days. The little girl followed behind her father as they traversed the steep mountain forests. Her father held a longbow, aiming at a doe not far away.

Sunlight fell on the father's bowstring. He exerted force with his wrist and flexed his fingers. In an instant, the bow was full.

The girl stared wide-eyed, anticipating her father's thunderous arrow.

But her father put down the bow, and with a puzzled look in her eyes, pointed to a spot not far away and said to her, "Look."

She looked over and then noticed that there was a fawn following behind the mother deer.

Song Panning remembered that day for many, many years.

The people of this mountain town have never come down from the mountain, nor have they ever been to the outside world.

Her father told her that a long, long time ago, probably before her great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was even born, a human civilization was destroyed.

The demon destroyed human civilization and the world.

Inspired by divine intervention, these people fled into the mountains and established their final refuge there.

Where did the demons come from? Why did they destroy the world? The father didn't say; he only told Song Panning that Heaven had protected them.

That was a long time ago.

War, bloodshed, evil, plague, natural disasters, and man-made calamities—one after another, they shattered the entire human world.

They are the last hope for human civilization.

Heaven protected them, preserving the last seed of humanity.

The last seed took root on the mountain, until it blossomed into civilization once more.

Deep within the temple, there are memorials to the ancestors of the temple families. The Song family's memorial is a tattered flag; the father said that flag was their ancestor's battle flag.

Back then, the world was shrouded in darkness, and it was their Song family ancestor who raised the battle flag, guiding everyone in the right direction.

It was just an ordinary battle flag, but for the Song family, it was the best battle flag.

It wasn't as cool as the Ling family's war bow, nor as imposing as the Lin family's weapons, but when her father brought Song Panning to visit, Song Panning fell in love with it almost at first sight.

The flag held high represents the direction of new life and the hope of life. It is a war bow and a weapon, something that no souvenir can compare to.

This is their battle flag!

The Song family felt honored by this battle flag, but behind the honor lay a tremendous responsibility.

After Song Panning got a little older, she was forbidden from playing and began to learn everything about the competition for goddess.

Her mother was a candidate for the previous goddess, but she lost the election and had been holding a grudge ever since, placing all her hopes on her daughter.

As it turns out, Song Panning may be a qualified cultivator, but she is by no means a qualified goddess.

Her spiritual energy is abundant, but its flow is slow and her internal meridians are blocked, making it extremely difficult for the spiritual energy to circulate within her body. The dance of the goddess requires the spiritual energy to flow throughout her entire body, creating an effect similar to a celestial killing move, bringing the ultimate special effects to the dance and resonating with heaven and earth. This is what makes it the best.

Every time her mentor shook his head in disappointment, Song Panning's mother would anxiously start cursing, blaming her for being stupid and clumsy. It was at this moment that her father would step in, pat her head, comfort her, and secretly slip some delicious fruit into her hand.

"Father, am I really that stupid?" she asked her father, her eyes brimming with tears.

Her father looked at her and said, "Even the most foolish person can be remarkable if they can persevere in doing one thing well."

He tapped her little head and said, "Think more, do more."

So Song Panning began to practice diligently day and night.

Since it's difficult for spiritual energy to circulate within the body, then control the spiritual energy, artificially reduce its width, and increase its speed to gradually open up the meridians.

Just as her father said, she kept practicing, practicing relentlessly, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through the changing of the seasons.