The improved female villains regained their memories.

"..."

Yang Pingsheng ignored it and stared at the little girl, only then realizing that the little girl's innocent eyes were fixed on him, even with a hint of flirtation.

Is this what they mean by the will of Heaven? If they say they'll arrange a wife, then they'll arrange one, even if she's only a little older.

He was about to say something when Song Panning sneered, "Is that so?"

She grabbed Lin Wanjun's arm and pulled her up from the ground, saying, "Whose child are you? Judging from your clothes, you shouldn't be from this courtyard."

"Ouch, sister, you're hurting me."

"Pan Ning, don't be so rude," Yang Pingsheng quickly said, reciting his lines, "Let go."

"..."

Song Panning looked at him, her eyes conveying the message, "You've got some nerve, daring to talk back to me."

Yang Pingsheng was somewhat helpless, and could only say in a gentle tone: "Pan Ning, let go first."

Song Panning snorted coldly and let go. The little girl quickly hid behind Yang Pingsheng, tugging at his clothes, and whispered, "My surname is Lin..."

"You're from the Lin family..."

The temples have many powerful forces, all of which are above the people below the mountain, but there are also differences in their size.

The most powerful forces at the top are the Lin and Ling families. These two families lead the entire temple's forces with almost absolute dominance, and even Song Panning's Song family has to yield to them.

The Lin family has two daughters. The elder daughter participated in the new round of goddess candidates but was not selected, while the younger daughter, who had just turned ten, was sent to the academy to study.

Influenced by her parents, Song Panning had certainly heard of the Lin family's daughter's name; if she remembered correctly, it was...

"My name is Lin Wanjun," the little girl said softly. "Wan means gentle and graceful, and Jun means gentleman."

Song Panning's pupils contracted; it was indeed her.

"Pingsheng, come with me and don't have anything to do with this girl."

"what?"

"Hey, you idiot, come here."

Song Panning grabbed Yang Pingsheng's hand unreasonably, trying to pull him away. The little girl was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as the boy was dragged away by the girl.

"Waaah..."

She lowered her head, looked at the fruit on the ground, and let out a sob.

Only after the people had gone far away did she raise her head, her face no longer showing the innocence she had shown before.

"You're gone? Ha, Song Panning, you're still the same as before, always keeping your distance from things that are better than yourself."

Watching Song Panning's figure gradually disappear, Lin Wanjun's eyes became slightly dazed.

"Is your current concern for this Yang Pingsheng also a pretense?"

She observed their interactions and realized how similar they were to their past lives.

"This guy named Yang Pingsheng, what kind of person confesses to such a young girl? Oh well, I've always had a lot of suitors. It's just that I didn't know this Yang Pingsheng in my previous life. Now he's Song Panning's childhood sweetheart. Is this what they call the butterfly effect?"

Lin Wanjun muttered to herself.

Then she chuckled, "If that's the case, then I understand why that mysterious guy made me do that."

Time cycles endlessly, and what was originally destined has already changed since Lin Wanjun's transmigration.

Lin Wanjun thought about it a lot, and finally concluded that it was the butterfly effect mentioned by the mysterious person. Her time travel caused a dramatic change, and a person named Yang Pingsheng took her place. She could also use this to carry out revenge.

But she overlooked one thing.

Yang Pingsheng was not a substitute; in his previous life, he didn't even exist.

He is not a native of this place; he comes from outer space.

Chapter 219 The Devil Lurks in the Shadows

night.

Deep within the Lin family's residence, a turbulent undercurrent was brewing.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy gathered around Lin Wanjun, and her small figure rose and fell like waves.

However, as the spiritual energy ocean became unstable, the entire ring-shaped spiritual sea experienced violent fluctuations, and finally, with a crackling sound, it shattered into fragments.

Lin Wanjun clutched her chest and fell to the ground.

"I failed again. My body is just too weak right now."

She opened her hands, and in her palms was a small, incomplete array.

This incomplete formation is not perfect, and its functions are only one-tenth of those of a complete formation. Even so, it has already consumed a lot of Lin Wanjun's time and spiritual energy. Now, she really has no way to run it again.

Fortunately, the Lin family has a deep foundation, and her expertise is not in controlling spiritual energy, but in circulating her own spiritual energy.

Lin Wanjun took out a pill from her bosom, put it in her mouth, and the pill gradually melted in her mouth. At the same time, her spiritual energy began to recover rapidly.

The previously depleted spiritual energy suddenly became abundant. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth flowed into Lin Wanjun's body continuously, replenishing her spiritual energy. Before she could cultivate her own spiritual root, this was the fastest way she could think of to restore her spiritual energy.

"Again!"

She gritted her teeth and started constructing the spirit array again.

As Lin Wanjun controlled the spiritual energy, the incomplete spirit array began to improve little by little, eventually becoming a complete array.

Lin Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief after succeeding, but then she became nervous again because it wasn't enough for her to just build the formation; she also had to dispel it.

What is meant by "solving the formation"?

Formations can be built, and naturally, they can be broken. A skilled formation master can not only build formations but also break them. There are generally two ways to break formations. The first is to break them by force, like when Luo Benmo broke Wen Shihan's formation (see Chapter 34 of Volume 1). That was to forcibly break the formation with one's own strength. It's more accurate to say that the formation was broken rather than broken. The second way is to follow the structure of the formation and use skillful force to break it, just like a skilled formation master.

In worlds like Wen Shihan's, formations are practically a required subject, with everyone possessing a reconnaissance formation, a warning formation, and a protective formation. Formations are incredibly complex; some can weaken, some can strengthen, and some are imbued with ingenious ideas. In short, fighting an enemy within a formation that benefits you will undoubtedly make your efforts twice as effective.

However, formations have a major flaw: they cannot be moved and can only be set up in fixed areas. Therefore, few people would pursue a career as a dedicated formation master. After all, if you painstakingly set up a highly lethal formation, only to have the enemy not even enter it, it would all be for nothing. Thus, in terms of versatility, it is far inferior to immortal killing techniques.

However, the formation has another advantage: once it is successfully constructed and no one cares about it, it will continue to operate there until the spiritual energy within it is gradually exhausted by heaven and earth. In terms of durability, it far surpasses the killing moves of immortals.

In the mountain city, people generally learn the dance of the goddess. There are only a few immortal killing moves, which are usually learned by men. Others are more likely to learn elixirs. As for formations and talismans, considering that the mountain city does not need them, there are not many people who learn them, or even almost none.

Song Panning was the most talented cultivator Lin Wanjun had ever seen in terms of formations. Without books, teachers, or predecessors to guide her, she had single-handedly forged her own path in formations. Her research in formations kept everyone in the mountain city in the dark, catching them completely off guard.

The mountain city is right here; there's nowhere to run. Once Song Panning's formation is established, no immortal in the entire temple can break it.

Lin Wanjun's research on formations is not as good as Song Panning's. Therefore, she must speed up her pace. If she can't catch up with Song Panning, she must at least keep up with her pace.

The mysterious man has paved the way for her; Lin Wanjun's revenge plan has only just begun.

“Song Panning…”

As she spoke, a flash of inspiration shone in her eyes, amplifying the anger within them even further.

We'll see.

.........

…………

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the Song family residence.

Song Panning's mother was not home, but her father was a kind man. Because he knew Yang Pingsheng's uncle and aunt, he didn't object to Yang's visits (after all, it was common for them), and even welcomed them warmly. At dinner time, he made an excuse that he wasn't hungry and went straight to his study, leaving dinner time for the two of them.

Yang Pingsheng ate his rice with gusto, maintaining his usual persona. However, tonight, his childhood sweetheart didn't serve him food as usual. Instead, she tapped her bowl with her chopsticks, signaling him to look at her.

"Don't eat so fast, I have something to talk to you about."

"Ok?"

"I'm very serious."

A twelve-year-old girl was acting like a little adult. If Yang Pingsheng were really only twelve years old, he might have listened to her. Unfortunately, he had transmigrated here, and his mental age was already much older. The little girl's pretentious act couldn't scare him.

He ate a few more mouthfuls of rice, and finally, under the other person's resentful gaze, he chewed a few more times, swallowed, and then put down his chopsticks and asked, "What is it?"

"Today, that little girl, Lin Wanjun, how did you meet her?"

"While hunting yesterday."

Yesterday, Song Panning had to go to dance practice, so she didn't go hunting with Yang Pingsheng. Little did she know that someone would take advantage of this.

"She's the Lin family's daughter. If I'm not mistaken, she'll be participating in the Goddess pageant just like me. Don't get too close to her."

Then, as if casually, she asked, "By the way, what did she mean when she said she was your fiancée? Didn't you two just meet yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Then she..."

"Maybe it's because I fell in love with her at first sight."

An eerie silence fell over the dinner table.

Song Panning looked at Yang Pingsheng: "You like her?"

"Ah."

"Are you kidding me? This joke isn't funny."

No, I'm serious.

Song Panning fell into deep thought.

Yang Pingsheng waited for her to ponder, wanting to see what the result of Song Panning's contemplation would be.

After pondering for a while, Song Panning expressionlessly picked up the bowl of meat and shoveled it all into her own bowl, leaving him not a single bit.

Yang Pingsheng's eyes widened: "My flesh..."

"That's all," she said coldly and curtly. "You can eat your vegetables."

"You can't eat all of this."

"I can eat it."

"You can't eat that much."

"I said I can eat it."

A cunning and treacherous messenger skilled in disguise, she has her own unique philosophy of venting.