The improved female villains regained their memories.

The moonlight, like water, flowed over him. He sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, resting his chin on his hand, gazing at the blue sky in the distance, lost in thought, and sighed deeply.

How can I make Qingtian understand my meaning?

Monsters have all sorts of personalities; some are arrogant, some are haughty, some are humble, and some are mean. But no matter what kind they are, monsters are intelligent beings and are among the only two beings in the world that can cultivate. As long as humans can communicate with them, there is a possibility of taming them.

However, Qingtian's mind seemed a bit simple; there were many things the little boy couldn't explain to her.

"Ugh... what should I do?"

He rubbed his temples, his head aching. He looked up, about to say something, when he noticed Qingtian staring intently at the dyed cloth drying in the yard.

These are products from their shop, and they just happened to be airing them out today. Looking at Qingtian's appearance, he suddenly had an idea and stepped forward to ask, "Qingtian, are you very interested in colors?"

Qingtian turned to look at him, and at the same time turned to look at Bu.

"Is that so..."

The little boy had an idea.

The next day, he took a day off and spent the whole day making what he wanted.

"This thing is a flag."

The little boy waved the flag in his hand, signaling to the sky to look over.

"This is the red flag, this is the green flag, this is the yellow flag, this is the blue flag, and this is the black flag."

She placed the little boy in front of her and introduced him one by one.

The flags the little boy made were actually just dyed thin cloth tied with a wooden stick, extremely rough, but it was these flags that attracted Qingtian, making her able to calm down and listen, which was rare for her.

The little boy waved the red flag in his hand, then pointed to the stone mill next to the yard, ran over and hit the millstone, and then ran back.

Qingtian watched quietly, lost in thought.

"When I wave the red flag, it means attack. At that time, you just need to shoot in the direction the red flag is pointing. Qingtian, do you understand what I mean?"

The little boy spoke and gestured, while Qingtian listened silently.

When the little boy waved the red flag and pointed it in the direction of the millstone, a miracle occurred. Qingtian's hand, imbued with demonic energy, pounced and punched the millstone.

Boom! The millstone shattered into pieces.

"Great, Qingtian, you finally understand what I mean!!"

The little boy shouted with joy, but then realized something and his expression changed drastically.

"Ughhhhhh, my stone mill!!!"

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The flag represents a qualitative breakthrough; from this moment on, the communication between the little boy and the blue sky is broken.

Starting with the three basic primary colors—red for attack, blue for defense, and green for escape—the little boy began to refine his control over the colors of the blue flag and anticipated all possible scenarios.

After initially familiarizing the sky with three flags, the little boy added two more colors—yellow, for returning to standby; and black, for free movement.

Although we couldn't communicate about Qing Tian's skills based on the colors of the flags, it was enough.

Thus, several years later—

"King Mang, use the steel bite."

"Stop arguing, I'll take care of it myself."

On the academy's training ground, two boys stood outside the circle, while inside the circle were their respective monsters.

One is a young girl in a green dress, and the other is a ferocious saber-toothed tiger. Judging from the performance alone, it's like Beauty and the Beast.

However, the beauty is the one beating the beast.

"Wow, amazing! Is this what a transformed monster looks like?"

"And it seems that communication is very simple, just waving a flag is enough."

"As expected of Senior Song, who is the top student in the academy, he is far ahead of many others in terms of demon taming."

The onlookers, young boys and girls, chattered excitedly. Many of the girls expressed their admiration for the young man, who remained calm and composed, holding the flag and remaining silent, like a dignified general in an army, a stark contrast to the panicked boy on the other side.

“Your Highness, I already told you to keep your distance from her. She has extremely strong physical strength. If you fight her like this, you will suffer.”

"Shut up, I can see for myself!"

The saber-toothed tiger roared and then lashed out with its tail.

Qingtian lightly leaped to dodge the attack, then his fist, imbued with demonic and spiritual energy, slammed down like a storm.

The saber-toothed tiger was taken aback, its face showing fear: "You monster, how can you use spirit summoning..."

Before it could finish speaking, a loud boom was heard as Qingtian shattered its protective demonic aura with a single punch, creating a large crater.

King Mang bled profusely and immediately fainted.

"King Mang!!"

The boy screamed in terror and rushed toward the pit. Qingtian looked up and saw someone coming. Just as he was about to open his mouth and eat him, he heard a voice from behind.

"The blue sky."

The boy, with a slightly magnetic voice, was steady, relaxed, and calm. Hearing the familiar voice, Qing Tian turned his head and saw the boy waving a yellow flag in his hand.

She glanced at the saber-toothed tiger in the pit and the boy rushing towards her, snorted coldly, touched the ground with her toes, did a mid-air turn, and landed next to the boy.

"You've worked hard." The boy smiled at her.

Qingtian tilted his head and didn't reply; it had been the same for so many years.

"The winner is Song Qihao."

The mentor waved his hand, announcing the winner.

When Song Qihao led Qingtian onto the stage, his long-awaited followers surrounded him, showering him with concern and greetings.

"Senior Song, may I ask you how you usually communicate with Qingtian?"

"Senior Song, do you have any techniques for taming demons?"

"Senior Song, could you tell me the story of how you met Qing Tian?"

Questions arose one after another, mostly from girls. Song Qihao smiled and responded to each one. Qing Tian stood behind, frowning and puffing out his cheeks, seemingly dissatisfied.

A girl tried to touch Qingtian, but was scared away by a look from him and could only laugh awkwardly.

Qing Tian tugged at Song Qihao's sleeve. The boy seemed to sense it, turned his head, and saw Qing Tian open his mouth, point to his mouth, and say aggrievedly, "Hungry."

Over the years, Qingtian had fully transformed. Not only had her body become that of a young girl, but she also no longer possessed the characteristics of a snake. At this moment, she opened her cherry-like mouth, not as if she wanted to eat, but rather as if she was being coquettish.

Song Qihao smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

Then, he turned around, cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd, and said, "Gentlemen, I know you have many questions to ask, but now is a crucial moment in the competition, and Qing Tian also needs to recuperate. After the competition, I would be happy to discuss them with you all."

"Yes, yes, now is the crucial time of the competition, Senior Song should take good care of himself."

"Senior Song, not only Qingtian, but you yourself also need to get some rest."

"Senior Song, may I bring you food?"

The chatter was deafening, but considering there were still matches to be played, everyone reluctantly left in the end.

Having finally managed to get through it, Song Qihao sighed slightly, turned his head, looked at Qingtian, and smiled: "Let's go back, Mother has stewed chicken."

"Ah."

Want to hold hands?

"Ah."

Chapter 227 Song Qihao's Upright Ruler

The moonlight was deep, and Song Xingtian put down his teacup. The two had been talking until late at night.

During this time, Song Panning's mother came over to urge them to eat, but was sent back. At this point, both father and daughter were hungry, but neither of them looked tired.

Song Panning's face remained calm, but her eyes sparkled with interest. Seeing her father stop, she subconsciously urged, "And then?"

The fact that the temple's power was able to occupy this place and rule the mountain city is, frankly speaking, all thanks to the efforts of their ancestors. No one without a family would feel proud of their ancestors, and Song Panning was no exception.

She had heard stories of the Song family ancestors since she was a child and seen the Song family memorials in the temple. Now that her father was saying this, she was naturally very interested.

However, Song Xingtian just smiled and didn't continue: "Ning'er, you must be hungry after listening for so long. Go find your mother and have some pastries."

“Since Father has already brought this up, why keep us in suspense?” Song Panning shook her head. “Why don’t you just tell us everything at once?”

Song Panning dislikes two types of people the most: those who tell riddles and those who never finish their sentences.

"Hehe, so be it."

He got up to pour tea, giving Song Panning a cup and then one for himself, slowly savoring the aroma before speaking softly:

"As with everything in the world, the moon wanes after it is full, and water overflows when it is full. My ancestor, Song, was the same. He subdued a snake demon and became the master of demon taming in just a few years, but then he suffered a setback..."

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"Does Heaven want me to hand over the blue sky to you?"

Song Qihao's face flushed red, and he almost cursed out loud, but considering that the other party was an envoy of the Divine Sect, he simply held back.

"Student Song, you don't understand what kind of being the demon you've come into contact with really is. We've considered your feelings, but this is a serious matter, and we can't act impulsively. How about this: if you hand over Qingtian, we'll compensate you with a rare demon beast, and it'll be a cub at that. You can grow a bond with it from a young age. Even if it's an adult demon beast, we can let you sign a life-and-death contract with it. What do you think?"

Although the cult envoy said this, his tone was aggressive. Just as Song Qihao was about to retort, his tutor spoke up: "Your Excellency, my student has a very good relationship with Qingtian. Please give him some time."

"...Yes, but I hope it will be as soon as possible."

The cult's envoy left, and Song Qihao could no longer hide his anger. He said to his mentor, "Since I consider Qingtian a companion, I will never hand her over. Teacher, don't you often teach us that demonic beasts are our companions, not our tools? We should treat them as friends. How can we treat our friends like that?"

"Qihao," his mentor said earnestly, "the Divine Cult can communicate with the Heavenly Dao, and its envoys are not to be offended. Since he wants you to hand it over, then hand it over."

"What..." Song Qihao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his worldview collapsing. "Teacher, why..."

"Qihao, not everything in this world goes smoothly."

He returned home at night, and Qingtian was waiting for him.

The girl in the green dress sat on the threshold, hugging her knees, still as innocent and adorable as when they first met, tilting her head to look at him.

He looked at her, his gaze softening, while his resolve hardening.