The improved female villains regained their memories.

"So what if it's a religious sect? I absolutely cannot hand over Qingtian."

The Divine Cult is the greatest power in the world. It is said to be able to communicate with the Heavenly Dao. The leaders of the Divine Cult have the ability to manifest the Heavenly Dao. They act in the name of the Heavenly Dao, and no one in the world dares to defy their authority.

The Divine Cult demanded Qingtian, claiming that Qingtian was an unparalleled evil spirit and that if it was not brought back to the Divine Cult to suppress it, it would surely harm the world in the future.

The flame in the boy's eyes burned brighter and brighter. He had overcome all the hardships he had experienced in his youth. Now, even if it were a cult, what could they do to him?

"There is always a way out. As long as I risk my life, I will always be able to fight my way out."

The boy almost roared in his heart.

However, the temple's power was simply too great. So what if he was the leader of demon taming? The temple could crush him as easily as crushing an ant.

"If only I had someone protecting me, wait, I could do that!"

Song Qihao was a young hero with many admirers. He remembered that among them was a girl named Zhang Wanrong. Her father was a member of the upper echelons of the Divine Sect, making her a true heiress.

This rich young lady has liked Song Qihao for quite some time now; everyone in the academy knows it, and even Song Qihao himself knows it. However, Song Qihao has no feelings for her whatsoever, so he has repeatedly rejected her.

“Zhang Wanrong is extremely ugly. She only came to me to save face.” Song Qihao saw through it all. “I heard that she was rejected when she was in love with him. In a fit of anger, she swore to her ex that she would find someone better than him. Ha, Zhang Wanrong is just using me as a comparison tool.”

He understood many things, but now, if he wanted to keep the heavens clear, he had no other way.

Someone joked with him, saying that although Zhang Wanrong was ugly and didn't truly love him, her father was a high-ranking member of the cult. If Song Qihao married her, he would rise to prominence overnight. At the time, Song Qihao took it as a joke, but now he couldn't laugh.

He thought to himself, "The cult's envoy has already arrived and met with my mentor. He won't give me much time. If I were with Zhang Wanrong, the cult's envoy wouldn't make things too difficult for me because of her father. But if this doesn't work, he might come back again. Damn it, damn it! Is my family's decline such that I can only be slaughtered like meat on a chopping board?!"

The cult's messenger said that Qingtian was a demon, but Song Qihao didn't take it seriously at all. After all, when he was in trouble, it was Qingtian who helped him, not some cult messenger.

Demons? The Way of Heaven? Song Qihao didn't care about any of that.

However, in order to keep Qingtian, he had to sacrifice his love.

He walked up to Qingtian, and the girl gently looked up, gazing at him silently.

He reached out and touched Qingtian's head, his eyes already filled with tears.

Qingtian blinked, puzzled.

"A true man has principles; he knows what to do and what not to do. Hunger and hardship cannot defeat me, so what do these things matter? As long as I can keep justice, as long as I can have justice by my side, what does it matter if I marry a woman I don't love?!"

He has made up his mind.

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"Qingtian, what's wrong with you?"

boom!

A flying stone came hurtling towards him, which he dodged to the side. As he looked up, he saw a girl in a green dress lightly skipping and running towards the roof.

He sighed helplessly and still didn't chase after them.

He had been married to Zhang Wanrong for two months. During this time, with Zhang Wanrong's father in charge, the cult had indeed not made him hand over Qingtian again.

The cult's envoy from back then is now a nobody, and no one even dares to meet him. Song Qihao has an amazing talent for training demons, coupled with his own considerable combat strength, and with his father-in-law as his guarantor, he has climbed higher and higher within the cult's power.

However, he was not happy.

Zhang Wanrong was an arrogant and domineering woman. She married him out of vanity, and even in public, she showed him no respect whatsoever. As for Qingtian, after their marriage, he stopped obeying her orders and even started throwing tantrums.

A servant quietly approached him and whispered, "Young master, Miss requests that you return to your room."

"understood."

In the middle of the night, he came out of his room, went out of the courtyard gate, and wandered in the path.

Resentment and anger spread through his heart.

[Zhang Wanrong is simply outrageous!] His eyes practically spitting fire. [She actually wants to send my mother back to that old house, leaving her to fend for herself, just because she thinks she's old and useless. How hateful! How hateful! Now I have wealth and status, but I've lost my freedom, and I can't even provide my mother with a better life.]

pat.

A dead rat fell at his feet.

He looked up and saw Qingtian standing on the tree, his eyes like will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, staring at him eerily.

“Justice!” he said, both amused and exasperated. “How many times have I told you, I don’t eat dead rats.”

He took out a yellow flag and began to wave it. Qingtian jumped down from the tree and stood in front of him.

"Qingtian, you're not angry anymore, are you?"

"Ah."

"Why aren't you angry anymore?"

"Looking inside makes me feel uncomfortable."

She spoke, then fell silent and stopped talking.

Song Qihao's heart softened, and he thought to himself, "I have not failed the heavens, and the heavens will not fail me. No matter what, I have already gone this far for the sake of the heavens, so what is there to regret? It's just a pity that I can't be filial to my mother at her side. I can only secretly send people to take care of her more."

He touched Qingtian's head and sighed, just like when he was young.

Wealth and fame, I have it all.

However, the troubles have not decreased as much as they did when I was young.

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boom!

study.

Hearing the commotion below, Qing Tian, ​​who was sitting on the roof, jumped down and hid behind the window to look. Inside the room, Song Qihao was smashing things and throwing a tantrum.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous! You vicious woman, I'll kill her!"

"Think it over, brother! You can't kill Zhang Wanrong!" a follower pleaded.

"How can I not kill her?" Song Qihao roared. "My mother was seriously ill, and she detained all the people I sent there, concealing the news and letting my mother starve to death at home until maggots crawled out of the door before they were discovered. Why did she do this? Why did she do this! My mother is already gone, why did she have to be so ruthless?! If I don't kill that vicious woman, I'm unworthy to be a son, unworthy to have studied the books of sages!"

"Brother!" The follower knelt down and pleaded, "Zhang Wanrong's father is currently being promoted and has entered the core of the cult, the Thirty-Six-Person Meeting. Only through his recommendation can you possibly get in in the future. And think of Qingtian, think of us. If you kill Zhang Wanrong, what will happen to Qingtian? What will happen to those who follow you and those who are loyal to you?"

Song Qihao was stunned, but his face was contorted with rage and his eyes were filled with gloom.

"Brother, ancient sages who wanted to accomplish great things would always conceal their true intentions, suppress their emotions, avoid being distracted by trivial matters, and wait in the shadows for their opportunity," the follower cried. "Even if they wanted to kill Zhang Wanrong, it certainly wouldn't be now!!"

Song Qihao remained silent for a long time. Then, like a deflated balloon, he sighed and said, "Yes, even if we want to kill Zhang Wanrong, now is not the time. What we should do now is to hide."

After the followers left, Song Qihao bent down to pick up the broken things on the ground. Just as he was about to pick up the cup, another hand reached out from the side and picked it up for him.

It was Qingtian; she was squatting on the ground picking them up with him.

He looked up and his gaze met Qingtian's.

No, I'm not angry.

"Qingtian said."

"I'll help you."

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The atmosphere in the study was somber.

Looking at his father-in-law, who sat silently in the main seat, Song Qihao cautiously asked, "Father-in-law, is there really no room for negotiation regarding Qing Tian's matter?"

The father-in-law slowly shook his head: "The matter of Qingtian involves far too much. I didn't understand it before, but now that I've joined the meeting of the thirty-six, I understand that imprisoning Qingtian in the Abyss Demon Cave is an instruction from Heaven. Otherwise, this world would probably be destroyed."

“Father-in-law, you know that Qing Tian has never intended to harm anyone, and I am her companion, having grown up with her since childhood. I can keep her in check,” Song Qihao said anxiously. “Could the Heavenly Dao's instructions be wrong? Qing Tian…”

The father-in-law raised his hand to stop Song Qihao: "Qihao, the will of Heaven is never wrong. You will understand many things when you sit in my position. In short, I am telling you now: cooperate with the Divine Cult's guards, capture Qingtian, and imprison him in the Abyss Demon Cave."

Seeing Song Qihao's silence, his father-in-law's tone softened a bit, and he said, "Qihao, I know that you and Qingtian have done a lot for me over the years, and you have also suffered a lot of grievances. How about this, after this matter is over, I will nominate you as a candidate for the Thirty-Six-Person Meeting, so that you will have the right to listen to and offer suggestions. What do you think?"

"..."

There is no other way.

Tonight, Song Qihao could no longer tolerate Zhang Wanrong and had a big fight with her. He was kicked out of the room and stood alone on the porch.

Rain was falling outside the window, dripping and pattering. Zhang Wanrong had ordered the servants to leave him alone, so no one dared to approach Song Qihao.

As Song Qihao approached middle age, he stood under the rain-drenched porch, gazing at the scenery outside, lost in thought.

Dark clouds gathered, and within them, thunder dragons danced.

Boom!

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and Song Qihao stepped into the rain, waving a yellow flag.

Boom!

After the second lightning flash, a girl in a green dress appeared in front of Song Qihao, also getting wet in the rain, and tilted her head to look at him.

The two stared at each other in the rain. After a long while, Song Qihao spoke coldly: "Qingtian, from now on, you are free."

Qingtian blinked.

“Look carefully.” Song Qihao took out a black flag and waved it. “See? This is the color of the flag I’m waving. But it’s not temporary; it’s permanent. From now on, you’re free. You don’t need to follow me anymore.”

Qingtian's pupils suddenly contracted, and her unchanging expression finally showed a change. She took a step forward, wanting to take his hand, but he dodged her.

"What are you doing here? Can't you see the color of the flag I'm holding? I told you to get lost!!"

Song Qihao roared angrily, looked up and kicked Qingtian, but the kick landed on the protective demonic energy, causing him to fall into the mud instead.

Qing Tian bent down to help him up, but the man dodged him again. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes red, and roared, "Haven't you seen enough of my pathetic state? Get out! I'll make you get out!"

Qing Tian withdrew his hand, turned around and left without saying a word.

She left just like that, her familiar green dress disappearing into the rain and fading from his memory.

Song Qihao knew that his benevolent ruler would never return.

Chapter 228 Success and Fame

Chamber of Secrets.

Song Qihao's follower sat down in front of him, his face grim, and said, "Brother, the Divine Sect ordered you to hand over Xiaoqing, but now you've let her go. How are you going to explain this?"

Song Qihao's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he said, "Xiaoqing left without saying goodbye, leaving willingly. What could I do?"