The improved female villains regained their memories.

This follower was named Leng Lingshan. He had followed Song Qihao since the academy and had made many contributions for him. At this moment, he frowned and said with great concern, "I'm afraid the Divine Cult will blame me for this and find an excuse to suppress you, brother."

"Hmph, how could I not know? My cheap father-in-law said he was supporting me, but he was just using me as a pawn. The reason he was unwilling to let me hand over Qingtian before was because I was more useful with Qingtian. Now that Qingtian has left me, my usefulness to him is getting smaller and smaller. If something happens, why would he come to protect me for his own position?"

"In the end, it all comes down to profit," Song Qihao sneered. "Relying on the power of demonic beasts will never lead to great things."

Leng Lingshan nodded: "What you said makes sense, but becoming an immortal is too difficult. Especially the immortal killing moves and various cultivation methods, these are all in the hands of the Divine Sect. Even the major families only have the method of taming beasts, but not the method of becoming an immortal."

Song Qihao laughed heartily and said, "Have you not heard that the Heavenly Cycle has forty-nine parts, and one of them is missing? Heaven will always leave us a way out. As long as we fight with all our might, how can those petty worldly people control us?"

"Brother, you mean..."

"Look, what is this?"

Song Qihao raised his hand, and a small array was already in operation in his palm. Leng Lingshan was very clever and immediately understood Song Qihao's meaning. He was greatly surprised: "Brother, you want to use the array?"

"good."

"This, this, this, this, this..." Leng Lingshan was dumbfounded, and could only sigh helplessly in the end. "Brother, the path of an array master is too difficult. He doesn't have the flexibility of an alchemist, nor the versatility of a spirit talisman master. Anyone can learn and use arrays. Moreover, arrays are fixed and can only be used for ambushes, not for open combat. Why did you choose this path, brother?"

"There are many reasons. First, my meridians are blocked. Although I have strong control over spiritual energy, it is too difficult to circulate it within my body. Array formations are the most suitable. Second, whether it's talismans, pills, or even the rarest weapon crafting, all require substantial financial support from my family. Now that my family has declined, my uncles and brothers still need my support, so how could they possibly support me? Third, and most importantly..."

Song Qihao exhaled slowly and said, word by word, "Array formations are the only thing that could possibly kill a True Immortal."

Talismans, pills, and weapon crafting can all help you improve your strength and enable you to fight enemies across realms.

However, they cannot help you defeat a true immortal.

Immortals, especially those who have reached the level of True Immortals, have made a qualitative leap. The spiritual sea and the power of their killing moves are not only twice as strong as those of Celestial Immortals, but most importantly, they can use the traces of the Great Dao and the truth.

With these two, no matter how many pills you consume, how many good magical artifacts you possess, or how many powerful talismans you have, unless you are truly exceptionally talented (for example, mastering the Great Dao before reaching the True Immortal level, or having special talents), or by sheer chance, most Celestial Immortals will be directly crushed into dust by True Immortals.

For ordinary people, the only thing that could allow them to kill a True Immortal while still at the Celestial Immortal level is an array.

Leng Lingshan was shocked. He immediately understood what Song Qihao was thinking and felt that the other party was incredibly audacious. At the same time, he was also moved, after all, the other party had even said such things to him, which was enough to show his trust in him.

"Brother's ambition is admirable, I understand." Leng Lingshan immediately stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am willing to follow you closely, even unto death!"

The only person you can truly rely on is yourself.

After Qingtian left, Song Qihao, having understood all this, began to work hard and follow his own plan step by step.

He was cunning, adept at concealing his true intentions, and capable of enduring what ordinary people could not. With his exceptional talent and relentless hard work, he eventually rose step by step to become a candidate for the Thirty-Six-Person Council of the Divine Religion.

He united the Song family's relatives, and from then on, the Song family rose to prominence. The new generation of the Song family all served under Song Qihao, and even his father-in-law no longer dared to look down on him, speaking to him with much more respect. Even his wife no longer dared to be as domineering and unreasonable in front of him as before.

After he used his formation to ambush and kill two Celestial Immortal enemies in his capacity as an Earth Immortal, his fame spread far and wide.

He had fame, wealth, and status; he was just one step away from officially joining the ranks of the thirty-six members of the cult. But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

His public excuse was that he was too young and that it was already difficult for him to reach such a position, and it was not easy for him to advance further. But in secret, he never forgot about building an array that could kill true immortals.

Song Qihao didn't know the true strength of the thirty-six members of the Divine Cult, or even the ultimate ruler of the cult, but he knew they must all be True Immortals.

However, he did not expect that although he was good at concealing his actions, his every move had already been known to the cult. They had already had some complaints about Qing Tian running away, and now they were finally starting to get restless.

On the day of Song Qihao's father-in-law's birthday, the entire mansion was filled with joy and celebration.

The father-in-law sat in the main seat, and Song Qihao, along with his wife Zhang Wanrong, presented birthday gifts and offered their birthday wishes to the father-in-law.

"Father, I wish you a long and happy life, as boundless as the Eastern Sea and as enduring as the Southern Mountain."

The couple offered their congratulations together, but the father-in-law sat firmly in the main seat, his face ashen.

After the banquet, Song Qihao's father-in-law called him to his study and said, "Qihao, as I mentioned before, I plan to have you succeed me after I step down. What do you think about it?"

Song Qihao lowered his head slightly and said, "Father-in-law, I am already very satisfied with my achievements at such a young age. I have not considered going any further for the time being."

"It's good that you're so humble, but too much of a good thing is bad. Not everyone understands this principle."

As the father-in-law was speaking, he suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Where is justice?"

Song Qihao was startled and said, "Father-in-law, I have already reported this issue to the Divine Sect. I don't know anything about Qingtian's departure without saying goodbye."

"Heh, Qihao, you're only one of the thirty-six candidates right now, you haven't entered the true core yet, so you don't know what the Divine Cult represents." His father-in-law stared intently at him. "Now, let me ask you one question: Did Qingtian really leave without saying goodbye?"

“Father-in-law, everything I said is true, and I would never dare to lie to you.”

The air was thick with silence. Song Qihao remained calm and composed as he answered. His father-in-law, watching him, continued, "Then, where is Qingtian?"

"Father-in-law, I really don't know."

“No, you know.” The father-in-law suddenly laughed, with an inexplicable eeriness, “She took you there before, didn’t she?”

Song Qihao was terrified.

That was a long, long time ago.

Qing Tian, ​​exhausted after saving her mother, was desperate to save Song Qihao, who risked entering the Monster Forest at night to find the Moonflower recorded on the tree.

The image of the subjugated snakes, the sacred spring on the mountaintop, and the clear blue sky under the moonlight was etched firmly in Song Qihao's mind.

Yes, Song Qihao had always known that if Qingtian left, that was the most likely place she would go.

“Qihao,” his father-in-law said, “you should know that the Divine Cult is backed by the Heavenly Way, but you may not know what the Heavenly Way represents.”

"It represents the highest order and the highest legal system in this world. Nothing in the world can escape its eyes. There are many people in the religion who are good at divination. Now, your future is getting closer and closer to the side of evil."

His father-in-law sighed deeply and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm saving you."

The blue sky is a demon.

Since she is a demon, there will naturally be righteous people who will come to punish her.

Heaven has foreseen that evil will destroy the world, and it must be brought under control before it completely destroys the world.

That night, the father-in-law and Song Qihao talked a lot, including about the Way of Heaven, villains, and protagonists.

Finally, he said, "Don't go down the path of villainy, Qihao. The people over there are predicting that your future may involve standing next to a villain."

After returning home, Song Qihao didn't sleep all night. He was deep in thought, like an old monk in meditation.

In the time that followed, besides constructing formations, he spent his time reading a book called "The Record of Cultivation of the Heavenly Path".

From that day on, Song Ki-ho changed.

"Big brother, you've finally succeeded!" In the dense forest, Leng Lingshan couldn't contain his excitement and said, "The Immortal Slaughtering Formation is complete! Big brother, even a True Immortal would be no match for you once they enter this formation!"

"Well, after several years, at least the basic form of the formation is complete," Song Qihao said casually. "I dare not say that it can fight against a True Immortal, but I can say that it can slightly restrain a True Immortal."

"Brother, you are too modest. Your formation is ingeniously constructed, endlessly cycling and regenerating. Most importantly, it can defend against traces of the Great Dao. This is simply unbelievable!"

"It's just a trick. Besides, even if we had this formation, what good would it do?"

Song Qihao looked up at the sky and remained silent.

With real power, Song Qihao was finally able to stand tall and openly proposed a divorce to his wife, sweeping away the resentment he had endured for years.

For the first time, he stood upright in front of his father-in-law and said, "Although we are divorced, I still respect you as a senior. Rest assured, I will treat you with the respect due to an elder."

My father-in-law smiled, but it was a very unpleasant smile.

Song Qihao remarried Leng Lingshan's older sister. At the same time, he cultivated the descendants of the Song family to consolidate his own power and position. The Leng family also rose to prominence because of the Song family's rise to power. Leng Lingshan did a lot of things for Song Qihao.

Five years later, Zhang Wanrong's father was forced to step down due to suppression, and the Zhang family completely lost power, never to regain its former glory.

Song Qihao took over his position and officially entered the Thirty-Six Members of the Divine Cult.

The day his appointment was announced was also his birthday. This time, he sat in the main seat, surrounded by guests and friends, with countless people offering him birthday wishes and gifts.

"Brother, I knew you would succeed in the end." Leng Lingshan stood up first, raised his glass, and said with tears in his eyes, "I toast to you. I've never followed the wrong person in my life."

"Hahaha, very good, very good, Ling Shan, when I was down on my luck at the academy, today, your brother can finally enjoy good fortune with you."

Song Qihao laughed loudly and drank it all in one gulp.

Leng Yanran glanced at him, smiled helplessly, and instructed her younger brother, "Drink less, don't get your brother-in-law drunk."

"It's alright, Madam. We're in such a good mood today, Ling Shan and I are determined to drink until we drop!" Song Qihao said, patting Leng Yanran's hand.

"Master," a servant rushed in and said, "Zhang Wanrong is requesting an audience. She said that if you don't see her, she'll kneel at the door and refuse to leave."

Song Qihao's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Leng Yanran hold his hand and say from the side, "My husband has nothing to do with her anymore. Just tell her that it's freezing cold outside. If she's not afraid of losing face, then she can just keep kneeling there."

"Yes."

After the servant left, Song Qihao, puzzled, asked Leng Yanran, "Why did you stop me?"

“Husband, always leave some room for maneuver. Now that you are at the pinnacle of power, you should be even more careful with your words and actions.” Leng Yanran smiled and said, “Whether Zhang Wanrong is doing well or badly has nothing to do with our family. We just need to live our own lives.”

“Madam is kind-hearted, I will listen to Madam.”

The atmosphere at the banquet gradually reached its climax, with everyone drinking and chatting happily, making it increasingly lively.

It was at this moment that Leng Lingshan began to recount an interesting anecdote from the past.

Back in the academy, Song Qihao was a sensation for his demon-training skills, and many admirers clung to him every day. Among them was Leng Yanran.

Leng Lingshan laughed and said, "My elder sister is shy and doesn't dare to go up and talk to me. Instead, she asked me to build a relationship with Brother Song. Before long, I was captivated by Brother Song's charm and have been working for him ever since."

Such a serendipitous encounter caused the guests present to gasp in surprise. Leng Yanran lowered her head shyly, and Song Qihao smiled in response, but his eyes remained calm as still water.

At the height of the banquet, Song Qihao excused himself to relieve himself and strolled alone in the backyard. Looking up at the bright moon, a sense of loneliness welled up inside him.

He had reached the pinnacle of ordinary life. As one of the thirty-six members of the cult, he possessed immense power, a transcendent status, and countless riches, yet he was not happy.

The contents of "The Record of Cultivating the Heavenly Way" kept appearing in his mind. He understood a lot, but he couldn't tell anyone about it.

Something was watching him from the shadows.

pat.

A dead rat fell at his feet.

He looked up and saw the green-clad girl standing gracefully beneath the high walls and the bright moon.

She looked exactly the same, unchanged, with the same blank expression and green dress as when they parted.

He looked at her, just as he had back then.

Chapter 229 The Divergence Between Heaven and Man

The cult comprises thirty-six members, representing the absolute pinnacle of power.

When he obtained this position, the formation was also perfected, and he named it the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

On the day of his birthday party, he had reached the pinnacle of his life, but in a daze, he seemed to see that girl again.