The improved female villains regained their memories.

Chapter 230 The Life of a Loser

More and more arrangements are being made against Qingtian.

The cult no longer seemed to trust Song Qihao. Although he was one of the thirty-six, they kept him informed less and less about Qingtian's actions.

Under the bright sunshine, Song Qihao accompanied Leng Yanran, who was already pregnant, for a walk in the courtyard.

"Madam, you are pregnant now, so you must be careful with everything you eat," Song Qihao instructed.

"I know all that. It's kind of you to accompany me, my husband." Leng Yanran smiled, her eyes revealing happiness.

“I have nothing to do with the cult, so I’m quite free now.” Song Qihao smiled, but his expression concealed deep sorrow.

As Song Qihao became more proficient in the secret methods of deduction, he received more and more hints from Heaven, and he gradually understood how the Way of Heaven operated.

Qingtian is a person chosen by Heaven's will. Such a person is called a villain and is not tolerated by the cult. Villains influenced by Heaven's will emerge one after another. This time, the villain is Qingtian, and next time, it will be his descendant.

The will of Heaven brought him a revelation, reminding him to leave some contingency plans for future generations.

[As divine will has indicated, the mysterious man gave my wife a brocade pouch and showed me those insidious arguments, his true purpose being to lay out a larger scheme. In this struggle spanning a thousand years, my only role is to leave my descendants the most crucial contingency plan.]

But how should we prepare this backup plan? Can we really believe in the so-called laws of heaven and the will of heaven?

He stayed with Leng Yanran, smiling on the surface, but inwardly he was filled with worry.

He is now deeply entangled in the vortex and unable to escape.

That night, he hid in a secret room and deduced the solution again, arriving at a conclusion that shocked him.

"After joining the 36 members of the Divine Cult, in order to make it easier to control them, the leaders of the Divine Cult have been secretly using immortal killing techniques on us. With just a thought, I and all my descendants could die!?"

He stared blankly at the divination results before him, incredulous, and even broke out in a cold sweat.

"A celestial killing move? When? How is that possible!"

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He could no longer stay there and resolved to find out the truth.

Because of the matter of Qing Tian, ​​most of the people in the Divine Cult were focused on it. As a result, Song Qihao had an opportunity. He spent a lot of time and money, and with the help of deduction, he finally managed to find out the key information.

At that time, everyone who joined the Thirty-Six-Person Council of the Divine Cult had to swear an oath to the Divine Cult, and once the oath was recited, they would be subjected to this immortal killing move.

"Immortal's Killing Move - Exterminate Three Clans".

"This trick was given by the people of the main world. The rulers of the cult rely on this method to ensure the operation of the cult."

"Even if a traitor appears, the killing move will be activated immediately, wiping out the entire family and cutting off all descendants, leaving no possibility of leakage."

"Most importantly, once you fall victim to this deadly move, your descendants will be bound by this shackle and will never be able to betray you."

Inside the secret room, Song Qihao muttered to himself, an indescribable flame burning in his chest.

He finally understood just how serious the matter with Leng Lingshan had been. If the cult had believed he had betrayed them, and launched their killing spree, none of his entire Song family would have survived.

When he grows old and dies, his bloodline and soul will bear the mark of this killing move, which he will never be able to escape and will be forced to obey the orders of the cult.

Hiding, disguising, and feigning compliance are all meaningless against such a deadly tactic.

"Deduction, deduction!" Song Qihao roared, his eyes bloodshot. "I've been through so many difficulties and desperate situations, how can I just bow down like this? No! To hell with the ways of heaven and man, I don't care who's above me, what I care about is that no one can come and oppress me!"

He began to deduce the results day and night again.

Deducing secret techniques is extremely mentally taxing and can shorten one's lifespan. In the few days he has been doing this, he has aged considerably, and some white hairs have appeared in his originally jet-black hair.

Finally, he got the answer.

A month later, Leng Yanran gave birth to a baby boy. Both the Song and Leng families were overjoyed, but Song Qihao was not happy at all.

He didn't even let his wife finish her postpartum confinement period before taking her to his secret room.

Within the array where spiritual energy flowed, Leng Yanran looked up blankly at Song Qihao, who had no expression on his face, and asked, "Husband, what do you mean by this?"

"Madam, do you love me?"

"Of course I love it!"

Many years ago, when the boy was full of youthful vigor at the academy, the girl fell in love with him.

Song Qihao remained silent until finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't bring himself to be so heartless as to silently refine the woman who had always loved him. So he spoke and truthfully told her his deductions.

Leng Yanran quickly went from shock to acceptance. She sat in the formation, looked at Song Qihao, and smiled, "I understand, my husband. You need to lay the groundwork for your descendants, undo the immortal killing move within yourself, and at the same time, you need to plan in the struggle of the past thousand years to assist that key descendant. Indeed, I am the most suitable person to be the formation spirit. In that case, my husband, you can do it."

"Yanran..."

Song Qihao closed his eyes, leaving two tear tracks at the corners of his eyes.

Only now has he realized that his wife has always been very supportive of him. Back then, after his competitions, she would ask people to buy him supplements and clothes, and ask her younger brother to take good care of him. After they got married, she devoted everything to him, including her own life.

The spirit of the array is not a living being; it is merely a program with predetermined tasks set according to the original owner's personality.

"My husband, take care of yourself, take care of our child." The light from the array grew brighter and brighter, engulfing Leng Yanran. Before being swallowed, she pressed her hand against the edge of the array and cried out, "No matter what, I love you..."

The two entered the secret room, but in the end, Song Qihao came out alone.

He claimed that his wife had been unwell after giving birth and died of illness. His relatives and friends comforted him, and no one suspected that he was the real murderer.

Just then, Qing Tian's capture began. However, unexpectedly, Qing Tian displayed extraordinary fighting power, severely injuring three True Immortals and killing one True Immortal in battle.

That day, people saw that the sky was dark and a giant blue serpent coiled in the sky, shattering everything in sight with both spiritual and demonic power.

The sky is falling.

The wrath of the heavens shook the clouds, and people suffered an unexpected blow.

The thirty-six members of the Divine Cult held an emergency meeting, which was personally attended and chaired by the cult's leader.

The meeting unanimously decided to use all available resources to seal Qingtian into the abyss of the demon mountain, and at the same time set up an array to restore a final paradise for humanity with the help of Qingtian's power.

Everyone's work was urgent, but Song Qihao's was especially important, as he was responsible for designing the magic array to seal Qingtian.

"Qihao," the leader of the cult sighed, patting his shoulder, "I know Qingtian is your ally, but now the survival of humanity is at stake. You understand the greater good, don't you?"

"Of course." Song Qihao nodded seriously. "Don't worry, I will do my best."

His earnest demeanor left no room for doubt about his loyalty.

On the day of the migration, he summoned his followers to a secret room.

These followers were all people who had followed him since the academy, and each one of them was a confidant among confidants.

At this moment, he gathered them together and, for the first time, shed his disguise.

He talked a lot: the truth about Leng Lingshan's incident, the truth about Leng Yanran's death, his feelings for Qingtian, the mysterious person, the main world, the protagonist, the villain, and the Way of Heaven.

He talked a lot.

Finally, he said:

"I need to plan and lay the groundwork. I would like to ask you to leave behind your last instructions, to arrange things according to the deductions, and to leave the greatest possible backup plan for my descendants."

The followers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Brother, what you're talking about is a huge deal. We don't know what to do..."

"Brother, I don't quite understand. What do the laws of Heaven and the laws of humanity have to do with us?"

"Big brother, you killed Leng Lingshan, is it true? How could you do this..."

Questions and criticisms arose one after another.

Song Qihao watched silently, expressionless.

On the day the formation was sealed, Song Qihao was detained by the Divine Cult, on the grounds that Qingtian would be excited to see him.

“My lord, please understand us,” the cultist’s messenger said. “Now is the critical moment. The demonic will has already wavered, and we must not allow it to strengthen again.”

Song Qihao nodded, indicating that he understood.

The sealing of the heavens was successful, and the male and female protagonists became the greatest heroes. But this was not the end of the matter. The sky collapsed and the earth caved in, and now the people need to move to a new home.

The cult was transformed into a temple, which stood in the sky. The thirty-six members of the cult, along with the family forces behind them, all became part of the temple's power. The demon mountain was transformed into a mountain city, and a barrier was set up around it, which served as both a barrier to seal the heavens and a barrier to isolate the mountain city from the outside world.

After moving to the mountain city, the head of the temple faction could choose a memorial to place in the temple for future generations to admire. Song Qihao chose a flag because he had been holding this flag to guide people during the migration.

"Let this serve as my memento, to guide my descendants in the right direction," Song Qihao said.

Life on the mountain became increasingly leisurely. Everyone was busy with construction, and there was nothing for Song Qihao to do, so he began to have plenty of free time.

He grew tired of socializing and lived alone in a house near a cliff in the suburbs, refusing guests.

He left his own child in the clan to be raised by the clan members, and began to hand over clan affairs to the younger generation. He himself stayed in his thatched hut every day, doing only one thing: studying formations.

At first, the people in the temple were worried that he might be thinking of breaking the formation to release Qingtian, but they soon realized they were overthinking it. Song Qihao had no such intention at all; the formation he was studying was the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

He never married again and spent the rest of his life alone following the formation.

In his later years, he sat in a rocking chair, looking at that familiar courtyard gate.

This place is exactly the same as the one he set up when he was a child.

He had a dream. In his dream, he saw the girl in the green dress again. She was still the same as before, a little dazed and silly, but very beautiful.

She sat on the doorstep, propping her chin up, waiting for him to come back. Before he even got close, she skipped over and tugged at his sleeve, yelling that she was hungry.

At this time, he would open his eyes with a smile, knowing that he had had another good dream.

Of course, not all dreams are good; there are also nightmares.

He dreamt that the girl was trapped under a mountain, looking at him with pleading eyes, and that she was trapped in a magic formation, helplessly letting out pitiful cries.

He dreamt that a young girl pointed at his nose and cursed him:

Why did you betray me?

"Back then, I saved your mother, and I stayed by your side through thick and thin. But now, why are you treating me like this?"

"You know perfectly well that I did nothing wrong, you know perfectly well that they provoked me first, so why are you helping them against me?"

"Do you still remember the academy's teachings? Do you still remember your original aspirations from your youth? Have you forgotten the words you spoke, the words that treated monsters as companions?"

"Song Qihao, look at yourself. What have you become all these years?"

"You killed the brother who supported you the most, killed the wife who loved you the most, and betrayed your best comrade. No one is willing to support you. You spent your life on the battlefield, and what you got in return was loneliness and destitution in your old age."

"Look at your life! What have you accomplished? Nothing! You've accomplished nothing! You're a complete failure, a complete coward! You only dare to hide behind a mask. A person like you is not a hero at all!"