The improved female villains regained their memories.

"What a grand undertaking! To use an entire city, along with the whole mountain range and the people who have lived here for generations, as materials to construct this formation." Song Panning exclaimed in amazement, and a sense of pride welled up in her heart. "I wonder if I will be able to construct such a wonderful formation in the future."

Song Panning is exceptionally talented in formations.

Even so, she still finds it difficult to see through this magic array.

All she knew was that the temple on the mountaintop was the core of the formation, and the people living in the mountain city were the center of its operation. However, she couldn't understand the formation's structure, the flow of spiritual energy, or, most importantly, the location where the snake demon was imprisoned.

"It seems that the relics left by our ancestors are also one of the key factors, and I must become a goddess in order to come into contact with them."

Song Panning's eyes gleamed with a fiery light as she thought to herself.

The actual person in charge of the temple is a person called the Temple Controller.

The temple's controller is unknown, having lived for countless years or belonging to any particular family. All that is known is that he is a living history, and he usually resides in a cave behind the temple, rarely venturing out.

Therefore, under the control of the temple, the highest authority belongs to the goddess. Each goddess has the power to mobilize and control everything in the temple and the mountain city when the temple controller is not present.

This includes the relocation of memorials.

The goddess has the right to rearrange the placement of the monuments. Objectively speaking, the goddess also has the right to expel the monuments from the temple. However, under normal circumstances, no one will go so far. After all, the term of office is four years. If you do too much during your term, don't blame others for retaliating when you step down.

Therefore, only by becoming a goddess can Song Panning use the excuse of mobilizing the memorials to touch the memorials of the Song family ancestors. Only in this way can she have a deeper understanding and appreciation of the code left by her ancestors.

“Song Qihao, you are my ancestor. Did you go to such lengths to set up such a grand scheme just to make me understand the truth of history? No, it can’t be that simple.”

Song Panning's eyes were as deep as an ancient well. She was so intelligent that she had long seen through Song Qihao's disguise.

There is more than one set of ancestral precepts. The set passed down orally is only the surface. The inherited items, the stories told by Song Xingtian, and these, along with the code, constitute the entirety of the ancestral precepts.

"What can survive over time, or has the opportunity to survive, are only ancestral precepts, stories of our ancestors, and artifacts. But for some reason, I always feel that something is missing."

The story made Song Panning understand that history is not what it seems on the surface, and the ancestral teachings made her understand the essence of the mountain city. Song Panning has not yet come into contact with the memorial, but she already has a guess. The memorial is probably the key to her understanding of this formation.

But that's not enough.

Song Qihao has done so much; he must have a purpose, or rather a task, to pass on to future generations.

“Could it be that I overlooked something? But there really is nothing left to leave behind. According to the story my father told, Song Qihao must have been in a precarious situation at the time. He had to take advantage of the situation to complete his plan. If anything seemed amiss, he would definitely attract the attention of the cult, and then all his efforts would be in vain.”

Song Panning stood with her hands behind her back, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

what else?

What else could remain undiscovered at the time, left to its own devices?

In this long river of history, where did Song Qihao disguise it?

Chapter 234 The Vengeful Song Panning

boom!

Lin Wanjun put the scroll down.

The scroll has new instructions. According to it, she needs to set a trap over the next two years to gain an advantage during the Goddess Election.

She looked at the plan, a hidden glint of malice in her eyes.

"To frame Yang Pingsheng and Song Panning..."

...............

Previous life

"Why are you here again? Du Wanli, I've already told you, I would never frame Song Panning."

Looking at Du Wanli kneeling in front of her door again, Lin Wanjun sighed softly and said, "She's different from others. Besides, it's already the finals. I can beat her fair and square."

“Miss, this is just wishful thinking on your part. I have already explained why. Song Panning is not as simple as you see her. Her goal is not the position of Goddess. The position of Goddess is just a tool for her.”

"I don't understand what you're saying at all, so let's leave it at that."

Lin Wanjun walked past him, intending to leave, but found the door locked. The flow of spiritual energy isolated her inside the room.

She turned around abruptly, looking at Du Wanli incredulously: "What are you doing?"

“Miss, don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.” Du Wanli stood up, looked at her, his previous humility completely gone, and became expressionless. “However, you must listen to me regarding Song Panning.”

"How dare you!!" Lin Wanjun was furious, never expecting that Du Wanli would dare to treat her like this. "Don't think that just because you're an Earth Immortal I won't dare to do anything to you. Our Lin family has plenty of Earth Immortals."

“I know, otherwise, Miss, you wouldn’t have had those people watching me.” Du Wanli smiled slightly. “But when did I ever tell Miss that I was an Earth Immortal?”

His eyes narrowed, obscuring his pupils, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

Lin Wanjun's pupils constricted: "What..."

The next instant, a celestial-level pressure erupted, and Lin Wanjun groaned before falling to the ground.

Before fainting, Lin Wanjun managed to lift her head and saw Du Wanli's face approaching.

"Young Miss, sleep peacefully. Leave the rest to me."

........................

Mountain city, central square.

Lin Wanjun stood in the middle of the square. Two years later, the Goddess Selection would begin here.

From the first round of open selection to the second round of elimination, the first seven candidates for goddess were selected.

Back then, she joined forces with Song Yupanning in this place and were the first to drive everyone else out.

"My time travel has triggered a butterfly effect. I just don't know if the challenges two years from now will be the same as in my previous life."

Looking at the familiar scene before her, Lin Wanjun's mind was filled with memories from back then.

Before Du Wanli forcibly implemented that plan, she and Song Panning were definitely the two beauties of the mountain city, and even Ling Shuxin was defeated by them.

At the center of the central fountain, the servants of the large family were standing in a row, selecting capable and extraordinary people for their masters. Lin Wanjun watched silently, sometimes thinking of Du Wanli, sometimes of Song Panning.

She thought of Shen Qingqing, the girl who couldn't even get on the list of popular goddesses and was jokingly called Song Panning's defeated foe.

At present, she has the fewest followers, and her stall is deserted with few people coming to inquire.

Lin Wanjun stood in the shadows, watching and muttering to herself, "Back then, Ling Shuxin was Song Panning's biggest rival. Now, besides me, I can't think of anyone else who can stop Song Panning."

Ling Shuxin has already stood with Song Panning.

Just like she and Song Panning in her previous life, the two of them will surely join forces to defeat their enemies before the final, and then settle the score in the final.

Ling Shuxin was no match for Song Panning even when she was completely hostile to her, let alone now that the two were friends. If Song Panning were to launch her schemes, Ling Shuxin would definitely be unable to defend against them.

“Even if I follow the scroll’s instructions and devise a plan, I still might not be chosen as the goddess. First, I have to rely on myself to overcome the challenges ahead. Second, my follower has changed from Du Wanli to Lin Jinxuan, and Lin Jinxuan is far inferior in both strategy and strength. So how can I become the goddess?”

Lin Wanjun's expression was enigmatic, her brows furrowed: "If you want me to give up my position as goddess, just say so. Why make me do this?"

The scene before my eyes gradually distorted, transforming back into the scene of the goddess election from my previous life.

.....................

boom!

Flames roared, and the hot oil in the pot churned and sizzled.

Ling Shuxin gritted her teeth and was practically dragged out.

"One minute and thirty-six seconds!" someone announced the result.

"Wow, that's amazing. As expected of Miss Ling. The hot oil in this iron pot has been enchanted with some kind of spell, specifically designed to roast souls. The fact that Miss Ling could endure it for one minute and thirty-six seconds is enough to show her true character."

"This is Miss Wanjun's turn to handle, right? Oh no, Miss Wanjun is gentle and weak, I'm afraid she won't be able to last that long."

"Lin Wanjun is going to lose."

Ling Shuxin looked at Lin Wanjun and Song Panning sitting together, grinned, and gestured with her hand in front of her neck.

Lin Wanjun's face was pale, but she still took a deep breath and prepared to go on stage. However, before she could get up, Song Panning next to her pressed her shoulder and stood up: "I'll do this one."

"Huh?" Lin Wanjun was slightly taken aback. "But, Sister Song, this is my test."

“We have already signed an alliance agreement, and I can accept your test. It’s just that I’ll have to trouble you to accept my test later,” Song Panning said calmly. “I have a bet with Ling Shuxin, and now is the perfect time to settle it.”

"No way!" Lin Wanjun refused outright. "Sister Song, you don't understand. Ling Shuxin usually has many elixirs and medicinal herbs to strengthen her soul. Her soul foundation is stronger than yours. You can't compare with her in this regard."

"But you're even worse. You're already delicate, and you haven't even had any spiritual training. Are you going to stop here?"

“I…” Lin Wanjun remained silent.

Yes, she hadn't really put in the effort to improve her spirituality, since the goddess's tests usually focused on dance and character, and no one expected that this year there would be an additional test involving a vat of boiling oil.

Ling Shuxin's ability to work on the soul clearly indicates that she knew about this problem beforehand. After all, she is the only daughter in the Ling family, so it's to be expected that she would put a lot of effort into it.

"Sister Song... please be extremely careful."

In the end, that was all Lin Wanjun could say.

Song Panning nodded, took a step forward, and went on stage.

Ling Shuxin was stunned for a moment, staring intently at her: "I didn't expect you to actually dare to come up here for that girl."

"What do I have to be afraid of? Ling Shuxin, don't be so arrogant." Song Panning sneered, "This oil pot test looks like it's cooking your soul, but it doesn't actually damage your soul. It's actually testing the goddess's character."

Ling Shuxin was taken aback: "You actually figured it out?"

She had experienced it once before, and only realized it after she came out. She never expected that Song Panning could see the true nature of the oil fryer test from the audience.

Song Panning chuckled but did not answer. She was skilled in array formations and was particularly sensitive to the structure of spiritual energy. The oil pot looked like it had been covered with talismans, but the real secret lay in the pot itself. This pot was a magical artifact.

"So what if you can see it? Its pain is the pain of the soul, a pain that ordinary people simply cannot endure," Ling Shuxin said sinisterly. "I can endure it because I have a magic pill. Song Panning, do you also have such a pill? Even if you do, are you willing to give it up?"

"Hehe, just you wait and see."

Song Panning chuckled and jumped into the oil pot.

The oil in the wok surged like ocean waves, engulfing Song Panning in an instant.

Hot, spicy, numbing, and finally, painful.

The pain, which involved the soul, surged into Song Panning's heart almost instantly.

Her eyes were wide open, her fists were clenched tightly, she gritted her teeth, blood seeping from them, and she endured the pain without moving.

Within a minute, the chatter in the square subsided; within a minute and a half, only a few words were spoken; within two minutes, the entire area was completely silent.

Everyone watched as Song Panning stood silently in the oil pan.

Ling Shuxin trembled all over, as if looking at a monster: "You..."