The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Sister Song..."

Lin Wanjun looked at Song Panning in the cell with complicated eyes, wanting to get closer, but only met with the other's estrangement.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have framed you, I'm so sorry..."

In the darkness, whispers, like a spell, pounded against Lin Wanjun's heart.

She reached out shakily and touched her heart; it was empty, there was nothing there.

She turned and walked out, as if she had made up her mind.

Just as they arrived at the Goddess Hall, they saw Du Wanli rushing over. Upon seeing Lin Wanjun, he said anxiously, "Miss, where have you been? The lottery ceremony is about to begin, let's hurry!"

He naturally reached out to take Lin Wanjun's hand, but she brushed it away expressionlessly.

"?"

Du Wanli, puzzled, looked at Lin Wanjun and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Song Panning," she said coldly, "when do you plan to release her?"

Du Wanli's anxious expression vanished, replaced by his usual calm, and he smiled as always: "Young Miss, you don't need to worry about these things. You are a goddess now, you..."

"I am a goddess, and you are my follower. Do you expect me to obey you?"

"Young Miss, you need to know..."

Just as Du Wanli and Lin Wanjun were arguing...

In the dark cell, the spiritual light of the array flickered. The girl broke free of her chains, leaving behind only a dummy body formed of spiritual energy.

She used up her limited spiritual energy to the limit, and Du Wanli would send someone to feed her Spirit Dispersing Pills every day. This spiritual energy was something she had accumulated little by little.

The lock opened, and all the guards fell into a coma. Song Panning knew very well that Du Wanli valued her more than Lin Wanjun had imagined. In addition to these people on the surface, there was also a powerful Earth Immortal in secret.

She held her breath, ran out of the dungeon, and with all her might, ran into the deep mountains.

Behind me, the air suddenly rippled, as if someone was following me.

About half an hour later, Song Panning ran to a grove of trees. She first used her spiritual energy to stomp on a certain spot a few times, then suddenly climbed up a large tree that two people could barely hug, grabbed the soft branches, and jumped forcefully onto another tree.

As soon as he did that, a figure emerged from the darkness. He was wearing a white robe and squatted down where Song Panning had stood, sensing the remaining spiritual energy.

Song Panning hid in another tree and secretly watched. She divided the remaining spiritual energy into two parts. She used one part to protect herself and conceal her aura, and the other part to activate the formation here.

She knew it all too well, every part of the mountain town. Once upon a time, she went hunting in the mountains with her father and personally walked all over the land, the stones, the trees, the mud—she knew them all.

The man in white robes stood up and was about to leave when Song Panning activated the formation. Instantly, blue light flashed, and countless threads stretched across the air, blocking the man's retreat.

Tick.

A drop of blood fell to the ground.

The white-robed man broke out in a cold sweat. He dared not make a move. The moment the formation was activated, he lost control of his spiritual energy and could not even use his protective spiritual energy.

Song Panning's voice came through: "Who are you?"

Hearing the voice, the man knew there was room for negotiation and quickly said, "Song Panning, don't run away. What's the use of running? You're a criminal in this mountain city now. Where can you go?"

After a long silence, the man pondered a way to break the deadlock while his eyes darted around, searching for Song Panning's location. Soon, her new voice came:

"I have no grudge against Du Wanli, so why does he repeatedly make things difficult for me? Hasn't Lin Wanjun already obtained the position of goddess?"

“Mr. Du has no grudge against you,” the man in white robes said. “What he said is true, but it will take time. When the time comes, he will naturally change your environment and guarantee you a life of wealth and honor.”

“My reputation is already ruined. Everyone in this mountain city wishes I were dead. Do you think I would still believe Du Wanli?” Song Panning sneered. “I’ve been observing you for a month now. You’re an arrogant person. You only obey Du Wanli because you’re under some unknown order. When you were chasing me just now, you didn’t inform Du Wanli, did you? Heh, I guess you wanted to take me back on your own and send me somewhere else, didn’t you?”

The man in white robes was shocked. He never expected that Song Panning, who had already dissipated most of her spiritual energy, would still have extra spiritual energy to observe him. He tried his best to remain calm and said, "What do you want?"

Tell me, who are you?

The silk threads drew closer, radiating murderous intent. The white-robed man smiled bitterly and said, "Even if you kill me, I cannot tell you."

Song Panning's voice came again: "You're from the main world, right?"

The man in the white robe could no longer hide his shock and asked, trembling, "How did you know?"

“Not only do I know, I also know that you are a member of the Guardian Heaven Sect,” Song Panning sneered. “You are devoted to the sect, yet you do not wish to lose your life here.”

"You actually knew all of this? You knew and you still dared to go against us? Are you crazy?!"

"Since you are a member of the Heavenly Guardian Sect, do you think there is any possibility of us negotiating a peace?"

The man in white robes fell silent, then said, "Do it. But before I die, I can't understand how you knew all this. Can you let me die knowing the truth?"

The threads compressed, and in an instant, the man turned into a pile of minced meat.

Song Panning jumped down, leaned against the tree, and limped over, stomping hard on the pile of flesh and blood.

“My arrays are not just for show; each one is useful. For example, on the day of the interrogation, I had already set up an array in the cell that could read memories. When Du Wanli came in, I naturally read his memories.”

“Originally, I wanted to turn on him and surround him, but the contents of his memories were too terrifying. I know that you are a behemoth, an existence that I am destined to be unable to deal with. Therefore, I must plan for the long term.”

“Du Wanli is very clever. He knew that I would be moved to a different cell after I surrendered, and he even considered the issue of spiritual energy. But unfortunately, the one thing he didn’t consider was my talent for controlling spiritual energy. The Spirit Dispersing Pill is very strong, but I can still control it and forcibly retain some spiritual energy. Moreover, even if I don’t escape today, my backup plan will save me.”

"Now, do you understand?"

She talked to herself for a while while looking at the shredded flesh, then manipulated her spiritual energy to blast open the earth and bury the flesh in a pit she had prepared beforehand.

"Earth Immortal level, ha, Du Wanli's real killer is probably that Celestial Immortal level person. His purpose in coming here this time should be to surround and kill Qing Tian. After all, Qing Tian is the previous villain. Now that Heaven's will has shifted to me, Qing Tian can naturally be killed."

Song Panning smiled, then limped forward until she found a patch of grass and took out her clothes from it.

She took off her clothes and put them on, the blood from her wounds sticking to them, but she didn't even blink, and just washed them with the prepared salt water.

There was a note in the package. She took it out, opened it, and read: "Cordyceps Flower Buns"

"A very distinctive code."

Song Panning made a comment, then applied the ointment to the wound, swallowed the pill, and then found a place to recover her spiritual energy.

She waited until dawn, dressed in simple clothes, carrying a bag, and lightly smearing mud on her face before entering the city.

Song Panning left behind a fake body and easily found her way to the restaurant. The waiter was just opening the door when he saw this person barge in, covered in dirt and mud, carrying a bundle. He said with a look of disgust, "What are you doing here? Get out of here."

"I want to eat steamed buns, cordyceps flower steamed buns."

"We don't have these steamed buns here. Are you leaving or not?"

"Cordyceps flower buns".

"You're insane..."

Just as the waiter was about to unleash a torrent of curses, a woman's voice rang out: "She is my guest."

Leng Yan was standing on the stairs.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Song Panning sat in a wooden tub. The rising heat made her squint her eyes comfortably. The hideous wounds on her back resembled centipedes, sprawling wantonly on her snow-white skin.

Leng Yan stood behind, and when he saw the wound, his eyes turned red: "I'll go kill them."

Song Panning opened her eyes and smiled: "That won't do, people will suspect our relationship."

【Flower Wine】is a unique skill of the Song family. The reason Ling Shuxin chose Leng Yan was because she knew how to make Flower Wine. She wanted to use her as a pawn to disrupt Song Panning's election campaign.

She made a very good choice, but forgot to investigate carefully why Leng Yan was drinking before the flowers.

It's very simple, because that's what Song Panning taught her.

"Were those people detected?"

"Don't worry, I've had them all dispersed into the city." Leng Yan said, then looked at Song Panning's wounds with some heartache: "I'll go find you some scar-removing medicine."

"it is good."

Leng Yan took a package from the roof beam, carefully opened it, and took out a sealed medicine jar. She opened the jar, poured some thick ointment into her right palm, then knelt down and carefully applied it to Song Panning's back, like a devout believer.

"Xiao Yan," Song Panning began, "do you remember what I told you?"

“You’ve said a lot to me,” Leng Yan said as he applied the ointment. “I don’t know which sentence you’re referring to.”

"The way of the fool is yang, the way of the sage is yin, do you remember?"

"I remember, that's why I've always been very cautious with those people. Most of them have been able to temper their bodies and remove impurities, and even if a few haven't, they can still beat ordinary people."

"You did a great job. I don't know how to thank you enough."

“I follow the teachings of my ancestors and do my utmost to assist the chosen one. I have no need for thanks.” Leng Yan shook his head. “This is my task, my mission.”

After a long silence, Leng Yan noticed that Song Panning had her eyes closed and was gripping the edge of the wooden tub tightly. Only then did she realize that the ointment was very painful.

She seemed a little lost: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Song Panning laughed: "What's so special about this?"

Leng Yan lowered her head, only raising it again when Song Panning spoke the next sentence.

"Isn't it worth it to exchange this pain for the path of the sage?"

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Temple.

The place of faith for the people of this mountain city.

Legend has it that a great demon appeared in the world, and humanity was on the verge of extinction. At this time, many brave people stepped forward and, guided by the will of Heaven, led the people to this sacred land.

The people of this mountain town live in the mountains and rely on the mountains for their livelihood. Several generations have lived on this mountain for generations.

The goddess communicates with the heavens, bestowing blessings upon people through the temple. This has been an ironclad rule for generations, and regardless of whether it is right or wrong, it has remained unshakable for so many years.

This applies to everything. Once more people know about it and it has been known for a long time, it becomes part of common sense, and common sense is neither right nor wrong.

Without any systematic guidance, Yang Pingsheng infiltrated this place by relying on his Earth Immortal cultivation. It was very quiet here, and the red bricks and tiles made the temple look like a blood beast lurking in the night, hazy and indistinct.

There was no sign of life, not even a regular guard. The pitch-black gate was wide open, and there was no movement whatsoever.

"Ok?"

Instinctively, Yang Pingsheng sensed something was wrong. He stepped out from the shadows, crossed the threshold, and scanned the area with his spiritual energy, confirming that there was no movement.

"Aren't there guards and monsters at this temple? Why is there no movement... Hmm?"

It felt sticky underfoot.

The light shone down, and looking down, all I could see was blood everywhere.

"!!!"