The improved female villains regained their memories.

A voice rang out from behind. Yang Pingsheng looked back and saw the God of Wine charging towards him with bloodshot eyes.

[This person is still alive!?]

A sense of astonishment welled up within him. Without thinking too much, Yang Pingsheng immediately avoided the many demonic beasts and carried Wen Shihan onto the path.

Dionysus hesitated for a moment, but then became determined and embarked on this path.

At this moment, he completely forgot Ling Tiandu's instructions and was only focused on relieving the girl's pressure and preventing the chess player and the female villain from succeeding.

The God of Wine was filled with murderous intent. Yang Pingsheng was on a dangerous path, and with the unconscious Wen Shihan in tow, he had no intention of fighting. He was only focused on resisting the rain of swords as he walked along the perilous path.

Compared to Yang Pingsheng, the God of Wine didn't have Wen Shihan as a burden. However, he was injured, and the effects of the medicine were still taking effect. At this moment, he was also enduring severe pain as he walked.

The abyss resembled the gaping maw of a demon, but both ignored it, focusing on their own goals.

"Fellow immortal, you can't fathom my methods, and you can't possibly kill me." The God of Wine continued to try and provoke me with words, "Put down the person on your back, and I won't stop you. It's a win-win situation, why wouldn't you like it, fellow immortal?"

This is a lie. Since the God of Wine had received Ling Tiandu's orders, he would not have allowed Yang Pingsheng to succeed.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent, focused, as if no one and no words could sway him.

"Ow!"

A crazed ape, climbing the mountain wall, suddenly attacked Yang Pingsheng.

The ape was not large and had little demonic energy, so it couldn't even break through Yang Pingsheng's defenses. However, on this narrow path, its attacks were particularly deadly. In order to protect Wen Shihan, Yang Pingsheng slipped and almost fell.

"Get lost!" Yang Pingsheng was shocked and enraged. He slammed his head down on the ape, killing it instantly.

After smashing the ape to death, he still roared at Dionysus, "If you chase me again, I'll make you end up like that ape!"

His magical artifacts did indeed provide him with immense assistance, enabling him not only to protect Wen Shihan along the way, but also to kill demonic beasts and fight against those with the foundation of true immortals using his own flesh and blood.

“Your armor is indeed formidable, but…”

A cold glint flashed in Dionysus's eyes. As he walked, he used his strength to knock down a piece of gravel and then hurled it at Wen Shihan behind Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng turned his head, startled, and crouched down to dodge the attack. He was so angry that he almost cursed, "Despicable and shameless!"

Dionysus laughed and said, "You should say that to the little girl you're protecting."

Yang Pingsheng dared not carry him on his back anymore, so he instead carried Wen Shihan in a princess carry and continued walking forward.

However, this posture greatly reduced his speed, and Dionysus closed in again, roaring, "Put her down, and I'll let you go."

"fart!"

"Then you can forget about leaving!"

Another stone flew by and struck Yang Pingsheng in the back, but because of his armor, the stone shattered.

Just then, Wen Shihan, who was in Yang Pingsheng's arms, suddenly reacted. She opened her eyes wearily and moved her lips, "Brother?"

Yang Pingsheng's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to respond when he discovered that his vocal cords could not produce sound.

The armor reduced the damage, but the remaining damage was reflected back to Yang Pingsheng's body. It had already suffered too much damage, and that small stone was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The damage was felt in his throat, and Yang Pingsheng's vocal cords were damaged.

He could no longer speak.

Yang Pingsheng tightened his grip on Wen Shihan and quickened his pace, answering Wen Shihan's question with his actions.

“I know, you are my elder brother.”

Wen Shihan sighed softly. She looked extremely tired, with tears still glistening in her eyes as she emerged from her dream. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Yang Pingsheng couldn't say anything, he just held her tightly and walked frantically forward.

The road ahead gradually narrowed, so narrow that he had to focus his attention again, and his previously increased speed slowed down once more.

Wen Shihan's voice rang out, carried by the wind, and drifted to my ears.

"Actually, on the way here, I was wondering why my brother was so determined to get the Sword Soul Heart from Tianren Mountain. Later, I realized that my brother must have met someone a few days before coming here, which made him so determined to get the Sword Soul Heart, right?"

She smiled helplessly and said in a soft voice, "It was that day, the day you went to that person with split personality to ask for the 'Record of Cultivating the Heavenly Dao,' the day before we set off. That afternoon, you secretly went out for a while, and it was also that afternoon that my tracking of you failed for the first time..."

Four days ago.

The day before Yang Pingsheng set off.

The summer sun blazed down relentlessly, and even in the afternoon, the intense sunlight showed no signs of abating.

Yang Pingsheng sat inside the carriage, somewhat bewildered.

He had a long conversation with Xiaoyu and the system, but the two of them, the human and the cat, still wouldn't give him an answer, just like before. Frustrated, he agreed to Su Murong's condition that he go out and went for a walk in the backyard. It was there that a stranger shot him a letter with an arrow.

He was an immortal, so naturally he wouldn't be hurt by arrows. The letter told him that if he wanted to know the truth, he should go to a certain place alone, get on that carriage, and the carriage would take him to the truth.

The letter looked eerie no matter how you looked at it, yet the words on it gave Yang Pingsheng a sense of familiarity. He quickly realized something and sighed softly.

It could only be her.

Inside the carriage, gusts of hot air blew in, spreading the fragrance throughout the carriage. The spiritual energy inside circulated on its own, bringing Yang Pingsheng a sense of coolness.

There's a formation here, not just for heat insulation, but also for other purposes.

There was fruit on the table in front of him. One of the fruits looked familiar to Yang Pingsheng. He picked it up, took a bite, and his eyes immediately became complicated.

Although the tastes are slightly different, they are generally similar, and are probably artificially cultivated.

He slowly clenched his palms, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyes, unable to hide his shame. His previously empty heart suddenly trembled violently, not just with feelings of guilt, but also with sadness, helplessness, and anxiety.

"Pan Ning..."

He read aloud, bit into the fruit, and the sweet and sour juice filled his mouth, but a bitter aftertaste rippled through it.

A moment later, the carriage stopped, the door opened, and a veiled girl stood there, saying in a cold voice, "Get out of the carriage."

Yang Pingsheng got out of the car in silence and found that he had arrived in the suburbs. The coolness of the forest made him feel no heat at all. Not far away, there was the sound of a stream, and a path led to a small courtyard not far away.

There seems to be an array set up here as well. Not only is the climate different from outside, but more importantly, the spiritual energy here seems to be flowing towards the house not far away.

The veiled girl gave Yang Pingsheng a sense of familiarity. He remained silent for a while, and seeing that she did not respond, he asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"..."

The girl turned her head, her eyes sharp, as if she wanted to cut Yang Pingsheng's flesh off. She did not answer Yang Pingsheng's question immediately, but remained silent for a long time before saying in a cold, scrutinizing tone, "I am a follower of the goddess."

She paused slightly, then gave a cold snort and said:

"A more qualified follower than you."

Chapter 296 The Reason in My Heart

Yang Pingsheng looked at the girl in front of him and smiled slightly: "Is that so?"

His smile was empty; it contained nothing but a smile.

"That must have been very hard on you."

"..."

Suppressing the foul language that was about to spill from her lips, Leng Yan took a deep breath, glared at him fiercely, and said, "Get inside. The goddess is waiting for you inside."

"it is good."

Yang Pingsheng nodded, his calm eyes fixed on the small courtyard where spiritual energy was gathered, and stepped forward.

The previously turbulent spiritual energy suddenly calmed down, dark clouds began to gather, and a light drizzle began to fall.

The sky darkened, and the atmosphere gradually became more intense. The two had parted ways in the rain, and now they had reunited in the rain.

Yang Pingsheng remembered that Song Panning always cared a lot about rituals.

On her birthday, during meals, and even when the two of them go out, she always takes great care of herself first. Unlike Wen Shihan, who doesn't care about himself, or Luo Benmo, who doesn't care about himself, she always cares—she cares about herself and about rituals. That's why she caused a rainstorm here.

The gentle, lingering rain dripped from the eaves, creating puddles on the ground that rippled outwards. Leaves fluttered down, a testament to the presence of the wind.

Standing at the door, a chill seeped into his sleeves—not from outside, but from inside. Yang Pingsheng raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The wooden door creaked open, but the familiar person wasn't inside. The room was empty, devoid of anything.

The icy rain slid down his cheeks, indistinguishable and unrecognizable. Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time, seemingly in a daze, as if lost in some kind of memory.

Are you grieving, Yang Pingsheng?

A bamboo umbrella sheltered him from the rain.

Why do you feel sad?

"Is it because you feel guilty towards me?"

"Or is it because of one's own incompetence?"

Or perhaps some other factor?

A voice came from behind.

Yang Pingsheng's heart started racing.

His empty heart was echoing step by step, and he turned his head to look at that person.

goddess.

She was still the same as I remembered, dressed in a snow-white, spotless long robe. Her narrow eyes were upturned, carrying a sharp yet gentle quality. Her unfathomable smile was like a mist, making it impossible to see through her intentions. Her hair was tied with a red ribbon, fluttering in the wind. She held a bamboo umbrella high, shielding Yang Pingsheng from the rain.

Apart from some changes in height, she looks exactly the same as I remember.

"You held the umbrella for me back then, and now I'm holding the umbrella for you. We're even."

Her lips curled up in a smile, unlike the ferocious and insane smiles of the female villains who had just been brought in. Instead, her smile was calm, and on the surface, there seemed to be no problem.

“My followers, my servants, my henchmen, do you know how much effort I went through to find you?”

"So, why should one feel sadness in life?"

"When I was twelve, on that rainy night, you called me despicable, perverted, arrogant, and controlling. You said I only wanted you to be my slave."

Yang Pingsheng's lips moved as if he was about to say something, but Song Panning stopped him by raising her finger.

"Shhh."

"If you apologize, I will be very angry."