The improved female villains regained their memories.

"...I really don't know her."

“I believe you, but she looks a lot like you and even calls you father.”

"..."

In this situation, Yang Pingsheng had no choice but to accept it.

He flew through the air and stood before the girl in full view of everyone, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

The girl remained motionless, letting him scrutinize her.

"Who are you?" Yang Pingsheng asked first.

“Yang Luoyi, that’s my name,” the girl replied. “I am your daughter.”

The battlefield became quieter.

Without Yang Pingsheng's killing move, Su Murong also landed on the ground. Xuanwu used its spiritual energy to protect its master and ensure a safe landing, then stepped forward and asked, "Master, what happened...?"

“A father and daughter recognizing each other.” Su Murong said, his smile suddenly vanishing, replaced by malice: “I don’t know where this girl came from, she ran over here to recognize the doctor as her father. Come on, Xuanwu, take me to a corner, I’ll kill her when I get the chance.”

Xuanwu: "..."

The father and daughter continued their conversation in the sky.

Yang Pingsheng carefully spread his spiritual energy outwards, enveloping the girl. The feedback from the spiritual energy told him that the girl in front of him did indeed have a similar aura and the same bloodline as him. Without a doubt, she was his daughter.

But... that's simply impossible.

Not to mention that the system at the time made it impossible for him to have children with villains, the only villains with whom he actually had sexual relations were Xu Anyin, the eighth, and the ninth villains. Xu Anyin was impossible, and the eighth and ninth villains were even more impossible. As far as I remember, Yang Pingsheng did not have any children with them.

The girl did not reject Yang Pingsheng's spiritual energy contact. She just stood there, watching Yang Pingsheng's pensive expression, and suddenly smiled: "Is it hard to accept, Father?"

She slowly approached and said, word by word, "As your daughter, I have accepted this fact. You are my father, so what is there that you cannot accept?"

Yang Pingsheng looked up at her and asked, "Who is your mother?"

"My mother..."

The girl approached step by step, her face suddenly contorting into a ferocious expression: "What right do you have to mention my mother, my father?!"

A cold blue dagger appeared in her right hand, and she stabbed at Yang Pingsheng in an instant.

However, Song Panning, who was prepared, waved the five-colored flag in her hand. Qingtian, who had been lurking on Yang Pingsheng at some point, suddenly appeared, bit the girl's dagger, and snatched it away.

A burst of emerald-green demonic energy repelled the girl. Qing Tian turned and swiftly arrived at Song Panning's side, handing her the dagger. Song Panning examined it closely, her expression suddenly changing drastically. She shouted to Yang Pingsheng, "Pingsheng, this dagger is a ninth-grade magic weapon. Its core is the trace of the Great Dao. This woman's target is not simple. Quickly capture her!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Pingsheng immediately unleashed his spiritual energy, and a magical armor mask appeared on his body. He reached out and grabbed the girl's arm.

The God of Wine and the Nine-Eight Desolations were prepared, and upon seeing Yang Pingsheng make a move, they all joined in.

A bolt of lightning flashed, and before the human and the demon could react, they were both sent flying.

The figure was incredibly fast, even faster than Yang Pingsheng, and grabbed the girl's throat before he could react.

Luo Benmo remained expressionless, the veins on his arm gripping the girl's throat bulging as he angrily demanded, "You bastard, what did you say you were to Yang Pingsheng, huh!?"

Chapter 307 The Fate of Ling Tian's Jealousy

However, before Luo Benmo could get a reply from Yang Luoyi, several powerful auras erupted from her body.

Without a doubt, they all exude the aura of ninth-grade magic artifacts!

The lightning dissipated, and an icy blue light shone from Yang Luoyi's forehead, blasting Luo Benmo away.

Luo Benmo roared angrily and lashed out with his thunder whip, striking Yang Luoyi hard.

With a loud bang, Yang Luoyi fell to the ground like a mosquito being swatted away.

She fell straight down to the mountaintop, and then with a loud bang, the ground was smashed into a huge crater.

The people on the mountaintop made way, and smoke rose everywhere. Everyone looked down at the commotion below. Soon, the smoke cleared, and Yang Luo jumped out of the pit. Luo Benmo's move, which could break through the Nine Eight Desolations defense, hit her, but she was unharmed.

The pale blue ice crystals on her forehead emanated a cold aura, and a thin layer of mist surrounded her. The immortals could clearly see that she possessed more than just the aura of a ninth-grade magic artifact.

Luo Benmo looked at his body and saw that the wounds that should have been on Yang Luoyi were now on his own.

Yang Luoyi himself was fine, but Luo Benmo, who was getting stronger with each battle, suffered a loss.

All the immortals were speechless. No one had expected that this person, whose cultivation level was unclear, could actually cause Luo Benmo to suffer a loss.

"Is it the function of some kind of ninth-grade magic artifact?" the God of Wine guessed.

"This guy is hiding many secrets. What kind of helper has Xiaoling'er found?" Jiu Bahuang frowned.

"It's already quite remarkable for an ordinary sect to have even one ninth-grade magic weapon, but this guy has so many all by himself..." Tian Bulian was extremely shocked, feeling as if it were a dream.

In battles between immortals, the outcome largely depends on cultivation level, killing moves, talismans, formations, elixirs, and magical artifacts.

In this matter, the primary factor is cultivation level, but if there is anything that can compensate for the difference in cultivation level, it must be a magical artifact.

An eighth-grade magic weapon is as powerful as a celestial being, while a ninth-grade magic weapon can be used in battles involving true immortals.

This person, who calls himself Yang Luoyi, is not highly skilled, but because he is wearing several ninth-grade magic artifacts, he is able to participate in a battle at the level of Luo Benmo, the God of Wine, and even plays a role in determining the outcome.

Until Luo Benmo figured out what magical artifact had reversed her attack, she had no way to deal with Yang Luoyi.

"Who made so many magical artifacts?" Su Murong pondered.

Luo Benmo sneered and said, "No wonder you have the courage to challenge us, so that's why."

She actually put down the lightning whip and stopped attacking.

But Xu Anyin retorted angrily, "If you can defend against matter, can you defend against the soul?!"

She deliberately separated herself from Xu Anlu, and before her older sister could speak, she decisively used a soul-type killing move on Yang Luoyi below.

Yang Luo let out a muffled groan and took a few steps back.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Yang Luo who was injured; instead, Xu Anyin screamed and shrank back into Xu Anlu's body.

Sure enough, even soul-type killing moves could be deflected.

That's just how unreasonable it is.

Seeing that even the two villains, both at the True Immortal level, couldn't do anything to him, Yang Luo let out a strange laugh, flew up again, and said to the people of the Guardian Heaven Sect, "What are you waiting for? I have already seized the Heavenly Will of the villains. You can go and kill them all."

With a wave of her hands, the ice blade dagger that was originally in Song Panning's hand was released and flew back.

The God of Wine and the Nine-Eight Desolations exchanged a glance and then launched their attacks.

Tianbulan stopped slacking off, set up a protective formation for the two wounded soldiers, and also launched an offensive.

Wen Shihan, Su Murong, and Xuanwu arrived to provide support at the same time, and even Qingtian was eager to try.

Luo Benmo and Xu Anlu unleashed their power once more, and Yang Luo sneered as she rammed into them with her body.

The two teams were about to clash.

"Everyone, let's stop for now."

A pitch-black opening appeared between the two camps, and powerful black spiritual energy flowed like a river, forcefully separating the two sides.

The old eunuch Fang Wu appeared from afar, spread his arms, sighed softly, and said, "His Majesty has issued a decree, earnestly requesting both sides to temporarily cease hostilities."

Immortal.

Another true immortal, and a true immortal from the royal family at that.

It was no secret that the royal family of Qian Kingdom worshipped immortals. Everyone knew that behind the high city walls lived several old monsters who represented the royal family. However, they were all celestial immortals. No one expected that there was actually a true immortal among the hidden masters in the royal family.

Immortals are hard to find, and true immortals are the pinnacle of power in the world. It's not surprising that the protagonist and the antagonist, both influenced by fate and the distorted laws of Heaven, ascend to the status of true immortals. Fang Wuneng, a eunuch, achieved true immortality, which is enough to show that his talent is definitely no less than that of the protagonist or the antagonist.

Yet he willingly served as the emperor's servant, which is, frankly, perplexing.

Fang Wu's arrival was naturally at the emperor's behest; now, only he has the power to stop this bloodshed.

The old eunuch stood there, radiating an aura of power, and the surging black river actually blocked everyone's path.

He sighed deeply, his eyes sweeping over Xu Anlu and Xu Baxian below: "Your Highnesses, at least turn off the projection first. The affairs of the immortals should be resolved by the immortals themselves, and should not involve the mortals."

Xu Baxian and Xu Anlu then glanced at each other from a distance. The two half-siblings didn't say anything or ask each other why they were there.

Xu Anlu's villainous identity was exposed, but Xu Baxian was not surprised. His tall figure stood there, as steady as Mount Tai.

Xu Anyin let out a soft "hmm" and asked her sister in her inner world, "Sister, was the Fourth Prince really that strong before?"

"It's been many years since we last met. You've been leading troops in the North. You must have gotten quite fit, right?"

Xu Anlu was somewhat uncertain. Logically speaking, the other party's tall and strong build seemed out of place, but considering the Earth Immortal cultivation emanating from him, it might just be a side effect of practicing some secret technique.

Since the projection wasn't turned on by Xu Anlu, she could only give Fang Wu a helpless look. Fang Wu looked at Xu Baxian, but Xu Baxian looked at Song Panning, waiting for her to make a decision.

"What Steward Fang said is true. Matters concerning immortals should not involve mortals."

Song Panning waved her hand, and the projection below turned off. The court of Qian Kingdom was finally free from watching this almost horrifying scene.

Seeing that the first request had been met, Fang Wu breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "Gentlemen, I am getting old and would like to use my old face to ask you all to give me face. Could we each send a representative to temporarily cease hostilities and then agree on a date to resume the battle?"

His words silenced the battlefield even more.

Although the female villains each had their own ulterior motives, they were undoubtedly centered around Yang Pingsheng. Since Yang Pingsheng's intelligence was inferior to Song Panning's, it was natural for him to make Song Panning their spokesperson. This was easy to deal with, but it was difficult to deal with the Guardian Sect.

Each generation of guardians is undoubtedly centered around the chosen one, who is the protagonist of the main world. However, this generation's chosen one is special because she is not good at charging into battle and can only stay behind the scenes to deduce.

Now, Ling Tiandu is watching all of this from the perspective of Jiu Ba Huang.

She sat in the dark basement, where ghostly fire flickered on the walls, emitting a cold, green flame.

Clearly, Fang Wu's arrival was also part of Song Panning's plan. It makes sense; once the projection was launched, the emperor couldn't possibly have no reaction at all. Song Panning's plan was obviously a prelude to some later purpose.

Although he had used Yang Luoyi to outmaneuver Song Panning, the overall situation was still in the other party's hands. Before he could guess the other party's true purpose, Ling Tiandu dared not make any rash moves.

She was no match for Song Panning in terms of strategy and tactics; the only thing she could rely on was her own method of deduction.

Of course, she could also directly consult the Heavenly Dao to find out the most correct course of action, but if she did that, she would pay a huge price.

Even if Ling Tiandu pays the price to get the answer from Heaven, he may not necessarily win. After all, the answer from Heaven has already begun to go wrong, and Song Panning is a woman who dares to scheme against Heaven and Earth.

"hateful……"

She took deep breaths repeatedly, as if hypnotizing herself, and said, "I underestimated the villains and the human pawns. No one expected that the originally cowardly people who were used as pawns would actually join forces with the villains and become the new villains. My prediction was correct. The future of the invisible becoming king will definitely come if we don't stop it."

"So, how should I stop it? And what is Song Panning's ultimate goal in orchestrating this?"

"She went to such great lengths; surely it wasn't just to kill a few protectors of the Heavenly Guardian Sect?"