The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng's talent wasn't particularly outstanding, and he was unremarkable in other aspects as well. After these few days of testing, she was basically certain that without their help, Yang Pingsheng would at most linger at the Earth Immortal level.

"It seems I need to take some more time to further explore my lifelong talents."

She pondered quietly, constantly making plans in her mind.

"However, it's probably too late."

"I think Ling Tiandu must have already spoken to Yang Luoyi. If I'm not mistaken, that guy should come over in the next few days."

Song Panning's prediction was correct.

In just a few days, while both sides were intensifying their cultivation, Ling Tiandu had already contacted Yang Luoyi.

In the northern borderlands, on the grasslands, Yang Luo stood on a small earthen slope, gazing at the entire grassland.

Ling Tiandu's instructions to her kept replaying in her mind, and he reaffirmed the deal with her.

If we do as she says, then her long-cherished wish can be fulfilled.

"..."

She closed her eyes, feeling the wind of the grassland brushing against her cheeks.

She once relentlessly pursued the direction of her father. She fought with her classmates at school simply because they called her a wild ghost. She was easily trusting of older men, just because she wondered if they might be her father. At that time, she was young, innocent, and passionate, and wholeheartedly believed that she had a father.

Until everything shattered.

"Father……"

The wind blew through her sea-blue hair, and the icicles on her forehead made her look exceptionally beautiful. There were no traces of time on her; one could only stubbornly believe that she was a beautiful young woman.

But only Yang Luoyi knew that, having traveled through the river of time for so long, she had long forgotten her age.

"My mother is the villain, and now my father has become the villain too, so what am I?"

Her thoughts wandered as she gazed at the red sun on the horizon and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Why did people like that become my parents?"

Why must I be their child?

Why can't I live a normal life like other children?

As she looked at it, she thought of her former self.

At that time, she had just come into contact with spiritual energy, so she ran to the back mountain by herself and excitedly used her spiritual energy to touch all kinds of things.

Following her mother's example, she continuously used the cold, icy energy to melt various items, mixing stones, bamboo, flowers, leaves, and so on, eventually producing a strange, inexplicable thing. She called it her masterpiece, after all, it was her first work.

However, she was too inexperienced at the time, and before she knew it, the icy cold air got out of control, and she almost suffered a backlash.

But the next moment, a wise man saved her.

"Child, the art of weapon forging should not be attempted lightly without proper instruction. Furthermore, didn't anyone tell you children shouldn't run around? Especially in this place, where there are many demonic beasts. Where are your parents?"

The expert smiled and waved his hand, instantly obliterating her icy spiritual energy.

Memories flooded back, causing Yang Luo to drift into a daze. She would never forget the scene of her first meeting with her teacher.

"Teacher, you once told me that I should learn to be considerate, because only by being considerate of others can I see myself clearly. I'm sorry, I can't do it."

The wind ruffled the ends of her hair as she faced the setting sun and said steadily:

"I can't understand my own father."

“I don’t know what he’s thinking. I don’t even know if he cares about my mother or me.”

"It is very difficult to be considerate of others. Luo Yi, I really can't do it."

She took a deep breath and said, as if making a vow:

"Because I can't do it, I no longer pray that others will understand me."

"Humans are inherently suspicious creatures. As long as suspicion exists, no one can truly understand another."

“I...don’t need my father’s understanding.”

"As long as my dream comes true, nothing else matters."

She waved her hand, and the hooded suit that had previously been used to impersonate the mysterious person flew back to her.

The two became one; she put on her hood, took a step, and walked away into the distance.

It's time to go see my father.

Chapter 319 Yang Pingsheng and Yang Luoyi

The summer heat is gradually subsiding.

Yang Pingsheng stood in the courtyard. A small bird perched on the dark eaves, tilting its head to look at him, but he himself had his head up, his thoughts soaring to the sky.

"Are you ready?" Song Panning walked over and asked.

"Ah."

He gave a perfunctory reply, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation, his mind completely blank, as if he had returned to his previous state of indifference.

But things are different now. He touched his chest, and there it was—thump, thump, the Sword Soul Heart was beating strongly.

Will she come?

"Yes, I'm sure I guessed Ling Tiandu's next move. That woman won't miss any opportunity to strike at us."

"so……"

Are you worried?

"I'm just worried, is this really the right arrangement?"

In the quiet courtyard, murderous intent lurked.

Su Murong and the four spirits hid in the room next door, Xu Anlu hid in the bushes, Xu Anyin's soul floated in the sky, and Luo Benmo stood on the clouds, looking down from afar.

Wen Shihan was hidden in his own shadow, and Qing Tian was in Song Panning's arms. But that wasn't all. The entire courtyard was set up with an array by Song Panning. It could be said that even if a True Immortal stepped into the courtyard and the villains attacked together, they would be suppressed immediately.

At the pavilion, Song Panning had already prepared tea, making it convenient for the father and daughter to talk.

"Remember this: Pingsheng, just talk to her as I taught you, try to find out everything about her. If there are any unusual movements, we will help suppress them immediately."

After Song Panning finished speaking, she looked at Yang Pingsheng without waiting for a reply, only to find that his pupils dilated in shock, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

The phantom reappeared.

Of the nine figures, from low to high, the bottom five are already clear.

And the sixth one's figure gradually became clearer.

This time, however, it did not reveal its appearance directly as it had done before. Instead, it entangled Yang Pingsheng's spirit, taking him to the distant past.

Yang Pingsheng froze, then suddenly realized that he was standing on a hillside.

Dandelions danced in the air, a vast expanse of white. In the distance, long, golden hair rippled like the sea. The beautiful woman sat there, resting her chin on her hand, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

She looked extremely intimidating, exuding a violent aura. Her face was stiff, and her expression was cold, making even the white dandelions seem cold.

Yang Pingsheng's pupils contracted.

He recognized her.

"You are……"

Before he could call out, a little girl's voice timidly rang out: "Mother..."

Yang Pingsheng turned his head sharply and realized that Yang Luoyi was standing next to him.

At this moment, Yang Luoyi looked exactly like a little girl. She was thin and small, and her sea-blue hair was dry and brittle, completely unlike the smooth and flowing hair she had at Tianren Mountain. She held a broken wooden toy, looked at the blonde woman, and said aggrievedly, "Mom, I'm sorry, I broke the toy you gave me."

The blonde woman frowned, her eyes filled with a violent aura as she looked at Yang Luoyi.

Yang Luoyi trembled and dared not speak.

The violent aura subsided slightly, and the blonde woman said, "It's broken, it's broken. I'll make you another one later."

"But this is, after all, the first thing you ever gave me..."

"It's nothing, I'll make you something newer and better later."

The blonde woman beckoned to her: "Come here."

Yang Luoyi walked timidly toward her. The blonde woman extended her hand to her, and Yang Luoyi also extended her hand. However, just as their hands were about to clasp together, she was suddenly tripped and her body lurched.

Yang Pingsheng was startled and quickly went to help him up.

However, his arm passed through Yang Luoyi's body, and the next second, the whole scene changed.

Flames burned across the dandelion plain.

The once drifting dandelions have all withered, and the entire plain has become a dead land.

The pale silver moon hung in the sky, adding to the lifeless atmosphere of the place.

Yang Pingsheng stared blankly.

The spot where the blonde woman had been sitting had become a grave, overgrown with ivy, leaving everything broken.

A mysterious figure, dressed in a hooded suit and holding flowers, stands before the tomb.

She took off her hood, revealing Yang Luoyi's face.

She no longer had the timid demeanor she had as a child; her entire demeanor was completely different from before.

"Mother, I've come to see you."

She placed the flowers in front of the grave and said softly.

Yang Pingsheng was almost stunned. He never expected that Yang Luoyi was actually her daughter.

That was the sixth female villain.

He watched as Yang Luoyi reached out and rubbed the edge of the tombstone, brushing over the name on it.

Those few words were clearly the name of the sixth female villain. When Yang Luo reached out to touch them, it felt just like when she was a child and held her mother's hand.

His deep eyes held an unseen depth, and his expressionless face revealed an endless abyss.

The emptiness and profundity were like those of himself after experiencing several worlds. Yang Pingsheng looked at it in disbelief and subconsciously lifted his foot.