The improved female villains regained their memories.

It wasn't until she looked back that she realized she had lived for a hundred years.

Volume 6: An Uncontrollable Tyrant

Chapter 320 Yang Luoyi

"Ah... there's no more alcohol."

Shi Guijia weighed the wine jar in her hand, then drunkenly put it aside.

What time is it today? Looking at the sky, it seems to be already evening. My drowsy head can't give me any clues. That's how drunk people are; they gulp down their drinks and then lie there, oblivious to the passage of time, until the day ends.

The room gradually darkened. Shi Guijia scratched her head, her once shiny blonde hair now dull and dirty. She muttered something as she groped around on the floor and found a plaque that read: "The Number One Weapon Refiner in the World".

Since the founding of this dynasty, the rituals of worshipping heaven and earth have been of great importance. Therefore, weapon refiners have always been revered. Although the town where Shi Guijia is located is small, it is rich in weapon refiners and is known as the second hometown of weapon refiners.

Shi Guijia has never been very good at remembering things, but when she saw this plaque, she seemed to have some recollection of it. This thing was a gift from the emperor back then, and later she just left it here to gather dust.

"What's the use of this? You might as well take it and trade it for a bar."

Shi Guijia smacked her lips and thought to herself, but then she thought again that if she really did that, her younger sister would start nagging again, and that would never end.

Fortunately, there was still some money in the small bamboo basket where she had kept it. She got up, staggered over, trembling as she stuffed the money into her bosom, picked up her clothes and put them on, then pushed open the door and went out.

Most of the town's residents make a living by refining weapons. They all know some unique weapon-refining methods. Although these unique methods are very attractive, most of them have little practical value. Shi Guijia was once one of them.

They value aesthetics and special effects, since grandeur, beauty, and magnificence are paramount in sacrificial rites. Therefore, most of the town's residents aim for this. If someone can forge an extremely magnificent sacrificial vessel and have it adopted by the royal family, that person will become an idol for the entire town.

Of course, not everyone likes to refine such tools. When Shi Guijia went out to buy wine, some people stood on the viewing platform and made their own opinions.

"Although the royal family supplies us with a steady stream of spirit stones, we cannot just forge sacrificial artifacts for the royal family. As weapon refiners, we should focus on the world and forge more things that can change the world."

The viewing platform was for the town's weapon refiners to display their work and exchange ideas. At that moment, a little boy stood there, loudly proclaiming his theories.

“Spiritual energy is a gift from heaven. The true job of a weapon refiner is to combine spiritual energy with inanimate objects. Immortals ascend to heaven and manifest sainthood through spiritual energy, and weapon refiners can also rely on spiritual energy to turn a lump of inanimate objects into miracles. We shouldn’t waste our energy creating so many dazzling but useless luxuries. What we should create are miracles!”

Shi Guijia stopped and looked at the little boy on the viewing platform. She seemed to recognize him. The boy's name was Liu Shaoheng. He seemed to be the most famous genius in the town in recent years. He could read thousands of characters at the age of three, wrote countless poems at the age of four, and began to wield an iron hammer at the age of five, trying to forge weapons himself. She often heard her younger sister mention this boy, so she could remember him to some extent.

"A genius..." she muttered, for some reason, letting out a sigh of admiration.

After the little boy finished speaking on the viewing platform, the adults below burst into friendly laughter. Someone recognized the genius and exclaimed, "Shaoheng, have you come up with something new again? Show it to us uncles and elders!"

"Yes, yes, it gives us some inspiration."

The crowd cheered, and the little boy, without hiding it, pulled out a palm-sized human-shaped doll from his pocket and placed it on the ground.

The crowd quieted down, and everyone looked at each other, not finding anything special about it.

The little boy fiddled with it for a moment, and saw that the chest of the humanoid doll emitted a brilliant blue light. There was a spirit stone embedded there. The spirit stone constantly burst out with spiritual energy, which drove the doll to move along the circuits carved deep inside the doll.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the puppet tumbled, stood upside down, and performed various actions. The little boy looked at the audience and shouted:

"The real miracle is man!"

"If we can forge them by imitating the path that immortals use to circulate spiritual energy, then we might be able to create such androids. With more of these androids, they can do a lot of work, and we won't have to work so hard anymore!"

As the little boy spoke, the stunned crowd came to their senses, followed by another burst of laughter.

Nobody took it seriously. The circulation of spiritual energy and the spiritual energy circuit carved in this way are completely different things. Moreover, it's not that no one has ever proposed such a concept before. It's just that the person who proposed the concept never managed to complete such a masterpiece in their lifetime, let alone anyone else.

Humans are indeed miracles, but it is precisely because of their uniqueness that they can be called miracles. The combination of spirit stones and inanimate objects cannot create such miracles. Instead of studying such impractical things, it would be better to study sacrificial artifacts. After all, if you are chosen, you will soar to the heavens and achieve great success.

Shi Guijia stood in the crowd listening, then suddenly remembered that her purpose was to buy wine, so she staggered back toward the wine shop.

"You've come again. Is it the same as before?"

"Ah, um, oh..."

"okay."

With the money paid and the wine taken, the purpose of going out today, which was rare, was achieved.

The strong aroma of alcohol wafted into her nostrils, stimulating her taste buds. She thought about buying some snacks to go with the alcohol, but after checking the money in her pocket, she decided against it.

"Being penniless truly puts even a hero to the brink of ruin."

She sang her self-composed song in a strange voice as she staggered home.

Over at the viewing platform, the little boy had already taken his artwork down. Now, a refined man was taking the stage to present his work. He wore glasses, had an elegant demeanor, and was dressed in pristine white robes. He smiled as he described his piece—an ordinary ritual vessel. The man appeared to be from out of town; Shi Guijia glanced at him and then left without a second thought.

Their town is not isolated, and many weapon refiners come from far and wide. It is precisely because of this that the town is known as the second hometown of weapon refiners.

"Oh no, trouble is here..."

In the distance, at the doorway of her house, stood a girl who looked similar to Shi Guijia, with the same blonde hair but shorter, looking menacing.

Upon seeing Shi Guijia, she took the initiative to walk over before the other woman even got close, angrily questioning, "Sister, did you know that Luoyi got into a fight with someone at school today?"

"...Who is Luo Yi?"

"Even if you're not fully conscious, you shouldn't be this bad. That's your daughter, your daughter!"

What a nuisance! She smacked her lips and was about to put the wine gourd in her mouth when her younger sister, Shi Guiyan, slapped her away.

"Stop drinking and listen to me!"

"……you say."

"The sacrificial vessels for this ceremony have malfunctioned. The royal court has summoned me to repair them. I may have to go, and it will take about three months. I'm entrusting Luo Yi to you for now."

"...Can't we take her with us?"

"Of course not! I'm not going on vacation. Besides, Luo Yi needs to study." Shi Guiyan became increasingly angry as she spoke, grabbing Shi Guijia's collar. "Moreover, Luo Yi is your daughter. It's only natural for a mother to take care of her daughter!"

"This is so troublesome."

"Is this something a responsible mother should say?!"

"...Then why don't you be her mother?"

“Listen, Shi Guijia, don’t try to shift all your blame onto me. Do you know why she got into a fight at school today? It’s because people called her a bastard, a wandering ghost. You’re clearly mother and daughter, yet she’s being described like that. Don’t you feel even a little bit guilty?”

"...So long-winded."

"Just three months, is that okay? Sis, I'm begging you, please have a little responsibility and commitment."

"Your hand touched my chest. If you want to touch me, you can just say so. Or are you insecure because you're flat-chested and that's why you're here to seek validation?"

boom!

Ah, I've been knocked away. Shi Guijia lay on the ground, looking at the sky and thinking.

When she sat up again, her younger sister had already stormed off, leaving behind only the words: "I've brought all of Luo Yi's daily necessities. Take responsibility for taking good care of her. If you dare not take good care of her, I'll beat you to death when I get back."

Shi Guijia sighed helplessly, touched the back of her head, and thankfully, she wasn't injured.

"Brains are precious," she thought, her mind racing. She got up, dusted herself off, and went inside.

The room was no longer as dark as before. In the short time she had been gone, the trash and clutter had been cleared away, and the whole room was filled with light. Various household items and some small toys were placed at the door. Of course, none of these mattered. Shi Guijia spotted a money bag and picked it up, but was immediately drawn to the note hanging on it.

Here is about three thousand strings of cash, which is Luoyi's living expenses and tuition fees. Spend it sparingly.

P.S.: If you dare use it to buy alcohol, I'll beat you to death (￣ε(＃￣)☆╰╮o(￣皿￣///))】

"..."

Shi Guijia, who had originally planned to use the money to buy fine wine and food, immediately abandoned the idea.

Since it was for her daughter, she had no right to touch it. She casually tossed the money into the small bamboo basket and staggered into her room.

Sure enough, the trash and clutter in her room had been cleaned up. Shi Guijia smacked her lips and sat down in a familiar corner.

The light was too bright, so she waved her hand and extinguished all the candles. Darkness enveloped her again, giving her a sense of security.

He picked up the gourd, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down the wine. The shimmering white liquid dripped down his neck, and a familiar sensation washed over him. Shi Guijia smacked his lips and let out a satisfied burp.

It's a pity there weren't any snacks to go with the drinks.

She muttered to herself, trying to stop thinking, but the next second, she felt something staring at her.

Ding Deng Deng.

Footsteps could be heard outside the room.

She ignored it and just kept drinking her wine, but then the footsteps disappeared, and the feeling of being watched surged up again.

She sighed and looked over, only to see a little girl hiding behind the door, peeking out half her head and looking at her timidly.

With her sea-blue hair and delicate features, even though the world before her was so dizzying, she recognized her daughter, Yang Luoyi.

"Luoyi, come here."

She waved to her daughter, her voice coming through the darkness, but the latter remained motionless, simply looking at her.

"Want some?"

What mother in the world asks her daughter if she drinks alcohol? Shi Guijia laughed at herself, saying she was a terrible mother who not only couldn't take care of her child, but even tried to use this method to get closer to her.

However, there was nothing that could be done about it. Yang Luoyi grew up with her younger sister. She remembered that when Yang Luoyi was only one year old, she abandoned her to her sister without a second thought.

Hey, I'm really not a good mother, and I'm not a good older sister either. Over the years, my younger sister has raised Yang Luoyi all by herself. It must have been very difficult for her.

Looking at it this way, it's really nothing that I only took care of her for three months.

Shi Guijia smacked her lips, about to put down her wine gourd, when she heard Yang Luoyi's low voice from outside the door: "Drink."

A moment of silence.

"Children shouldn't drink alcohol, didn't your aunt teach you that?" Shi Guijia waved her hand and said, "Go on, go on, anything is fine, go have fun."

Yang Luo stood still.

Shi Guijia seemed to remember something and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Yang Luo shook his head and stared at her intently.

"Don't look at me, I can't cook. Didn't your aunt cook for you?"

"without……"

There wasn't even time to cook for Yang Luoyi, so the problem with the sacrificial artifacts over there must be quite serious. Shi Guijia thought to herself, she got up, walked unsteadily to the small bamboo basket, took a few copper coins from her money bag, and threw them to Yang Luoyi.

"Go outside and buy whatever you like to eat. If you don't have enough, just leave the money here and take it yourself."

As she spoke, she stopped looking at Yang Luoyi, sat back down in her original spot, and gulped down her wine.