The improved female villains regained their memories.

But today, she used the excuse of a stomachache to run away. Unlike a rigid teacher, the master would usually let her leave if she gave a decent reason.

Finding a secluded spot in the schoolyard, Yang Luo took out a broken dagger and some materials. These were given to her by Jiu Wu as her homework, and the assignment was to repair it.

“This is a huge project. Once you learn how to heal, you’ll be able to refine your skills soon,” Jiuwu told her with a smile.

The girl didn't think much of what Jiuwu said; she was only focused on refining weapons, so since he said so, she naturally did as he said.

The refining material that Jiuwu gave her was exquisite. It was the size of a fist and resembled a lotus flower sculpted from ice, with a hint of red in the center. It exuded a chilling aura, so cold it was terrifying.

To use the ice-forging method to repair and refine artifacts with ice-attribute treasures of heaven and earth is to say that the problem that Jiuwu encountered was not a simple one. Generally speaking, it is best if the materials of the treasures of heaven and earth used can be countered by one's own spiritual energy attribute. For ice-forging methods like this, it is best to use water-attribute materials, or at the very least, fire-attribute materials.

The ice-attribute material that Jiuwu gave was clearly intended to make things difficult for Yang Luoyi, but Yang Luoyi was not angry. Instead, she focused all her attention on the material.

Conventional weapon forging methods are definitely not feasible, because the ice-forging method conflicts with the ice attribute, and even shaping it would be very difficult. Yang Luoyi is very clever, and she immediately understood the key point of Jiuwu's assessment. He wanted to test her to see if she could use the ice attribute to find an alternative path.

Since the other party had laid out the key points of the exam, Yang Luoyi naturally wouldn't back down, and she immediately began to try.

The first attempt failed.

The second attempt failed.

The third attempt also failed.

Soon, the originally beautiful lotus flower shape became uneven and ugly, and the dagger that needed repair did not improve; on the contrary, it became more serious.

But Yang Luoyi persisted and persevered.

After each failure, she would stop, carefully consider the reasons for the failure, summarize the experience, and then try a new solution.

As Yang Luoyi gained more experience and success, she naturally became more and more adept at it.

The twentieth attempt failed.

The twenty-first attempt failed.

The twenty-second attempt failed.

The twenty-third attempt... Success!

It took Yang Luoyi a full twenty-three attempts to succeed.

The original lotus flowers were scattered and turned into small ice balls. Although the dagger was repaired, the overall damage was considerable, and many flaws appeared.

If it were a normal weapon refiner, it would take twenty or three attempts to successfully repair something, and if it turned out like this, he would be ridiculed by his peers. Even if he wasn't ridiculed by his peers, he would find a corner to bury himself in.

No other reason than it's too embarrassing.

But Yang Luoyi didn't think that way. In the sunlight, she waved the repaired dagger and smiled.

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The cross-world passage has been opened.

Just as the old Taoist priest was about to enter, he noticed the young girl hesitated, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are we really leaving like this?" the girl asked, but due to the existence of the world's will, she didn't finish her sentence.

The old Taoist priest sighed. He knew the child's faults all too well. He figured that the person in charge had brought the child along to help the plan run smoothly and to temper her character.

The old Taoist priest didn't want to explain, but he knew that if he didn't, the child would remain curious forever. So he spoke up, "Do you know what fate is?"

He pointed to the birds flying overhead: "That's fate."

He then pointed to the fish in the river and said, "That's fate."

Finally, he pointed to the girl and himself: "This is all fate."

He said, “What is called destiny is the origin, which originates from heaven and earth. Heaven and earth endow people with this origin, thus giving birth to different people. How to distinguish them is to look at their origin.”

Some people like salty food, while others like spicy food.

"Some people are lustful, and some are greedy for money."

"Some people are willing to die for others, while others are willing to let others die."

"These are all fundamental."

The old Taoist priest sighed and said, "Actions are made based on instinct, and that gives rise to ability. People are driven by instinct to make all sorts of actions. These actions seem to be random, but they can be traced back to their source to predict the other party's future actions."

"But the other party's future actions are uncertain, because the two energies of heaven and earth are changing, and people will also change with the changes of the two energies of heaven and earth. For example, a person who likes spicy food may move to a different place or, after a period of time, stop liking spicy food and switch to salty food. This kind of change is called luck."

"So-called fate is like this. The reason why that great man is so powerful is because he sees through the essence. It's like a fish swimming in the river that suddenly mutates and flies into the sky. Ordinary people like us can't do that. All we can do is gently tug at the threads of fate and guide the outcome in a direction that is favorable to us. This is how we seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."

The girl remained silent.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, "But will doing this really lead to the child the result we want?"

"The most amazing thing about fate is that you can indirectly influence the result you need simply by taking action elsewhere."

As the old Taoist priest spoke, he waved his hand and projected the image.

There, a child's childhood is depicted.

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A brand new wooden house stood in front of the door, with a woman with short blonde hair leading her luggage and carrying a bamboo basket.

"From now on, let's live here."

As she spoke, she let out a long sigh of relief, put down her luggage and bamboo basket, and cursed, "Someone sneaked here all by themselves without even saying hello, really..."

Before the curse could even be uttered, the bamboo basket stirred, and a baby girl poked her head out.

She stared at the blonde woman with her big, dark eyes and laughed, "Awoo awoo..."

The blonde woman smiled, knelt down, took the outstretched finger in her hand, and murmured, "It's alright, leave it to me."

The baby girl looked at her, reached out, and touched her face.

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The little girl sat on the table, and the blonde woman smiled as she handed her the finished toy.

"Thank you, Auntie," the girl said sweetly.

The blonde woman's heart melted. She hugged her and asked, "Little Luo Yi, your birthday is coming up soon. Is there anything you'd like as a gift?"

The girl thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat with my father and mother."

The blonde woman paused, her smile freezing on her face, and asked, "Why do you want this?"

“All the other kids are like this, so I want to too,” the girl replied.

"..."

The blonde woman neither said yes nor no; she simply remained silent.

That night, the girl heard crying coming from the blonde woman's room.

From then on, the girl never brought up that hurtful request again.

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The girl entered the blonde woman's weapon-making room for the first time.

"Xiao Luoyi, what are you doing here? It's dangerous here. Be good, listen to me, go outside and wait for your aunt."

"Auntie." The girl didn't leave, but looked up at her: "You said my mother is the greatest weapon refiner in the world, is that true?"

“Of course,” the blonde woman said. “Your mother is the most skilled weapon refiner in the world.”

"If I become a weapon refiner, will my mother teach me?"

“Of course,” the blonde woman said with a smile. “Your mother taught your aunt.”

"If I become a weapon refiner, will she give me a reward?"

"Of course! Xiao Luoyi, you're so obedient. If you really become a weapon refiner, your mother will definitely reward you!"

The girl agreed and obediently went out.

From then on, she had a wish: she wanted to become a weapon refiner.

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The scene freezes on Yang Luoyi standing in the classroom, holding a dagger, looking happy.

"Now, do you understand?" the old Taoist priest said, looking at the bewildered girl.

“People have different perspectives. You can’t understand why our actions would affect that girl. The root cause is that you don’t understand that girl’s true nature.”

The old Taoist priest sighed softly as he spoke, and said:

Ultimately, it's just a matter of fate.

Chapter 338 Who is knocking on the door?

Sitting in Zhi Zixun's former study, Shi Guijia took out all the magical artifacts she always carried with her.

As she examined each of the ritual implements and touched them, her agitated heart calmed down.

Sunlight streamed down the wooden tabletop, casting dappled patterns. A clear breeze blew in from the open window. The process of preparing the ritual implements was long and tedious, but Shi Guijia was able to do it wholeheartedly, for these items symbolized her past honors.

She picked up one of the magical artifacts, which she and Yang Pingsheng had created together. That boy was always the same; when she was in a bad mood while refining magical artifacts, he would soothe her anxiety with a gentle attitude. Originally, her students and assistants were not allowed to enter her refining room under such circumstances, but the boy broke this rule.

He would always stand behind her, without saying a word, gently pressing her temples, stroking her hair, or bringing her a bowl of hot soup he had made himself. Even if she vented all her anger and resentment on him, he would just smile and remain silent.

For Shi Guijia, Yang Pingsheng was the cooler when she was irritable. Just as a tyrant would become gentle for the person he loved, Yang Pingsheng was the person she loved.

For him, she was an exception.

But in the end, the beloved was gone; he was gone, the tyrant was gone, and in his place was only a drunkard.

The wind carried in the lingering scent of clouds, and Shi Guijia gave a bitter smile. Now, this drunkard had to rely on the tyrant's talents.

Downstairs, Liu Shaoheng was frantically making breakfast. Several pairs of hungry, watery eyes stared at him, making him even more anxious. Fortunately, the pink-haired little girl would come over to help him, which made things a bit easier for him.

However, he felt a little guilty, since the other girl looked to be eight or nine years old, and he, being the oldest, needed a little girl's help, which was somewhat embarrassing.

In fact, his treacherous master didn't tell him that he was the oldest, not including the pink-haired girl. The girl looked young, but she was actually thirteen years old and almost fourteen.

Only Liu Shaoheng, with his mature mind, failed to notice the strangeness of the situation.

Time passed slowly, and while the children were still struggling with breakfast, Shi Guijia was already making progress.

Using the magical artifacts that she and Yang Pingsheng had researched together, Shi Guijia found some clues in the room.