The improved female villains regained their memories.

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These flames could not be extinguished with water, nor could they be suppressed by immortal techniques. In an instant, the already hot weather became even hotter, almost roasting people alive. Yang Pingsheng did not linger and used a spacetime immortal technique to rush in.

As a flame formed from catastrophe, it can even destroy spiritual energy protection.

Yang Pingsheng's goal was not to eliminate them; the catastrophe could only be left to disappear on its own. All he could do was save people.

By constantly slowing down, pausing, and fast-forwarding with time, his figure flew swiftly between the villages, continuously moving people to safe places. However, the villages were too scattered, and the fire was spreading too quickly, making it difficult for Yang Pingsheng to attend to everything.

A bolt of fire shot towards him like an arrow. Yang Pingsheng barely managed to dodge it thanks to the 0.5 seconds of pause, but his arm was still scratched because he was holding the child.

There were too many people in the village, and even if he were an immortal, he would be overwhelmed for a while.

"Any other killer moves? Like creating clones or increasing speed?" Yang Pingsheng asked.

"No, no, no, no, no." The system was terrified by Yang Pingsheng. It was indeed afraid that something might happen to Yang Pingsheng, since it couldn't heal the damage caused by the catastrophe. "Why don't you keep this place paused? That way everyone will be safe."

He was so nervous that he spoke without thinking.

Yang Pingsheng sighed and comforted the system in return: "Never mind, it's okay, I'll figure something out." As he spoke, he kept pausing, speeding up, skipping, and switching back and forth. For a while, he really mastered the spacetime-based killing move.

The system is right, this is probably the last time.

He is not a saint and cannot save a world from catastrophe.

But even if it's the last time, we must give it our all.

Meanwhile, at the final weapon crafting competition, Shi Guijia's weapon crafting also reached a crucial stage.

Amidst the fervent admiration of those around her, the blonde girl calmly and slowly raised the treasure enveloped in spiritual energy into the sky.

Golden spiritual energy permeated the high sky; this was the unique method of refining artifacts using golden spiritual energy—the Vajra Method.

Shi Guijia's eyes were clear, her appearance was neat, and her arrogance was evident as she looked at her opponent with deep disdain.

"Who dares to challenge me for the championship?"

She had already discussed the weapon crafting for the final competition with Yang Pingsheng, and this time, she was going to make it a reality.

Seemingly sensing the pressure from Shi Guijia, the opponent broke out in a cold sweat and even made mistakes in his haste.

Shi Guijia chuckled and quickly glanced at the audience seats. When she found that the seat was still empty, she quickly lowered her eyes.

She was unhappy.

She was very unhappy that the person didn't come.

This is a ritual implement she made especially for him; she wanted to witness it with him.

At this crucial moment, the girl's thoughts drifted to that person. What was that person doing right now?

"It's troublesome."

A fire engulfed a house, and inside, a family was still trapped.

The wind seemed to grow stronger, and thick smoke obscured his vision. The cries of children and the shouts of adults for help continued to rise. Yang Pingsheng took a deep breath and took off his coat.

The system was so frightened it almost fell to the ground: "Ping, Pingsheng, don't tell me you're trying to force your way in."

"Ah."

"Ah ba ah ba ah ba..."

The system crashed for a moment. What it meant by "no impact" was that Yang Pingsheng wouldn't die while saving people. But now, he's going to force his way through the heavenly fire born from the cataclysm. Isn't that playing with fire?

"No, absolutely not! If you get burned to death like this, you'll really die!"

"fine."

"You, what will happen to Heaven's justice? What will happen to the female villain? You..."

However, before the system could finish speaking, Yang Pingsheng rushed in.

With a loud bang, the terrifying explosion caused a violent upheaval in space.

It was because his opponent's weapon forging went wrong; Shi Guijia's pressure was too great, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Miss Shi is going to win."

"Even the most talented person in the royal family couldn't defeat her."

“This is a true genius. He defeated them without any royal guidance in his training.”

The chatter of the onlookers reached Shi Guijia's ears. She pursed her lips and glanced at the seats again.

Still no one.

Is... he not coming?

That's understandable. After all, he's a demonic cultivator, and it would be very troublesome if he suddenly appeared and his identity was exposed.

Shi Guijia sighed softly. She wanted to be with him, openly and honestly, forever.

That's why she chose to forge such a magical artifact in the weapon-forging competition.

"Wait, this aura..."

"A ninth-grade magic weapon! Miss Shi Guijia is forging a ninth-grade magic weapon!!!"

In the stands, people stared wide-eyed and erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

The charred skin was unrecognizable.

The system was terrified. It was the first time it had ever seen Yang Pingsheng so ruthless to himself. It was the first time it had ever seen him like this.

"From your left arm down to your chest, my energy can only help you remove the flames attached to you; it can't help you heal your wounds."

"It's okay, this is enough."

Yang Pingsheng's tone was calm, as if he felt no pain: "Thank you."

"Ha, with our relationship, why are you talking about this..."

Something feels off; I don't know why, but the system is giving me the creeps.

The fire had engulfed the entire village, yet some people were still trapped.

At the home of a widow on the east side of the village, the village chief told him that the woman had just given birth and, even if she wanted to run away, she wouldn't have the strength.

Yang Pingsheng said nothing and silently headed there.

The house was still engulfed by heavenly fire, and inside, the figure of a woman could be vaguely seen.

"System, please help me move the flames that are touching me as soon as possible."

"I'll try my best, but take it easy. I don't have much energy left."

One person, unified and no longer communicating, charged into the ferocious flames.

A red light pierced through the heavens and earth.

Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Shi Guijia completed her weapon forging.

A terrifying pressure descended upon this place, shattering the opponent's Dao heart, and causing the already precarious materials to explode completely.

Everyone stared in disbelief at this scene. No weapon refiner had ever successfully forged a ninth-grade magic weapon in a weapon refining competition. You must know that a ninth-grade magic weapon is the pinnacle of weapon refining, the highest masterpiece of a weapon refiner. Which weapon refiner doesn't pour their heart and soul into it, spending decades or even hundreds of years to have a chance of successfully forging one? Yet Shi Guijia actually succeeded in forging it in the competition.

Everyone fell silent, even the emperor remained silent for a long time.

"Number one in the world!"

It's unclear who shouted this first, but soon the entire venue erupted in cheers of "Number One in the World." In their eyes, Shi Guijia truly deserved the title.

A ninth-grade magical artifact, the best in the world, truly deserving of its title.

"Number one in the world! Number one in the world!"

The cheers grew louder and louder until finally, the emperor raised his hand and gestured to the host.

The host nodded and immediately announced, "The winner will return home in good times!"

When the cheers gradually subsided, the emperor stood up, walked to the railing, looked down at Shi Guijia, and asked, "To be able to forge a ninth-grade magic weapon in such a short time during the competition, regardless of its flaws, is unprecedented. Shi Guijia, I keep my word. From now on, you are the number one weapon refiner in the world. Whether it is teaching or establishing an academy, no one will stop you anymore."

Instantly, the previously subsiding shouts became deafening again.

Many of Shi Guijia's followers were moved to tears. They were all people who could not enter the Royal Academy to study weapon crafting, but Shi Guijia had taught them through his travels in the martial arts world, so they naturally did their best to support him.

Shi Guijia wanted to make weapon crafting public, which conflicted with the royal family's philosophy. As a result, the royal family had always made things difficult for her. But now, with the official support, Shi Guijia can finally teach openly and legitimately.

"Heh, I'm not afraid of you guys anyway. If I really wanted to do it, do you think you could stop me? If I hadn't promised someone, I wouldn't have bothered with this stupid competition." Shi Guijia curled her lip in disdain.

She looked down on the royal family, and naturally, she also looked down on their rewards. In her eyes, whether she was the best weapon refiner in the world was none of the royal family's business.

The emperor smiled slightly, unconcerned about Shi Guijia's offense, and instead asked, "Ninth-grade magic artifacts must be named by the artifact refiner himself, and the name of each ninth-grade magic artifact will be renowned throughout history. I am very curious, what name will you give this magic artifact?"

"A name?"

Shi Guijia thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "Luoluo is as firm as stone, and my original intention remains unchanged. Spreading the art of weapon forging throughout the world is my original intention. No matter what, I, Shi Guijia, will always remember my original intention."

"Therefore, this magical artifact is called [Luo Yi]!"

"Luoyi, Luoyi!"

The crowd rose to their feet, cheering incessantly.

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"It's over with Shi Guijia."

"Really."

"Yes, she won."

"Ah."

Yang Pingsheng nodded slightly.

Just then, the heavenly fire subsided.

The house was charred, and Yang Pingsheng stood there, his mood unreadable by the system.