The improved female villains regained their memories.

The [Beyond the Heavens] artifact unfolded its screen again, and everyone was immediately shown the scene of the imperial city.

That was an apocalyptic scene.

Heavenly fire descended, turning everything to ashes, with no hope of redemption.

"Master!" Liu Shaoheng suddenly sat up straight.

Everyone looked at him strangely.

However, only Liu Shaoheng knew that Shi Guijia had clearly stated that she was going to the capital.

Could it be that...?

Li Tianfei, who was constantly observing Liu Shaoheng's condition, hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Master will be alright.

She's the world's number one weapon refiner, what could possibly happen to her?

"Who is your master?" Li Tianfei asked hastily, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

“My master is, is, Shi Guijia…”

Everyone was taken aback.

Lin Xueyao, who had some idea of ​​what was going on, remained silent. At the time, the woman hadn't recognized her, but had still beaten her up.

Li Tianfei took a few deep breaths, slowly exhaled, and used his abilities to try to restore the scene at this moment when [Tianwaitian] played.

But the screen went dark the next moment.

"What happened?!" Liu Shaoheng stood up anxiously. "Is Master really in trouble?"

"...What are you saying?"

Li Tianfei put away his magical artifact and, under everyone's gaze, smacked his lips and said, "The number one weapon refiner in the world, what do you take her for? Let alone a calamity, even if several True Immortals attacked her, she wouldn't die."

The sound of raindrops was coming from the window; it was raining outside.

He sat there, glancing out the window, his expression somewhat sad: "All these years, she never gave up on any hardship, yet she died so easily. God won't take her."

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A blonde woman, half of her body burned and the other half covered in lividity, was walking breathlessly on the main road.

Her flying artifact was destroyed, heavenly fire descended, and hordes of corpses reveled. She used all her strength to escape.

However, this comes at a considerable cost.

Many magical artifacts were left in the imperial city, including an eighth-grade artifact. The continuous forced activation caused her already shattered spiritual root to ache terribly.

Sweat mingled with the smell of dirt, and half of his face was covered in blood and grime, making him look like a beggar.

She carried a sword on her back, named "Piaomiao".

"Huh...huh..."

She gasped for breath and finally collapsed to the ground.

"I can't fall here, I absolutely can't..."

She gritted her teeth, got up, and dragged her crippled body step by step toward the town.

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On the horizon, Yang Pingsheng and Yang Luoyi looked out.

"Seeing your mother like this, do you feel even the slightest bit of guilt?"

Her own daughter sent another question.

Yang Pingsheng did not answer. His gaze was fixed on the clouds, and he recalled events from long ago.

That was Shi Guijia from his perspective.

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At the Weapon Forging Academy, a reserved-looking young man carefully carried some blueprints. The only way to the academy was through a path lined with dandelions on both sides, a place frequently used by bullies for robbery.

He had originally planned to go early in the morning, when no one was paying attention, but a voice called out to him: "Hey, you, stop right there, what are you holding?"

He shuddered, turned around, and saw the legendary "Golden-haired Demon" standing there. His face immediately fell, and he cried out, "Sister Shi, please, I'm counting on this weapon-forging idea to apply for the prize money! Please, please don't..."

"What are you doing? Can't I take a look?"

Before he could react, his body was bound by several magical artifacts. The golden-haired demon grinned as he took the blueprints from him, looked at them, and laughed:

"Great idea! What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking last night too. How did you manage to copy my idea?"

"Sister Shi, Sister Shi!" the boy cried out in alarm, "Please, please, don't..."

"Don't say anything." The blond devil's face turned cold: "Go and find out whose territory this road is. Do you think it's possible for you to pass without paying a toll?"

"Sister Shi, no..."

He screamed in fear, but the other person's face grew increasingly grim. He knew he was in for a beating and closed his eyes in terror.

However, to my surprise, the expected pain did not come.

He opened his eyes again and found that a certain warrior had actually grabbed the golden-haired demon's wrist.

He was a boy with a gentle expression and a somewhat melancholy look.

The blond devil looked up at him, then at the wrist gripping his: "What do you mean?"

The young man laughed: "If you want ideas for weapon forging, I have plenty here. I've already paid your toll for this brother."

"Oh ho, so you're going to be the first one to stick your neck out?"

The blond devil looked him up and down, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"Okay, but I have very high standards."

These days, there are still people eager to be fleeced; this was Yang Pingsheng's first thought upon seeing Shi Guijia.

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One day, the blond devil got his comeuppance, his face bruised and swollen, clearly having been dealt with.

The boy found it somewhat amusing; it was the first time he had ever seen such an arrogant girl put in such a difficult position. As he applied medicine to her wounds, he asked, "Who did this?"

"Damn it, they're a couple, what's with the name Gan Jiang and Mo Xie? What's with the arrogance? Just because they were promoted by the dean, they think they can treat me like this? Just wait, I'm going to get my revenge."

The boy sighed and tried to comfort her, but the girl tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to fall asleep.

She's always the one hitting others; no one ever hits her.

It's important to know that her motto was, "I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me."

The next day, instead of going to the weapon-refining academy, she went to the palace.

Also on the afternoon of the following day, the boy, Yang Pingsheng, heard from the system that the male and female protagonists had been expelled from the weapon-refining academy for assaulting a classmate.

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"Father, I'm asking you a question. Seeing Mother like this, do you feel any remorse?"

Yang Luo pressed him for answers, but Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

He just watched silently, his face expressionless, like a statue that had stood for a long time.

Chapter 358 Calamity is Approaching

According to Liu Shaoheng's description, creating this so-called "Shangri-La" requires the joint efforts of all the weapon refiners.

However, they encountered difficulties right from the start, and at least for now, no one can solve these difficulties.

Yang Luoyi did not participate in their discussion. She stood on the veranda outside the house, watching the thick fog churning in the courtyard.

Jiuwu followed her out and stood beside her.

The little head moved slightly, and the blue hair was curled up in the mist, not daring to show itself.

Jiuwu asked, "Are you worried about your mother?"

Yang Luo remained silent, but Jiuwu's question was enough to attract two gazes from the sky, which descended through layers of mist, though he himself was unaware of it.

Yang Luo said timidly, "Mother and Aunt are over there..."

Jiuwu remained silent.

The atmosphere around him became oppressive, and even the surrounding fog seemed to retreat.

Yang Luoyi continued softly, "I'm worried about both my aunt and my mother. I told my aunt that I would take good care of my mother, but both my mother and aunt are there now..."

Why would a child take a promise so seriously?

Jiuwu reached out and stroked Yang Luoyi's head: "Don't worry, they'll all be fine."

"Common phrases for comforting children."

A voice came from behind him, and Li Tianfei came out.

He stopped, and under Jiuwu's questioning gaze, said, "Shi Guiyan hasn't replied for so long, there's a high chance something happened to her, and judging from the reaction of [Tianwaitian], your mother might also be..."

"Old man, if you can't comfort people, then don't try to comfort them!" Chen Ziyun followed from behind and kicked the old man: "You're so old, don't you know how to talk?"

Li Tianfei dodged the question, his expression calm: "What I said is true, and people always have to learn to face it."

Chen Ziyun reached out and, with an invisible speed, tugged at his beard: "Stop spouting your bunch of grand theories, they're disgusting."

When the two started arguing, Jiuwu coughed and said, "That's enough, you two."

He said, "They're not as fragile as you think."

The old man and the young man stopped fighting and looked over at the same time.

Yang Luoyi watched quietly; his small frame seemed as tall as a mountain.

"That's not the problem anymore. The key issue is what's next," Li Tianfei muttered. "If that kid can't make the magic weapon, we're all going to die."

A jar filled with light was handed to him.

This is what Jiuwu brought out, with a kind smile: "The origin of the world, is that alright?"