The improved female villains regained their memories.

Chapter 366 The Grand Plan

Guan Hongyi came from the Guan family and was taught from a young age to be loyal to the country and bring honor to his family.

Her father was arguably the person she respected most, and Guan Hongyi couldn't tolerate Su Murong's words, whether they were true or false.

Immortal's ultimate move - Wind Spirit Armor.

Just as she was about to fight to find out what was going on, Jiu Ba Huang stopped her.

"Don't be impulsive. This person controls popularity and is your nemesis."

Nine-Eight Desolation saw through Su Murong's intentions at a glance. It looked at her and sneered, "Little girl, this kind of provocation is rather laughable."

"I'm just telling the truth. If you insist on thinking I'm trying to provoke you, then there's nothing I can do." Su Murong shrugged.

Despite his seemingly indifferent demeanor, Su Murong was extremely vigilant inside.

She didn't care about Guan Hongyi, but the key was this broken Qilin. She had suffered a loss in the battle at Tianren Mountain, and now facing it alone, she was bound to feel some pressure.

After all, it was a demon beast with the combat power of a true immortal, and an ancient monster from ancient times.

Without further ado, she immediately summoned the Ghostly Sorrow, and Su Rouxue's image appeared, protecting her.

"The two of you."

She grinned and said loudly, "If you want to break the formation, you'll have to get past me first."

The Vermilion Bird cried out loudly, and flames burst forth, reaching ten thousand feet high. The Nine-Eight Desolations were not to be outdone, and their oppressive aura spread outwards.

The battle between the two sides has begun.

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The Heavenly Guardian Sect.

Ling Tiandu sat upright in the main seat, with the ninth-grade magic artifact [World in the Palm] floating in his palm, several points of light flashing there, allowing Ling Tiandu to see it clearly.

Silk threads extend from these points of light, and when a point of light steps on a certain silk thread, several new silk threads will extend out.

"The so-called future is actually the result of the choices we make. The World in the Palm is indeed a ninth-grade magic artifact for deduction. With it, I can see the future choices more clearly."

She waited quietly for the changes on the northern battlefield, and after a long while, she sighed.

"Gu Zi'ang is in danger," she said.

The God of Wine stood beside her, listening to her speak, and asked in confusion, "Ling'er, our Guardian Heaven Sect is quite strong. Although the villains won a small victory at Tianren Mountain, our overall strength is still stronger. Whether it's boiling the frog slowly or overwhelming us with a large army, we are superior. Now that we've split up our forces, won't it be easier for the villains to devour us?"

Ling Tiandu sighed, offering no further explanation.

Those who are good at deduction tend to act differently from ordinary people because they care more about the future than about obvious benefits.

Ling Tiandu naturally wanted to launch a massive attack and engage in a decisive battle before the female villains could assemble, but her deductions told her that this wouldn't work. For example, if she were to devise a plan to encircle and annihilate Luo Benmo on her own, she would only end up with Luo Benmo suddenly unleashing his power and turning the tables on her.

Even if Ling Tiandu wanted to fight, Heaven wouldn't allow it.

These female villains each have their own methods and powerful backgrounds. If they force a decisive battle without any planning, they will only end up defeated and killed.

The duel between Heaven's will and human will has reached a critical point, and Ling Tiandu will not allow himself to fail.

The battle has lasted for tens of millions of years, with protagonists and villains from all eras vying for supremacy. This game of chess has been going on until now, and even if a true immortal is at the peak of the world, once they enter this game, they can only be a pawn.

Seeing that Ling Tian was silent and looked worried, the God of Wine comforted her again, "It's okay, Ling'er. I know what you want to do. No matter what happens in the end, I will always support you."

“It’s alright, Uncle Wine God.” Ling Tiandu smiled slightly, glanced at Wine God, and then focused on the world in his palm. “I know that to accomplish great things in this world, one must make great efforts. Now that I have taken on this responsibility, I will not give up easily.”

"Sigh..." The God of Wine sighed, "You're right, but really, shouldn't I go to the Northern Territory? That Song Panning, although she's only a Earth Immortal, has incredibly exquisite array formations. Last time we suffered such a great loss because we were too restricted by her array formations. Now that she's already set up an array there, I'm afraid..."

Ling Tiandu shook his head, indicating that the God of Wine need not worry.

The fierce battle in the northern border, Jiu Ba Huang, Guan Hongyi, and Gu Zi'ang—these three were merely there to draw attention; there were others secretly at work.

"I never really had any hope for Yang Luoyi. The key this time lies in the dragon vein."

Ling Tiandu knew very well what was going on.

She has too many enemies, not only the female villain, but also the people around her, and the person hiding behind the scenes.

She had entrusted the task of acquiring the dragon vein to Tian Bulian, Granny Zhinu, and Shenque Huangrui, three true immortal-level warriors. Accompanying them were several celestial immortals who obeyed the orders of the Guardian Heaven Sect. This was the full force that Ling Tiandu could mobilize.

All that was left were Du Wanli and her most trusted Uncle Dionysus.

She kept this in mind in case of unforeseen circumstances; in short, she had made what she considered the best possible preparation.

In the palm of his hand, light approached the center of the grassland. Ling Tiandu's mole had already begun contacting Yang Luoyi, which Song Panning clearly hadn't noticed.

"very good."

Ling Tiandu let out a breath: "As long as Uncle Mao can control the Taixu Secret Realm as I say, then I will win this round."

However, at this moment, the world in the palm of one's hand suddenly changed, and the predicted future was once again greatly altered.

"What?" Ling Tiandu was stunned.

A stream of information flowed into her heart.

She was both shocked and angry, and instinctively said:

"Such a huge change! What have I overlooked?!"

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As the space shifted and his perspective changed to the corridor of the castle, Yang Pingsheng, still feeling intensely suppressed by his emotions, almost uncontrollably knelt down on the ground.

“Father.” Yang Luo helped him up and said expressionlessly, “You’re tired. Let me help you back to your room to rest. We’ll have dinner together tonight.”

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

Overwhelmed by emotion, he was unable to utter a word.

Like a raging torrent crashing against the shore, it instantly swallowed all reason, and in the replayed world, a torrent of love swept over us.

It's not a warm harbor, but the prelude to madness.

Yang Pingsheng woke up.

He was lying on a large bed in a room decorated in a modern style, which seemed out of place in this world of cultivation.

The lingering pain in my mind continues to echo, and the memories from that time combined with what I saw create a rift.

"It's time to return, it's time to return..."

Sitting on the bed, Yang Pingsheng covered his head, and the blond figure seemed to be standing right in front of him.

A white hand reached out from the shadows and grasped his hand. Long black hair fell down, and the hand seemed to be speaking silently.

"Brother, are you alright?" Wen Shihan's worried voice came from behind.

Yang Pingsheng didn't say anything, he just held her hand.

Wen Shihan was his shadow; no matter where he went, his shadow would always follow him.

"I'm fine..."

He spoke softly, then asked, "Where is Yang Luoyi?"

“Someone came here; that woman went to see them,” Wen Shihan replied.

Long before the female villains were preparing to ambush Yang Luoyi, she was hiding in Yang Pingsheng's shadow. After Song Panning changed her plan and let Yang Pingsheng be taken away by Yang Luoyi, Wen Shihan naturally followed along.

The Yin Spirit Root remained silent and unnoticed by Yang Luoyi, while Wen Shihan, hiding in the shadows, observed everything.

"The visitors were a cat and my senior sister, Mu Xiaobai," Wen Shihan said.

Yang Luoyi originally wanted to take Yang Pingsheng there, but because the people from the Guardian Sect were visiting, she could only leave Yang Pingsheng in the room and go to meet them first.

This was her oversight. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Shihan woke up Yang Pingsheng and helped alleviate his great pain.

The yin energy lingered around Yang Pingsheng, its coldness neutralizing the surging passion in his heart. He took a deep breath and continued to sort out the current information.

What Yang Luoyi showed him seemed to be Shi Guijia's experiences after he left. She met Zhi Zixun, understood the truth, and later a mysterious force intervened. Jiuwu and the fortune teller gathered in the town. Finally, there was the inside story of Ling Tianxin's plot to kill the demon king, and so on.

He didn't quite understand why Yang Luoyi was showing him these things.

Moreover, Shi Guijia seems to...

He kept thinking about it, and his doubts grew stronger.

"Gardenia, gardenia..."

He muttered to himself, the intense memories surging through his brain.

"Gardenia?" Wen Shihan was taken aback, then came closer. "Brother, what's wrong with the gardenia?"

"The gardenia was not given to Jiuwu by Zhizi Xun."

"What."

"Xiaohan, the gardenia was not given to Jiuwu by Zhizi Xun."

He raised his head, looking at Wen Shihan with a confused expression.

“It’s me, it’s what I gave to Shi Guijia.”

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"In this world, flower language matters. Although Shi Guijia likes dandelions, if you give her dandelions, she'll definitely slap you."

As Yiren Yitong stood beside the path in the dandelion field, the system's voice spoke softly: "The flower language of dandelion is love that cannot last, while the flower language of gardenia is eternal love. Comparing the two, gardenia is of course more suitable."

Yang Pingsheng did not respond. The white gardenia in his hand emitted a faint fragrance, which even softened the deepness in his eyes. He looked up slightly, gazing at the road not far away.

The clouds were torn apart by some force, and the sunlight, too, fell in fragments to the earth. Like fireworks, the streaks of light shone on the bamboo basket behind Yang Pingsheng, inside which was a child.

The system continued its sarcastic remarks: "Plus, with what you said about the marriage, she'll be so happy that she won't care about the child anymore."

The child in the bamboo basket remained motionless, seemingly acquiescing to the system's words.

In the distance, the blonde girl had already revealed herself. The system retreated back into Yang Pingsheng's body, awaiting further developments.

That was the happy look on Yang Pingsheng's face when he first saw Shi Guijia.

He had seen her smile before—when he was developing new magical artifacts, when they were strolling through dandelion fields, and when he pretended to be asleep and discovered she was secretly glancing at him. But this was the first time Yang Pingsheng had ever seen her smile so genuinely, so uncontrollably, so openly.

She ran towards us, and as she drew closer, her golden hair danced wildly in the air, streaking across the sky like long, golden waves.

"I've won my life! I'm now the greatest weapon refiner in the world!!"

She happily threw herself into Yang Pingsheng's arms, letting the joy envelop her lover and share it with him. Yang Pingsheng smiled gently and handed her the gardenias he had prepared beforehand.