The improved female villains regained their memories.

Li Chumo glanced at the other party strangely, not understanding what the other party wanted to do, but then the voice rang out again.

No two people have the same fate in this world, whether horizontally or vertically, in space or time, in the past or present.

But you, child, are an exception.

You and another person in this world share the same fate.

You are all in the same pond; sooner or later, you will meet.

The same fate leads to different choices. You will eventually fight each other because of your differing ideals, but in the end, you will be the victor.

Because this is your fate as a villain.

Humans are creations of heaven and earth, and humans cannot kill themselves. Therefore, only those who can kill themselves can become the true 'supreme creation'.

Fate defines the boundaries; it delineates the pond's boundaries through your eyes.

Child, do you believe in destiny?

The destiny of the supreme creation can only belong to one person, and its completion is the moment of its own death. Your encounter with her is tomorrow. Wolves and foxes, gratitude and resentment, the clash of ideologies brings about a collision of fates. Only the victor can inherit the destiny.

Believe in fate; you are destined to be the winner.

Li Chumo rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the fortune-telling stall had disappeared.

The old man's words were like the murmur of an ancient god; the wind blew by, leaving only dizziness.

A strong floral fragrance drew near, and a vast expanse of purple appeared before her eyes. She looked up and saw Yang Pingsheng placing a large bouquet of violets in front of her.

Li Chumo smiled happily and accepted the violet: "Thank you, Master."

Yang Pingsheng patted her head and smiled, "Let's go, let's eat, and then we'll go shopping for clothes."

"it is good."

Yang Pingsheng took her hand and walked forward.

Where he couldn't see, the little guy quietly turned his head, his wolf-like eyes scanning the spot where the old man had just been, where there was nothing.

It was empty, scattered by the flow of passersby, with nothing left.

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The date for the siege of the Flower Tree was set for New Year's Eve.

To ensure the girl's safety and to prevent her from informing on them, Lan Xiu and Zhi Xinghan discussed the matter and decided that the former would take the girl and her grandmother to a new location, while the latter would go to the cultivation center to request support.

The carriage clattered along, swaying slightly. Lan Xiu's family was quite wealthy, and after a simple arrangement, a caravan of carriages escorted them on their way to Lan Xiu's hometown.

"Little sister, don't be afraid." Lan Xiu sat down next to the girl and gently comforted her, "You know I'm not a bad person. When you get to my home, you'll feel like you're in a tribe. You can do whatever you want. There are lots of fun things to do and delicious food to eat there. If you come with me, I promise I won't let you get bored."

The girl's smile was forced, and she could only nod in agreement with Lan Xiu.

Lan Xiu noticed that the girl's smile still held some fear. After thinking for a moment, he wondered if she was afraid of the tribe's rule against going out casually. He then comforted her, saying, "Don't worry about those rules. This is the Cultivation Palace's protection for you. Once this is resolved, I guarantee no one will dare to say anything."

The girl simply nodded, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

She was indeed afraid, but she wasn't afraid of any rules; she was afraid that her secret would be exposed and she would get into even bigger trouble.

Although colluding with the demonic sect is indeed a serious crime, it doesn't mean that what I'm saying is true. Once the clan leader closes in, the people from the cultivation mansion will only need to interrogate me briefly to find out that Hua Yanshu never performed any sacrifices, nor did she threaten me to reveal what I witnessed. Hua Yanshu's biggest crime would be colluding with the demonic sect, and that would be the only crime.

Sooner or later, the people of the cultivation center will discover that the murderer is someone else.

However, the girl now has no say in the matter; she is forced to follow her older sister to her hometown, which is also the closest place to the Kongling Sect.

—Yunxi City.

If it were just going there for the New Year, that would be fine. But she was afraid that Lan Xiu would keep her there and not give her any chance to escape, even after the New Year was over.

That wasn't a forest, but a town. The girl had lived for eleven years and had only ever interacted with villagers. She had no common sense or understanding of life in this completely human society.

There was truly no way in or out.

She listened to the sound of the carriage moving and felt the swaying inside. She sighed, her ears drooping, looking utterly exhausted.

"I'll leave it to fate," she thought to herself.

Chapter 422 My Hidden Self, My Ruthless Self, and Yang Pingsheng

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve.

The sky was very blue, without any clouds, and the sun rose very early. The violets were placed in a vase on the table, and a strong fragrance could be smelled when the wind blew.

Ding ding ding—

With the clear sound of bells, Yang Pingsheng squatted down in front of Li Chumo, tied the last strand of rope together, then clapped his hands, and stood up with a smile.

"All right."

The soft, smooth fabric, with a deep blue base, was embroidered with exquisite cloud and dragon patterns. The colors were vibrant, and the wide cuffs fluttered as Li Chumo waved them, like butterflies dancing in the air.

Her purple hair was also tied up with a hairpin, and a bell was tied around her waist. It made a crisp sound as soon as Li Chumo left.

Li Chumo looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes shining.

"nice?"

"nice!"

Children are easily satisfied.

Today was indeed a beautiful day. There were no clouds, and the sun shone brightly on the snow. Although it was cold, there was a hint of warmth. Early in the morning, Yunxi City and its people were all dressed up, with lanterns and colorful flowers everywhere. In the middle of the road, people playing drums and gongs and lion dances walked side by side. Performers playing deities brandished steel knives and divine weapons, driving away evil and forging ahead fearlessly.

The crowds stretched from the city gate all the way to the city center. Every now and then, the sound of firecrackers would rang out from around the corner. Everywhere you looked, there was bright red decoration, and people dressed as patriarchs would be holding candy and smilingly handing it out to the children.

"Wow, there are so many people!"

Such a scene startled even the system. It had accompanied Yang Pingsheng for so many years, and this was the first time it had ever seen so many people.

Yang Pingsheng held Li Chumo's hand tightly, the bells ringing crisply, but the sound was drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

"Father, Mother, this way!"

"The master is here to distribute candy!"

"The story of gods fighting monsters is about to begin, let's go quickly!"

The sounds rose and fell, with children's voices being the most numerous. The system made a lot of complaints, but Yang Pingsheng didn't have time to listen. He felt Li Chumo pulling his hand tighter and tighter, so he responded accordingly.

"Thump thump thump thump!"

Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a frenzy. A new procession was approaching, carrying offerings to the Fox-Tail Goddess. Legend has it that the Fox-Tail Goddess is a nine-tailed celestial fox who blesses people's marriages. On New Year's Eve, if one can obtain the Fox-Tail Goddess's marriage orb, it is a divine blessing from the goddess, and in the future, one will be able to be with their destined partner, living a long and loving life together.

Love is an eternal topic. When the Fox Tail Goddess's procession appeared, people cheered and crowded forward. Even the ladies who had initially maintained their composure were now extremely excited—who wouldn't want to find their ideal husband?

"The Empress is about to throw the marriage ball!"

Like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil, the crowd exploded completely, waves of cheers rising to the sky. Those in front cheered, while those behind tried to push forward, the surging crowd like a runaway wave.

Yang Pingsheng was about to back out; he had no interest in the Fox-Tailed Goddess's marriage orb. But Li Chumo tugged at his clothes and shouted loudly amidst the noise:

"Master, I want it."

Yang Pingsheng: "?"

He looked at Li Chumo with some surprise, and the latter looked at him with the same yearning eyes as always.

Want a love charm?

What would an eleven-year-old need this for?

He wanted to say something, but the other person's gaze was fixed on him, piercing right into his heart. Perhaps it was an unconscious act of carrying out the Heavenly Dao Plan, or perhaps it was a genuine desire to do so. He sighed helplessly and said with a smile:

"Master will help you get it."

He picked up Li Chumo and rushed into the crowd.

"The Empress is about to toss the embroidered ball!"

The person walking in front shouted loudly. On the parade vehicle, the woman playing the Fox Tail Goddess calmly stood up, holding a flower basket for throwing embroidered balls.

They threw three at a time, once per street. Yang Pingsheng and Li Chumo were lucky; they ran into the Fox Tail Goddess as soon as they arrived at this street.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, their eyes fixed on the woman like hungry wolves, waiting for her to make a move.

"one two Three!"

"The embroidered ball is thrown, and a marriage begins!"

The woman threw three embroidered balls in three different directions.

The sea of ​​people erupted like a volcano, boiling even more violently. Yang Pingsheng saw that one direction was directly in his direction and secretly channeled his spiritual energy.

He raised his hand, and it landed perfectly in his own hand.

Those around them cast envious glances. Yang Pingsheng handed the embroidered ball to Li Chumo, whose eyes lit up. Holding the ball, Li Chumo happily said, "Thank you, Master!"

That smile was so pure that even the cold snow seemed to soften.

He carried her and charged through the crowd.

There are many parades in Yunxi City, but their routes are all planned. The fact that the Fox Tail Goddess's parade appeared on this street means that other parades will not be coming here for the time being. After the embroidered ball is thrown, the next step is the Fox Tail Goddess scattering candy, baptism, and a series of other activities. After Li Chumo won the biggest prize, he was no longer so interested in the Fox Tail Goddess. In addition, the two of them were a little tired after walking for so long, so they sat down next to a small stall and asked the owner for two bowls of sweet fermented rice balls.

The sweet rice wine contained glutinous rice balls filled with black glutinous rice. Li Chumo didn't like eating glutinous rice balls, but she liked the aroma of the rice wine. So she gave all the glutinous rice balls to Yang Pingsheng and drank the rice wine by herself.

As she drank, she half-stood up and licked the rice wine in the bowl with her tongue like a dog.

Yang Pingsheng found it amusing, reached out and pressed her back into her seat: "How many times have I told you not to drink like that?"

"Master."

He had barely finished speaking when he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

Yang Pingsheng looked up at the source of the voice. The speaker was a young man dressed in white, with handsome features and an elegant demeanor. He had an embroidered ball thrown by the Fox-Tailed Goddess hanging from his waist. It seemed that he was one of the three lucky ones just now.

And he was none other than Yang Pingsheng's eldest disciple, Xiao Qitian.

Li Chumo turned her head and saw Xiao Qitian. She immediately bared her teeth. Although she didn't growl like before, her eyes were just as hostile.

Yang Pingsheng's expression calmed down. He picked up his bowl and slowly scooped up a piece of glutinous rice ball and put it in his mouth.

"Did Master bring his junior sister out for fun?"

Although Yang Pingsheng never gave Li Chumo the nameplate of the Kongling Sect, given his attitude, Yang Pingsheng's disciples also called Li Chumo "Junior Sister".

When Xiao Qitian mentioned the words "junior sister," his expression remained the same, but there was clearly little intimacy between his eyes and brows.