The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You haven't told me enough," Xiao Qitian sighed softly. "I'm not interested in your world at all. The key questions are how you got here, who brought you here, and where the original owner of this body went. These three questions are what I'm most interested in."

"I really don't know, I really don't know!"

"Since you don't know, then I'll have to trouble you to stay here."

"No, let me go, let me go!"

The weak, hoarse voice was swallowed up by the darkness as Xiao Qitian extinguished the candlelight. He no longer looked at the familiar stranger, but instead came to his target for the day.

The Flower Tree was hanging there, its nine tails restrained by special magical artifacts, looking disheveled and devoid of any former nobility.

She heard Xiao Qitian snap his fingers and felt the light of the fire. She barely opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Before Xiao Qitian could ask, she spoke up, "Guess what I saw?"

The question he was about to ask remained unasked. Xiao Qitian asked, "What?"

"I saw fear; standing in front of me was a coward who was very good at disguising himself."

Fear, that's a good word.

He recalled his past self, the nights tormented by his inner demons, tossing and turning, constantly asking himself, what is fate?

Then, his perspective changed, and he remembered that person, imagining himself as that person.

He imagined himself standing on a mountain peak, sword in hand, laughing disdainfully: "What is fate? I am fate."

He was fearless, neither of fate nor destiny itself. He looked down on all the heroes of the world and said, "There is nothing in this world that cannot be used. Understand fate, control fate, and complete [growth]."

"This is a destined challenge, but once I overcome it, I will be able to control it!"

"That's all there is to it."

He thought, however, the moment his fantasy shattered, what emerged was ultimately his cowardly self.

He felt the cold, damp air of the prison licking his skin, felt every pore open, and felt the fire that had been building up in his chest slowly burning, neither fierce nor small.

"That's right, I'm just a coward, I admit that."

"Because only by acknowledging it can I face my destiny."

"This is my challenge."

He raised his head slightly, his gaze hardening a little.

“Now, it’s my turn to ask,” he said. “Hua Yanshu, what instructions did your backers give you? What is your mission?”

Hua Yanshu was silent for a moment before speaking, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I slaughtered the entire fox tribe just to extinguish your hopes." Xiao Qitian said, then, as if remembering something, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, carrying a faint smile: "You said you saw fear, then guess what I saw?"

He pointed to the flowering tree and, across the prison cell, said, "I saw concealment, lies."

Zhiyuan once said that even that great man has enemies.

Just like Li Chumo's nemesis, that lord also has a nemesis.

Her nemesis had been entangled with her for a long time, devising various schemes, one of which had grown powerful enough to rival that great man in Taixu.

That method imitated the adult's nemesis, who also laid out pieces in this world. Zhiyuan deduced not many, including Huayan Tree and Lanxiu.

Every important person has pawns. As one of those important people's pawns, Xiao Qitian naturally had to help them solve their problems, so he approached them.

“One was indirectly affected, namely that forbidden killing move,” Xiao Qitian said. “And you, Hua Yanshu, as the direct influencer, what is your purpose?”

The flowering tree remained silent for a long time.

"We are both pawns, caught in a game of chess, with no choice in our own destiny. In a way, I sympathize with you," Xiao Qitian continued. "Is there any need to hide it now? Or is there some kind of restriction on you that prevents you from speaking?"

Hua Yanshu finally spoke: "Perhaps it's both."

Xiao Qitian noticed Hua Yanshu's choice of words: "Perhaps?"

Hua Yanshu chuckled and said, "Do you think I would say that? You killed all my people and destroyed my hope. Now you want to talk to me about sympathy? Isn't that a bit late?"

The candle flame on the bronze cup flickered, and the shadows of the two people also flickered.

Xiao Qitian chuckled and said, "Yes, but there's always room for discussion. The key is you. You didn't need to go to this extent, did you?"

Time flows like water, and in the memories of Hua Yanshu, we turn back to a certain moment.

She was indeed a direct influence of Jiang Mochang.

Guided by him, she refined the patterns and emblems, and was promised that she would help the fox tribe grow stronger, and that she, the former chieftain, could return to the tribe and lead the people to a better life.

But none of this was enough to make Hua Yanshu remain silent at this time.

What truly made her like this was—

"It is necessary."

The wound throbbed, causing her to gasp in pain, but she still managed to finish her last sentence with a smile:

"We fox people have always valued repaying kindness."

On that night when she was at her wit's end, Hua Yanshu encountered the incarnation of Jiang Mochang.

Jiang Mochang saved her, healed her wounds, and helped her cultivate; this was an act of kindness.

Xiao Qitian looked at her in surprise: "That's all?"

Hua Yanshu stopped talking; she had made up her mind not to say another word.

Only then did Xiao Qi realize what kind of people the fox-people were.

"If you don't speak, I'll always have a chance to make you speak."

Xiao Qitian said softly:

"When big shots are playing their games, we small pawns have no other choice; this is our fate."

Hua Yanshu remained silent, but the light in her eyes shone with a special brilliance.

life.......

She could tell that Xiao Qitian cared a lot about this.

It's not just about changing your fate, but more importantly, about not being bound by it.

But little did he know that one of her people had already broken free from the shackles of fate.

Hua Yanshu smiled faintly, lowered her head, and said nothing more.

Boom!

A clap of thunder suddenly sounded outside.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour extinguished the remaining flames of the fox-people tribe.

Blood flowed down with the rain, and corpses piled up like mountains, making it impossible to tell who was who.

I'm afraid of getting it wiped.

One foot stepped into the water, splashing up waves.

A portal to the void appeared, and the girl stood there, her cold eyes sweeping across the scene.

She said nothing, but clenched her fists tightly and walked uphill step by step.

Chapter 461 The Unwilling One

The once vibrant streets are now dilapidated, their ruins unrecognizable. Bloodstains cover the walls, and at street corners, piles of broken debris and corpses emit a nauseating stench.

The wind blew, stirring up gusts of dust. The sky was gray, with dark clouds pressing down overhead, and a torrential downpour began, as if even the heavens were grieving.

Stepping onto the streets stained with blood and rain, the girl's eyes were somber, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

She's finally back.

Previously in Taixu, the girl who comprehended the Dao of Space constructed her own small world, where the flow of time varied. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she created her own inscription.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally managed to outline the linear patterns and gained the strength of an Earth Immortal.

Before returning, Jiang Mochang contacted her one last time using her clone, informing her that the other party had noticed their actions and that the Flower Tree was very likely being targeted.

Just in case, she gave her a coordinate and told her that someone would be waiting for her at that coordinate.

She rushed back following the coordinates, only to find herself in a fox-people tribe.

But ultimately, it was too late...

Her people, her houses, everything was destroyed, even her own home.

The calendar, soaked by the rain, was stuck tightly to the wall. The girl glanced at it and realized that ten years had passed.

Another ten years...

Her smooth purple hair cascaded down to her waist. Feeling the rain constantly drenching her body, the girl closed her eyes. Spatial fluctuations rose like the wind, scattering the rain.

I can feel it...

And it's quite clear.

There were no living creatures left in the entire tribe. The only two living creatures were one in a cave not far away and the other hiding in the shadows, watching them.

"......"

She ignored the prying gaze and instantly appeared in the cave, approaching it step by step.

"what........"

"It is you."

The wolf girl with the severed tail hid behind a rock watching her. Even after confirming that it was a girl, she still dared not come out, seemingly afraid of the girl's imposing aura.

"Ah, ah..."

"It's alright, we're safe now."

The wolf girl cautiously stepped out, and seeing the girl's face, which was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. She rushed to the girl, tightly gripping her sleeve, and tried to say something.

The girl touched her head, realizing that she had somehow become like that herself.

The gaze seemed to come from afar, and the spy had already followed them to the cave entrance. The girl shielded the wolf girl behind her and coldly watched the distance.

"Your Excellency, I have sensed you. Please show yourself."