The improved female villains regained their memories.

If the other party had come alone, Song Panning would not have greeted them with a smile, so her words were not only directed at Xu Anlu, but also at the person behind her.

Yang Pingsheng followed closely behind.

He followed Xu Anlu, his long shadow swirling with eerie, yin energy. Beside him stood a silver-haired girl, her pretty face stained with blood, whose blood it was, no one knew.

The atmosphere in the main hall became even more oppressive. Now, not only did the ministers dare not speak, but the immortals also dared not speak. The entire situation had changed, leaving only the two sides facing off.

Xu Anlu didn't look at Song Panning, but instead looked at Xu Baxian: "It's been many years, and my brother has become quite robust."

As they grew stronger, their courage also increased.

Xu Baxian stood up, turned around and looked directly at Xu Anlu.

He said, "It's never as good as my elder sister."

She's not as domineering, nor as daring.

But now, he stands here face to face.

Xu Anlu looked at Song Panning, then at him: "Royal brother, aren't you going to introduce him to your royal sister?"

Xu Baxian remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "She is my husband."

Xu Anlu smiled, as if she had expected it, and took a step back, grabbing Yang Pingsheng's hand: "This is my elder sister's husband."

Putting aside what happened to the others, Song Panning's expression turned grim.

"Ah, sir..."

She stepped forward and preemptively asked before Xu Baxian could finish his sentence, "What kind of teacher?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept fiercely over Yang Pingsheng, silently conveying something.

If you dare answer, you're doomed.

The flesh on her back felt like it was being pricked with needles, and Xu Anlu was unwilling to let go of the hand she was holding, while Song Panning's gaze was unbearable.

Xu Anlu, Xu Anyin.

Yang Pingsheng pondered for a moment and felt that he did not qualify as their husband.

One was a born king, the other a vengeful one; in the end, they taught each other nothing.

Just like the seventh incarnation, in the end, none of his disciples were very good.

What should he say?

The struggle at this moment resembles both a power struggle over royal spoils and a struggle with an unclear meaning.

hum-

Space trembled.

Purple hair swept across his face, gray ears and tail, and the person reappeared out of thin air, standing in front of Yang Pingsheng.

Someone blocked Song Panning's gaze from Yang Pingsheng, adding fuel to the fire in the otherwise silent situation: "What are you talking about?"

She glanced around, looking at Song Panning, then at Xu Anlu holding Yang Pingsheng's hand, and smiled slightly: "Since he is your husband, then you shouldn't rely on him for everything."

She snapped her fingers: "Please come this way."

With a shift in position, Xu Anlu appeared in front of Li Chumo.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Although the distance wasn't long, and she wasn't at her peak, she still possessed the marks of the Great Dao, so it wasn't easy for Li Chumo to move her.

So, whose attitude is it that she came here?

Li Chumo, of course, didn't care about the outcome of the royal struggle. With a wave of her hand, the spatial gate opened, and Gan Jiang was thrown heavily to the ground.

She smiled at Song Panning and said, "It's up to you now."

Then she walked up to Yang Pingsheng and said, "Yang Pingsheng is your husband, right? Then I'll borrow your husband for a while."

Xu Anlu frowned, and Xu Anyin's red figure appeared, sneering, "Who do you think you are, pointing fingers at me?"

Li Chumo scratched his cheek: "Don't forget, I came to rescue you when you were in danger."

"Hmph, do you think you can do whatever you want here? Don't you know where you are? How dare you..."

Before Xu Anyin could finish speaking, Xu Anlu forcibly pushed him back down.

"Alright, Xiaoyin," Xu Anlu said calmly, "Let her do whatever she wants. After all, the master is on our side."

She provided the answer for Yang Pingsheng in just one sentence.

Song Panning's face turned even uglier.

It's one thing for one or two people to pop up and talk to themselves, but now they're even interrupting my conversation with Yang Pingsheng.

As expected, female villains are incapable of truly understanding each other.

You may have misunderstood me.

She looked around and finally spoke again, saying in a low voice, "The Fourth Prince's visit here today, and my visit here, have no other purpose. Although the Guardian Heaven Sect is the national sect of the Qian Kingdom, it disregards the lives of its people and interferes in the affairs of the mortal world in the name of the Heavenly Dao, which has long aroused the wrath of the heavens and the resentment of the people."

She turned again and said to Xu Weibang, who was sitting above her, "I would like to ask His Majesty to raise an army and act on behalf of Heaven."

The atmosphere froze again.

Everyone thought they were there to fight for power, and some even thought that the emperor would be sidelined from then on. But unexpectedly, the situation changed again.

Xu Baxian knelt down again: "I beg Father Emperor to raise an army to punish the traitors and act on behalf of Heaven."

He added, "I think my elder sister felt the same way."

Xu Anlu remained calm.

If she wanted, she could certainly follow the original plan, take control of the Qian Kingdom's royal family, and dominate the world in the name of the Great Yan Dynasty.

But now it seems that it doesn't make much sense.

The biggest enemy is still the Heavenly Guardian Sect. Song Panning and Xu Baxian have already made it clear that their trip is only to get the emperor to send troops to punish the traitors, and they have no other intentions.

This was a concession from the other side. Song Panning knew very well that villains should try their best to avoid the possibility of infighting.

Strength is the foundation of power, but if everyone's strength is roughly the same, then the question becomes how to share power. This is the principle that Song Qihao taught Song Panning.

Song Panning gave her answer, and now it was Xu Anlu's turn.

Xu Anyin said in his consciousness space, "Sister, are we really going to give up? This is a rare opportunity. If Song Panning doesn't want it, then we'll take it."

Xu Anlu pondered.

After a long pause, she replied to Xu Anyin: "No."

Villains should not fight amongst themselves; the battle in the capital is a lesson to be learned.

If it weren't for the support of other villains, Xu Anlu's plan would have been ruined long ago, and she wouldn't have had the chance to intimidate everyone here.

Song Panning understood this principle, and so did Xu Anlu.

She couldn't rush things at such a sensitive time. Besides, if she pushed Xu Weibang too far, she wouldn't benefit either, since he still held the last dragon vein in his hands.

She looked at Yang Pingsheng again.

Yang Pingsheng looked into those eyes and transmitted his voice to her: "You are a born king, you can do whatever you want."

At this point, Xu Anlu had no more doubts.

She also knelt on one knee, her voice resounding throughout the hall: "I beg Father Emperor to raise an army to punish the traitors and act on behalf of Heaven."

"Your Majesty, we beseech you to raise an army to punish the traitors and uphold justice on behalf of Heaven!"

Although the ministers in the hall were all ordinary people, they understood the situation.

Following the Minister of Rites's first loud shout, the other ministers quickly echoed:

"Your Majesty, we beseech you to raise an army to punish the traitors and uphold justice on behalf of Heaven!"

Xu Weibang sat on the throne, looking at the scene before him, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Very well, convey my decree."

He stood up, and for the first time without being told by others, he loudly proclaimed, "Immediately abolish the status of the Guardian Heaven Sect as the national sect, and declare war!"

Chapter 496 I'm Not Reconciled

The Heavenly Guardian Sect.

The sea of ​​clouds rolls and reveals the mountain peaks, and at the summit of those peaks lies a pool of clear spring water.

Splash!

The spring water rippled, and a person emerged from there.

Her once dry skin gradually regained its luster, and the deep wrinkles seemed to have been gently smoothed by the hand of time, becoming soft and elastic. Her hair, which was once as white as frost, now shone with a healthy silver sheen, appearing thicker and more vibrant. Her eyes, once dulled by the weight of time, now shone with the sharpness and wisdom of her youth.

It was Zhiyuan.

He no longer looked as old as before; overnight, he seemed to have returned to his forties or fifties, and his energy and spirit had improved considerably.

The moment he emerged, the spring water became murky, and mist rose up, enveloping everything.

Ling Tianxin stood not far away.

She sensed movement behind her, turned around, and saw that Zhiyuan had recovered and his internal injuries were basically healed.

So she said, "I've kept my promise to you."

Zhiyuan cupped his hands in respect: "Your Excellency keeps your promise, I admire you greatly."

Ling Tianxin smiled, waved her hand, and the clouds and mist beside her dispersed, revealing a red pavilion. She raised her hand and said, "Old sir, please."

"Please, please." Zhiyuan said respectfully, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

The two entered the pavilion, which was furnished with stone chairs, a stone table, tea sets, and so on. However, neither of them intended to sit down; instead, they stood side by side at the edge of the pavilion, gazing into the distance.

They were already deep within the Heavenly Guardian Sect, and all they could see was a sea of ​​clouds.

These clouds drift aimlessly, appearing to be ordinary clouds, but in reality, they hold a hidden world within.

"What a remarkable feat! I've long heard that the Guardian Heaven Sect possesses profound resources, and now it seems that's indeed the case. The ninth-grade magic artifact, the Cloud Sea Map, crafted from a large quantity of Cloud Wood, I wonder which powerful figure created it," Zhiyuan said first, sighing slowly.

That's right, these massive seas of clouds are not an array, but a ninth-grade magic artifact.