The improved female villains regained their memories.

No one knows what this born king has been thinking or what he has become since then.

He recalled the first time he met Xu Anlu: a white dress, black hair tied with a red ribbon, and watery eyes. She addressed him as "Grand Tutor," and she was so endearing.

Chapter 506 The Story of the Eighth World

As night fell, the Imperial Shanglin Garden donned a new veil of mystery. Moonlight, like water, gently bathed this tranquil land, casting a soft, silvery glow upon everything. The lakes within the garden shimmered under the moonlight, like countless stars fallen into the water, sparkling with enchanting light. A gentle breeze stirred, rippling the surface of the lake, causing the moon's reflection to sway, creating a scene like a flowing painting.

The trees in the garden appeared even more vigorous and powerful in the night, and the moonlight filtering through the branches cast dappled shadows on the ground. Occasionally, the clear and melodious song of a nightingale drifted from the woods, and in the distance, palace lanterns hung high, their dim yellow light filtering through the thin mist, creating a hazy and beautiful scene.

The pavilions and towers appeared even more solemn and elegant in the night, and the copper bells on the eaves swayed gently in the wind, making a melodious sound. Inside the towers, candlelight flickered, illuminating the busy figures of palace maids through the windows. Some held fans, while others tidied the items on the tables, and everything seemed orderly.

Below in the grove, Xu Anlu sat on a bamboo chair, looking at the long spear standing not far away, her mind in turmoil.

She did conceal some things from what she said tonight: the Shadow, contacted by the envoy of the Heavenly Guardian Sect, came to find her, a fact she didn't mention.

It's normal that Xu Anyin didn't know. People in the Shadow Empire all regarded Xu Anyin as the other side of the Empress, but only the core members knew who the real Empress was.

The envoy from the Heavenly Guardian Sect made grand promises, even stating that he could help change the fate of a villain.

Although fate is predetermined, there are ways to change one's destiny.

Xu Anlu neither agreed nor refused.

The envoy repeatedly emphasized that Xu Anlu was a born king, and that cooperating with the Guardian Sect was the best option, regardless of her ideals, ambitions, or personal desires.

There are no eternal enemies in this world; even the Guardian Sect can become friends.

Under the moonlight, Xu Anlu's eyes were deep as she calmly pondered.

The flickering lights of the pavilions, the footsteps of patrolling guards—night fell, but only the young girl remained calm.

Xu Anyin's voice rang out: "Sister, the master came to our room looking for us. Shouldn't we go back?"

Xu Anlu shook her head: "No."

She hid here to avoid Yang Pingsheng.

"Aren't you going back? It's a rare opportunity, and I don't think any of those women are here," Xu Anyin muttered.

Xu Anlu didn't say anything, just sat there, staring at the gun in thought.

The moonlight fell on the girl's face as she calmly pondered, just like Xu Weibang, her mind as undisturbed as ever.

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Yang Pingsheng waited in Xu Anlu's room for a long time.

He waited until the candle burned out, but Xu Anlu never returned.

As night fell, he leaned back in his chair and fell asleep, having a deep dream.

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All the tall buildings collapsed.

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only the fiery-like girl.

The pink color was menacing, but it wasn't frightening.

She said, "Come here, Pingsheng, don't be afraid."

The pink flames burned, searing the heart.

It burned out the memories of the Eighth World.

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The eighth incarnation, the immortal is a legend.

The immortals are high above, freely spreading their divine favors, completely disregarding the lives of mortals. People are willing to give up anything for that one sliver of divine favor, including friends, family, and lovers.

The chaotic sky was a red hue, scorched by the long-standing flames of war.

Everyone can cultivate spiritual energy to temper their body and remove impurities, but the path to becoming an Earth Immortal is monopolized by the immortals.

Only the destiny of immortals, only the destiny of immortals!

As a result of the chaos, people banded together and formed gangs.

In this dog-eat-dog world where emotions are cheap, a powerful and law-abiding gang is what people want.

Otherwise, death is the only option.

the last time.

Yang Pingsheng and the system stepped into this world.

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Unlike the usual start, this time, Yang Pingsheng was sitting directly opposite the villain.

Her pink hair was styled into an exquisite bun, shimmering with a warm glow. Her face was like delicate porcelain, pure white and flawless. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and her eyelashes trembled gently, as if they could stir one's heartstrings. Her nose was straight and her lips were as delicate as rose petals. With a slight smile, she was stunningly beautiful.

She was a very beautiful girl, but her smile carried a hint of depravity and madness.

He asked the system what was going on, and the system said that this world is a chaotic world, and in a chaotic world, there will always be a group of people on the verge of collapse.

The villain's title is "Cruel Demon Who Pleases Herself," which means she will stop at nothing to please herself.

The reason for this is most likely that the girl wanted to find someone to settle down with, and Yang Pingsheng just happened to be knocked unconscious and captured as soon as he came down.

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Then should I get married?"

The system replied: "In this world, the strength I have given you cannot exceed that of the villain, so you are destined to lose. However, this is not related to the plan, so whether you succeed or not is up to you."

He was still in a daze when the girl grabbed his hand.

Two bowls of murky wine, two red candles, the door of the dilapidated temple creaking in the wind, the girl's face so close, breathtakingly beautiful.

The young woman smiled and said, "We're getting married soon, why don't you look at me, my husband?"

Yang Pingsheng looked over, and she took another step closer, pressing her upper body against him.

That hand held on tightly the whole time.

She removed her coat, revealing her snow-white shoulders and arms. Yang Pingsheng's pupils contracted, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

scar.

Her snow-white skin was covered with a dense array of scars.

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The wind subsided considerably the next day.

Jiang Mochang dressed himself, expressionless, like a dead man: "From now on, you will follow me."

Yang Pingsheng responded, astonished by the speed at which the other party changed his expression.

The system said, "That's just how this villain is, unpredictable. You'll get used to it."

Yang Pingsheng sighed helplessly, got up as planned, and was about to introduce himself when he was interrupted by the other party.

"My name is Jiang Mochang."

She said, "Now that we are husband and wife, we will never be apart, no matter how far we travel or how much the sun and moon set."

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From that day on, the wind-swept land was graced with the presence of two travelers.

They have been to jungles, snow-capped mountains, seen the most beautiful aurora borealis, and witnessed the most beautiful autumn foliage.

Yang Pingsheng cooperated with Jiang Mochang as required by the system, but found that he and Jiang Mochang were unusually familiar with each other.

Whether in combat or in their actions, their teamwork was impeccable, surpassing all the previous villains.

Yang Pingsheng sometimes felt a sense of disbelief, truly believing that Jiang Mochang was his wife whom he had known for a long time.

However, she seemed to be mentally unstable; sometimes she would scream at night, and sometimes she would stab herself with a knife with red eyes.

She said it was her illness, the kind that couldn't be cured.

Sometimes, she would suddenly have a seizure, grab Yang Pingsheng's hand, and chuckle, "Look, look at my talisman, this is a talisman to invite a spirit to possess you. If you use it, I will protect you by your side."

Jiang Mochang is skilled at making talismans. Unlike others who need special materials to make talismans, Jiang Mochang can make talismans from anything he picks up.

She used a leaf to make a white talisman, placed it in Yang Pingsheng's hand, and said, "This is how to invite a deity to possess you."

Seeing Jiang Mochang's erratic behavior, Yang Pingsheng reluctantly accepted the gift.

White talismans are the lowest level talismans and are basically useless.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Jiang Mo smiled, his crazed eyes revealing a tenderness that even Yang Pingsheng couldn't decipher.

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Jiang Mochang seems uninterested in immortal destiny and also dislikes gang wars.

But she is very bloodthirsty, and when she gets angry, she will randomly wipe out a gang.

She also seemed to care a lot about a gang; she once stood with Yang Pingsheng at the entrance of a gang's territory, watching them intently.

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Do you want to join this gang?"

Jiang Mochang shook his head and turned to leave.

Yang Pingsheng saw many things in her eyes: fear, sadness, and attachment.

But she still left.

She kept her distance, avoiding all news related to that gang.

Yang Pingsheng found it strange, but since this wasn't part of the plan and the system showed no interest in investigating, he simply remained silent.

The system's plan was underway, and during their journey, the two passed through a gang's territory.

The gang leader was also a madman. When he saw Jiang Mochang and Yang Pingsheng, he insisted that they had a connection to the immortals.

Upon hearing about the Immortal Fate, the entire gang went crazy. At first, it was just this one gang, but later, several other gangs arrived one after another, forming an encirclement around Jiang Mochang and Yang Pingsheng.

The system's strength wasn't enough this time, and Yang Pingsheng was caught off guard, his chest pierced by the opponent's sword.

Blood stained his clothes, the ground, and even Jiang Mochang's eyes.