The improved female villains regained their memories.

Song Panning nodded.

The two heard a voice from outside: "Can you two please not slap me in the face?"

Song Panning patted Yang Pingsheng on the back and said, "She worked so hard to act, so just go and do as she wishes."

Yang Pingsheng stood up, looking at Song Panning in the darkness, as if seeing her for the first time: "You really..."

Song Panning smiled and made a shushing gesture.

Goddess and her followers.

Now, who are whose followers?

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The three of them finished fighting.

Luo Benmo didn't pester Yang Pingsheng; instead, he stood on the roof of the palace.

She looked down over the capital, the silver moon shining on her silver hair.

Before the dark clouds gathered, they illuminated Luo Benmo's pensive face.

Luo Benmo had spoken with all of these villains.

She and they have always been blunt and unceremonious.

"You shameless bastard, I'm warning you one last time: stay away from me and my brother. I'm not your sister, and I don't want a sister like you, understand?"

She looked at the man, swallowed a pill, and all her injuries were healed. She was still grinning.

Luo Benmo was dazed. Did this person not feel pain?

But she couldn't bring herself to kill him. Su Murong had indeed helped her during the battle in the capital, saving her life.

Since he saved her, he couldn't kill her; at the very least, he had to repay her with his life. This was Luo Benmo's principle.

So she said to Su Murong:

"I won't kill you, and I'll never lay a hand on you again, but you want me to share my brother with you? Let me tell you, dream on. Not only you, but also you, you bastard. What kind of sister do you think I recognize?"

She won't admit it!

I won't accept either of them, this or that.

These people are none of her business. She came to the main world not to fight with these women.

She looked at the silver moon in the sky, at the countless stars, and then she remembered someone who, just like her, had been staring blankly at the stars in the sky.

Luo Benmo sighed; she had finally softened her heart.

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In the courtyard, spiritual energy scattered and flew everywhere, and Wen Shihan stood obediently behind Yang Pingsheng.

She muttered, "I didn't hit him hard."

Across from him, Su Murong lay sprawled out, his body billowing black smoke, while Zhuque wailed, "Waaah, our lord is dead!"

Yang Pingsheng looked at Wen Shihan, who said aggrievedly, "Luo Benmo put the thunder. I just hid and kicked her. I didn't even use my killing move."

As soon as Wen Shihan finished speaking, the dark figure opened its mouth, emitting a plume of black smoke, and then Zhuque cried even harder.

Wen Shihan was speechless, then drew his sword and angrily shouted, "Are you pretending to be your mother?"

Yang Pingsheng was both amused and exasperated. He walked up to Wen Shihan and gently tapped her head: "Go back to your room and wait for me."

"Yes, elder brother."

She glanced at Su Murong one last time, pursed her lips, and then turned into yin energy and flew away.

Yang Pingsheng walked over and took Su Murong's hand: "Alright, get up."

The darkness vanished, and Su Murong returned to his original appearance. He jumped up from the ground and said with a grin, "As expected of a doctor, I can't hide anything from you."

A sly smile.

It's as if it's saying, "I know you can see through everything I do."

Yang Pingsheng's gaze softened slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Su Murong clicked his tongue and said, "Just that one sentence? I've gone to great lengths to try and reconcile the relationship between your sister and your younger sister."

Yang Pingsheng asked, "So what do you want?"

Su Murong suddenly moved closer, releasing a burst of fragrance, and whispered in Yang Pingsheng's ear, "No matter what happens in the future, one day a week of yours will belong to me."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone suddenly turned murderous: "If you don't agree, I'll unleash my death energy right now, and we'll all be finished."

Only at this moment did she regain some of the domineering aura she had when she was the sect leader.

Yang Pingsheng smiled and said, "I'll do whatever you say."

Su Murong stood up with satisfaction and patted Yang Pingsheng on the shoulder: "Believe it or not, no matter if it's your sister or your younger sister, or your damn goddess, I can take them all down with one hand."

Yang Pingsheng nodded: "I believe you."

Su Murong added, "Believe it or not, no matter what conspiracy the Heavenly Guardian Sect has, or what tricks the so-called Ninth Villain has up its sleeve, I can help you solve them all."

Yang Pingsheng nodded again: "I believe you."

Su Murong exclaimed "Huh?" and tilted his head: "You trust me that much?"

"of course."

Why?

"Because the Rong in Su Murong is the Rong of glory."

Su Murong was stunned.

After a while, she burst into laughter.

She raised her hand, pointed to the night sky, and said loudly, "Yes, that's right. My glory is the glory of honor. My life is not a failure. Since coming here, I will eventually obtain the glory that belongs to me."

She looked at Yang Pingsheng, her eyes sparkling brighter than the brightest star in the night sky: "Doctor, I will definitely realize my dream, I definitely will!"

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The children gathered in twos and threes, each sharing their dreams. Some wanted to be teachers, others scientists, but this concept primarily resonated with the world Yang Pingsheng lived in. In this world, however, it would be called—

--ambition.

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Whether then or now, Yang Pingsheng asked, "Are you referring to ambition?"

Su Murong nodded: "That's right, from then until now, I haven't changed!"

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"I... have a very unrealistic idea."

"I want to build a very, very big house, that can shelter us from the wind and rain, and prepare lots and lots of delicious food inside, so that all the poor people in the world can live there, and there will be no more pain or sorrow. Everyone can eat and drink their fill, and sit quietly around the fire."

"If that's the case, I'll be content."

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She is a shameless person who prioritizes personal gain above all else.

But she was also the one who destroyed the spiritual energy of the Yan Kingdom, the one who unified the world, and the one who created a future of popularity.

She had strayed from her original path, but now she has returned to it.

Gathering popularity and overcoming calamities, the battle on the grasslands deterred the immortals, and the battle in the capital destroyed the calamity.

She was the one who brought chaos to the world, and she was also the one who saved it.

She was not like Xu Anlu, a born queen, nor like Luo Benmo, who was exceptionally gifted.

But she also has her own light.

Glory is something you earn yourself, and Yang Pingsheng understood that.

In fact, she had already proven her glory in the battle in the capital.

He chuckled to himself, remembering Su Rouxue, that strong mother.

That's what she hoped for, isn't it?

The system once said that everything has its own destiny and fate.

For Su Murong, Su Rouxue's death was one of her fates.

The Way of Heaven is vast and ever-present. The nature of all things is determined from birth, and they will each follow their own destiny.

Villains and heroes alike, even Xiao Qitian, who always tried to understand and avoid fate, still perished in his own destiny.

And Su Murong...

She has broken free from the definition and found the true definition of the character "荣" (róng).

It is—

The north wind howls, whipping up cold sand; a lone star slants, illuminating the horizon.

Father's shadow is nowhere to be found, mother's passing brings tears to my eyes.

The path to immortality is long and arduous, I can only sigh in vain; my heart is not dead, my dreams are still far off.

Refining one's spirit and forging cinnabar, the rosy clouds in the fire reflect the red gauze.

Above the capital, the battle shook the crows.

From then on, his fame spread far and wide, reaching the highest peaks and gazing upon the immortals.

Looking at the girl, Yang Pingsheng's eyes grew brighter and brighter from that time until now.

Only four words remain: enduring and unending.

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Taixu.

Ye Buxin remained silent for a long time, trapped within Jiang Mochang's physical talisman.

The surging torrents of the Great Void, mixed with the aura of talismans, continuously washed over the body of this Heavenly King. Finally, she spoke: "I've figured it out."