The improved female villains regained their memories.

"I, I have this much..."

Ling Tiandu really wanted to ask, "Is she really that amazing?"

However, the boy's words were so sincere that she couldn't help but believe them.

"I have a conscience..."

"Yes, you're already far more capable than others!"

The path of cultivation is a path that leads upwards.

As you climb higher, you'll accumulate more and more power, fame, status, money, and beauty.

Once you become an immortal, you'll have more powerful killing moves, a longer lifespan, better magical artifacts... and you'll want more and more things.

In this process, there are those who are obsessed with finding out the truth, there are madmen who only want to cultivate themselves, and there are demons who want to kill indiscriminately. Everyone will use their own standards as the benchmark.

Human nature is no longer important, let alone the conscience within people's hearts?

Ling Tiandu let out a breath and ate the rest of the sesame seed cake in a few bites.

She puffed out her cheeks as she stood up, thanked Yi Changcun, and then walked towards home.

Yi Changcun watched her retreating figure and smiled.

He saw the color of shyness.

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The new day's sunlight awakens Jiutian City, and people begin their activities once again in this bustling metropolis.

In an ordinary family's house, Ling Tiandu sat on a chair, watching the boy go in and out alone. The fire on the stove was burning brightly, emitting a lot of smoke.

"Okay!"

He came out with a smile, carrying a bowl of soup, and placed it in front of Ling Tiandu. He also put a few sesame cakes on top of it and said, "Alright, eat up."

"........"

Ling Tiandu lowered her head. The clear water in the bowl had some oil floating on it. It had no aroma, but it smelled very smoky. The sesame seed cake was still the same as before. If there was any change, it was that there were more sesame seeds.

She picked up the soup bowl, took a sip, and silently put it down.

The boy looked at her expectantly: "How was it?"

Ling Tiandu remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter two words: "It's alright."

"Really? Why do I see the color of lying?"

"........"

Yi Changcun smiled without minding, sat opposite her, and ate and drank the sesame seed cake with soup.

Ling Tiandu didn't stand on ceremony and ate along with him.

Pushing open the window, the fresh air wafted in, the weather was just right. Yi Changcun tidied up the dishes and looked at Ling Tiandu, who was sitting there motionless, and asked, "What brings you here today?"

"I don't want to stay at home."

Last night, Ling Wuhan came to talk to her again, trying to persuade her to change her mind about cultivating immortality. Of course, she was unwilling, and in the end, she parted on bad terms with her father.

Today, apart from her nominal master, the Demon King, no one in the manor is willing to teach her anymore.

Ling Wuhan did not forcefully order everyone not to teach Ling Tiandu. He simply said that if Ling Tiandu could not complete the basic training, then there was no need to rush to teach her the later things.

That's true, but anyone can hear the subtext in Ling Wuhan's words.

Those immortal seniors wouldn't teach the basics. The elders from several sects came specifically to teach Ling Tianxin, as Ling Tiandu's cultivation progress was undoubtedly lagging behind.

"Maybe I really am an idiot."

Ling Tiandu smiled helplessly: "If no one guides me step by step, I won't even be able to learn the basics of the circulatory cycle."

"But I didn't see your disappointment."

"Maybe it's because I'm used to it?"

"Perhaps." The boy nodded. "So what do you plan to do?"

"Practice on your own."

"Are you really not going to give up? I think your father is doing this for your own good, after all, you're really not suited to the path of cultivation."

"I know, but..."

But she was unwilling to accept it.

Both were born in the City Lord's Mansion and were both daughters of Ling Wuhan, so why could Ling Tianxin become that one-in-a-million genius? Why could she shine so brightly and gain the favor of the Guardian Heaven Sect?

"If I had been born into an ordinary family, if I had never known anything about immortals."

Looking at her hands, Ling Tiandu said, "Of course I wouldn't think about cultivating immortality or taking that path. Perhaps at that time, marrying a good man and living a better life would be all my desires."

"But I'm not like that! I'm not like that!"

"I've seen that kind of world, I've seen that kind of people, so why can they do it but I can't?"

"Why? Why? Just because I'm not talented, does that mean I can't take this path?"

"Then don't let me see it! Don't let me know! I'm a person, not a stone, not a flower or grass. I have desires too, and my desires are just that big. I'm just not willing to accept this!"

She suddenly shouted, as if to vent all her emotions.

Her hands were spread out on the table, covered in scars.

The boy could not see the girl's face; if he could, he would see a scarred Ling Tiandu.

Even so, he could sense the girl's emotions, watching the complex colors surge and churn.

At thirteen, he couldn't offer any profound advice, so he could only comfort the girl: "It's okay, Xiaoling, maybe you're just missing an opportunity."

Without talent, hard work and determination alone are not enough.

Those heroes, geniuses, and eccentric geniuses—all Ling Tiandu needs is an opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

Chapter 547 I Heard My Own Prayer

Time: Sixth cycle

"Xiaoling, can I ask you a question?"

"ask."

Why do you like my mother's sesame seed cakes so much?

"Because your mother did a good job."

"Why don't you just tell my mother directly? If you just ask, she'll definitely make you pancakes every day. Why do you insist that I keep it a secret for you?"

"Can't figure it out?"

"I don't understand."

"Then you just can't figure it out."

Why didn't you tell me?

"because......"

Ling Tiandu suddenly stopped talking and said with a sly smile, "Don't you know how to use your spiritual sense? Why don't you take a look and see why I'm like this?"

The boy said helplessly, "Xiaoling, you know what my spiritual sense can see, but I can't see through mental activity."

Ling Tiandu laughed and said, "Then there's nothing I can do. Anyway, I'm not telling you."

The boy blinked and said, "Speaking of which, Xiaoling's emotions are really strange; she doesn't act like a twelve-year-old girl at all."

Ling Tiandu's laughter stopped.

Raindrops pattered on the spiritual energy shield. She tried her best to appear nonchalant and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The boy scratched his head and said, "I always feel that your emotions are very stable, which is unusual for someone your age, Xiaoling..."

Ling Tiandu teased, "What, you're quite familiar with other girls your age?"

The boy blushed and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, not at all."

Yi Changcun was as easy to deal with as before.

The rain lessened a bit, and the two had almost finished eating their pancakes. Ling Tiandu used a killer move to send him home.

The moon hid behind the dark clouds, standing tall in the drizzling rain, watching the boy go inside until he turned off the lights and lay down.

The city of Jiutian was eerily quiet on a rainy night.

The girl thought of the opportunity the boy had mentioned before.

She took a deep breath and looked at her hands.

No longer hands covered in scars.

She has now become a genius, and those events before the cycle of reincarnation have long since become a past that no one can know.

It became a past known only to the girl.

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The City Lord's Mansion of Nine Heavens City.

Ling Wuhuan looked back and forth between her two daughters, her gaze finally settling on her eldest daughter.

He looked at his eldest daughter, her body covered in injuries, trembling but still stubbornly standing, and sighed helplessly.

"Tianxin, you should go back first. I'll talk to your sister."

Ling Tianxin nodded and turned to leave. Only the father and daughter remained in the vast training ground.

Ling Tiandu looked up, tears welling in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to let them fall: "Father."

Ling Wuhan smiled and beckoned to her: "Does it hurt? Come here."

Ling Tiandu shook his head: "Father, I'm fine."

Ling Wuhan's smile turned bitter as she said, "Heaven is jealous. You must understand, in this world..."

"I understand what you mean, Father. I should be content, accept my fate, and choose another path." Though her small body was frail, it still radiated energy: "But I still want to try..."