The improved female villains regained their memories.

A week.

One month.

two months.

Three months.

Half a year.

One year.

As the protagonist, Ling Tiandu looked at the world with a blank expression for the first time.

A year has passed.

The world has not yet restarted.

Time continues!

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a certain world

Yang Pingsheng, in his soul form, stared blankly at the system before him.

"You were already dead, but I saved you," the system said.

"Of course, I didn't save you for nothing, young man, Heaven needs your help."

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第九世界

Ye Buxin held a little girl's hand and walked home.

"Teacher, are you smiling?"

"Ah."

Why?

"Because the teacher saw that a good show was about to begin."

"What kind of show is it? I want to see it too!"

"You're too young to see this."

Ye Buxin smiled and patted the little girl's hair: "This scene is only truly spectacular when viewed from halfway up the mountain."

Chapter 551 Inner Demons

A sword flashed across the cloudless sky.

Dark clouds gathered not far ahead, and a rogue cultivator leaned out, seeing the sword shadows chasing after him, and cried out in terror, "Heroine, spare my life! Let me live!"

"You have committed countless evils and sins." The figure revealed in the sword shadow was none other than Ling Tiandu. She frowned slightly, affixed a talisman, and unleashed her speed once more.

"You have the guts to do it but not the guts to admit it? Leave your life behind!"

"You've gone too far!" the evil cultivator cursed, and immediately unleashed a destructive killing move. Dark clouds formed a black dragon, which roared and charged towards the sword shadow.

"Hmph!" Ling Tiandu snorted coldly, his speed undiminished, unleashing a killing move, cleaving the sky with a single sword strike.

The black dragon immediately vanished.

The evil cultivator stopped in his tracks and roared at Ling Tiandu, "If you push me any further, I will make thousands of mortals beneath my feet perish with me!"

Ling Tiandu stopped, looked at the town beneath the evil cultivator's feet, and then looked at him: "What do you intend to do?"

"I just want to live!" the evil cultivator said ferociously. "Ling Tiandu, you are a genius, I am not as good as you. You were able to cultivate to the Heavenly Immortal realm in such a short time, while it would take me three hundred years to cultivate to the Heavenly Immortal realm even with the blood sacrifice method!"

"For the past three hundred years, I have lived in constant fear, always avoiding you righteous people."

"But I never expected that you still wouldn't let me go even after all this." The evil cultivator shouted hoarsely, "I also kill bad guys, bullies, and bandits. There are so many evil cultivators in the world, why do you insist on chasing after me?"

"You killed someone, and you're asking me why I won't let you go?" Ling Tiandu pointed his sword at the evil cultivator: "When you did these things, you should have thought this day would come."

"I only want to cultivate, I only want to become stronger, what's wrong with that!" The evil cultivator cursed, "Ling Tiandu, do you think everyone has a background and talent like you?! You're just a lucky little girl, what right do you have to judge my three hundred years of life?!"

"Do you think I want to kill someone? Do you think I want to be an animal?"

"Who doesn't want to uphold justice? Who doesn't want to protect the peace of their community? Who doesn't want to be a saint to the world?!"

"But I can't do it. I have no talent, no background, and I have no other way but the blood sacrifice cultivation method."

"I have no other choice!!"

The evil cultivator, who had been lying dormant for three hundred years, suddenly burst into tears.

His cries were particularly awful, sounding like fingernails scraping against the ground, making a squeaking sound.

Ling Tiandu frowned slightly, about to speak, when suddenly his body trembled.

"not good!"

On the surface, this old man was crying and venting his emotions, but in reality, he was using a sonic attack to try and influence Ling Tiandu's mood.

"Old man, still trying to play tricks? Die!"

With a casual flick of his wrist, Ling Tiandu constructed a simple array to suppress the evil cultivator, and then unleashed his killing move, thrusting his sword forward.

The sword light slashed through the sky, severing the evil cultivator's head and then running down his meridians, destroying his spiritual root.

boom!

His body exploded violently.

However, at the moment he died, the town below was also engulfed by a sudden explosion.

"What!" Ling Tiandu was stunned. He had clearly used an array to separate them, so how could this be...?

"Hahahaha, little girl, you're still too young." The remaining head of the evil cultivator laughed ferociously, "What do you think I relied on to escape the righteous path's encirclement for the past three hundred years? I've long since tied my life to those towns; if I die, the towns will be destroyed!"

Seeing Ling Tian's furious expression, the evil cultivator laughed loudly, "I know you righteous disciples are using me as a test, and the lives of ordinary people are of course part of the assessment, so don't even think about getting your wish, hahahahahahaha!"

"You old scoundrel!"

Boom! The head was swallowed by the sword light and turned into dust.

Ling Tiandu took a deep breath and immediately went down to provide assistance.

Although she tried her best to save him, it was too late.

It was a medium-sized town.

With the death of the evil cultivator, the destructive killing move that had been lurking here immediately erupted, and less than one in ten people in the entire town survived.

Most importantly, this heretical cultivator is not bound to just one city, but three cities.

The destruction of three towns could not be kept secret from either the Guardian Heaven Sect or the Qian Kingdom's royal family.

Zhengdao Hall.

Ling Tiandu knelt there, his face pale.

Most of the mythical beasts in the surrounding area had arrived and were whispering among themselves.

"What happened?"

"Isn't this chosen one skilled in divination? How could such a huge oversight occur?"

"The deduction is profound; could it be done on purpose?"

"Impossible. It's obvious without even trying; there's no benefit to doing this."

The demon king, who had returned to the mountain, sat in the head seat, looking at the divine beast above and then at Ling Tiandu kneeling below, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of the seat.

Something's definitely not right this time.

Regardless of how many people died, in theory, with the system's assistance and his own expertise in deduction, Ling Tiandu's deductions should be highly unlikely to be wrong given the basic intelligence he possesses.

But for some reason, since Ling Tiandu officially became the protagonist and took over the Guardian Sect a year ago, she has made many mistakes.

Some were minor mistakes, some were major mistakes, and some demon kings couldn't distinguish between mistakes and intentional actions, but this time he was very clear that Ling Tiandu had made a mistake.

How could a genius of deduction not be able to predict the opponent's next move?

That was just a celestial-level evil cultivator with no special abilities. Even setting aside the chosen one who was skilled in divination, an ordinary divination expert should be able to deduce quite a bit from the fact that the other party was crying inexplicably.

Is something wrong?

He was constantly monitoring Ling Tiandu's physical condition. The system was constantly monitoring Ling Tiandu's state, both physically and mentally. Apart from being under a lot of pressure and feeling a little anxious, there were no other problems.

The Demon King didn't think that anxiety was a problem. After all, Ling Tiandu was still young, and it was normal for her to feel anxious about taking on the responsibility of saving the world. He also wanted to help her by letting her take over now.

But can anxiety... prevent one from fully utilizing their deductive reasoning talent?

The Demon King tapped the handle, lost in thought.

So, where exactly did things go wrong?

'Was her previous education too broad and varied, which perhaps hindered her talent? After all, Ling'er has been interested in many things since she was little: killing techniques, talismans, alchemy, formations, magical artifacts...'

He suddenly stopped tapping.

A thought unconsciously surfaced in his mind, startling this true immortal into breaking out in a cold sweat.

If we say...

He squinted and took a deep breath.

Looking at Ling Tiandu kneeling below, and then at the whispering divine beasts around him, the Demon King raised his hand, signaling them to be quiet, and finally spoke: "Alright, let this be a lesson. I will give the royal family and the other sects an explanation."

The Demon King then looked at Ling Tiandu: "Ling'er, you've worked hard for a year. Haven't you come home to visit in a long time? After you finish your last task, go home and get some rest."

"Yes, Master..."

"What? Demon King, are you just going to let it go like this?" A voice suddenly rang out; it was Qiongqi. "The three towns that were destroyed this time weren't just inhabited by mortals. Many sect disciples were undergoing trials there, as were several high-ranking officials from the Qian Kingdom. Are you just going to let it go so easily?"

"Then what do you want?" the Demon King retorted. "Ling Tiandu is the sect leader of my Guardian Heaven Sect, the new chosen one of destiny. Do you want her to behead herself as an atonement?"

"Supreme power means endless responsibility and burden," Qiongqi sneered. "Your disciple's life is valuable, but the lives of those dead mortals are worthless? She should understand how many lives she carries on her shoulders when she sits in that position! Any word or action could have irreversible consequences! And her deductions are repeatedly wrong. In my opinion, she is not suitable for this position."

"Qiongqi, when did you become so concerned about human life?"

"Hmph, I'm just stating a point."