The improved female villains regained their memories.

A cold wind was blowing.

"Damn it, you little brat, you've come to steal my things again!"

Ghost-scared, furious, grabbed a broom and was about to hit Su Murong.

But he was nowhere near as agile as Su Murong. Don't let his young age fool you; he was as nimble as a monkey, leaping onto the roof in no time.

"Don't be so stingy, old man," she said with a grin. "It's better to give it to the widow next door every day than to give it to her."

Gui Jianchou was amused by his anger: "Hey, you brat, you really have no shame at all. Do you deserve the name your mother gave you?"

Su Murong blinked, not understanding what Gui Jianchou meant: "What's wrong with my name?"

"You... never mind, I'm not talking to you anymore. This is the last time, don't do it again."

Gui Jianchou took a broom and went into the house.

Su Murong muttered "crazy" and went in a different direction.

That evening, remembering what Gui Jianchou had said during the day, she couldn't help but ask Su Rouxue, "Mother, is there something wrong with my name?"

Su Rouxue hugged her and helped her straighten her messy hair: "There's nothing wrong, why are you asking?"

"Are you sure there's no problem?"

"No problem at all."

Su Rouxue smiled and said, "Your mother named you Su Murong, and the last character 'Rong' in your name means 'honor' or 'glory'."

"The 'honor' in 'honor'?"

"Yes, it is the 'honor' of glory, not the 'glory' of wealth and honor."

What's the difference between the two?

"The difference is huge."

At that time, Su Murong did not understand Su Rouxue's words.

Ultimately, the so-called glory was too abstract for Su Murong. In a place like that, glory was less tangible than a chicken leg.

Honor? What's so great about Honor?

That thing is just an empty title; only fools would be burdened by it.

Su Murong thought to herself that she should not be burdened by empty fame and bear the expectations of others for no reason; she would not do such a foolish thing.

but--

"You're entrusting this to me?" Su Murong raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

Song Panning nodded: "I gave Yang Pingsheng a copy of the main formation method, and now I'm giving you a copy as well."

She handed over the talisman that recorded the main formation method, but Su Murong did not take it.

She rested her chin on her hand and said with a smile, "I thought you trusted Yang Pingsheng a lot."

“I believe him, and that doesn’t conflict with what I’m doing.” Song Panning said coldly. She really hated talking to Su Murong, but she had to do it for the sake of the bigger picture. “The formation was set up too hastily. Once the foundation is compromised, the formation is likely to collapse. At that time, we will need your popularity to control it.”

Su Murong smiled but didn't speak, so Song Panning could only continue: "You and Yang Pingsheng can look after each other. He has Wen Shihan by his side, plus the Four Heavenly Spirits and the royal forces. As long as you don't take the initiative to leave the array's core, even if the people from the Guardian Heaven Sect try to assassinate you, they won't be able to do anything."

"Heh, I say, aren't you mistaken about something?" Su Murong finally spoke, his tone smug and irritating: "What business is it of mine if you attack the Guardian Sect?"

"In the end, I don't care about the origin of the Heavenly Dao or the ninth villain. The best thing I can do now is to cut ties with you all as soon as possible, take Yang Pingsheng, and find a place to hide and live a quiet life. At worst, we'll see whether the Guardian Heaven Sect is stronger or the ninth villain is stronger. If neither of them wants me to have an easy time, I'll absorb the human energy of the main world and threaten them with self-destruction."

She patted Song Panning on the shoulder, walked past her and said, "To be frank, I don't need to take any risks with you, and I won't let the doctor go either."

"..."

After saying that, Su Murong walked outside.

But Song Panning stopped her with just one sentence.

"Su Murong, is there anything you absolutely must do?"

She then asked, "Which honor do you mean?"

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boom!

The heavy, ghostly figure crashed straight into the deep blue sky, causing turmoil.

The Cloud Dream Array.

The armor on his body was breaking apart and disintegrating after withstanding the God of Wine's killing move.

But it had already fulfilled its mission—saving Song Panning's life and helping her catch her breath when she was in the most danger.

The spiritual energy began to circulate again, and she gripped the flag tightly, raising it once more.

This was certainly not done for nothing.

A burst of light shot into the sky and then scattered in all directions.

Dionysus sensed something was wrong; something was gushing out from within him.

The Weaver Girl, who was forcibly healing everyone, was also suddenly frozen by the spiritual light and couldn't move.

The same applies to Heaven's lack of compassion and to the chaos hiding in the lower realm.

The seed has sprouted.

Four threads of spiritual energy pierced through the two realms, connecting the three people and the beast.

"What!" Ling Tianxin was shocked. "Song Panning really did something, but how is that possible? I clearly checked it and even did the deduction at the time!"

How could there still be problems?!

Dionysus, Weaver Girl, Heavenly Mercy, and Chaos returned to the Guardian Sect after Du Wanli risked his life to rescue them. The first thing Ling Tianxin did was to check if they had been tampered with.

To this end, she even had Jiu Ba Huang use his supernatural powers to check, but no problems were found.

What now...?

"Of course you won't find anything wrong."

Song Panning chuckled weakly.

"All things in the world are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. A single thing may not be harmful, but once they are combined, they can have a huge impact."

"Even if you are careful, how could you possibly know the secrets of my Human Formation?"

The first to react was Tian Bulian, who screamed in terror, "This person wants to use us as materials for setting up an array!! She wants to use us together with that great array in the lower realm to reassemble into a larger array."

A grand array spanning both realms.

Tian Bulian cried out in desperation, but there was nothing he could do.

If she were still in full-on form, she certainly wouldn't be afraid of Song Panning's methods, but unfortunately, she is now seriously injured and lying on the ground, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"This!!" Xu Anlu looked at the flag with spiritual light gathering in Song Panning's hand and finally recognized the true appearance of the flag.

"It's actually a magic array artifact! We still have a chance to win!" She stared intently at the flag, at the crimson color on it.

Luo Benmo was unable to move; among everyone, her injuries were relatively severe.

But seeing Song Panning make a move, she still slightly raised her hand and poured in a stream of spiritual energy.

"Oh......"

She followed her instincts once again.

A convergence of spiritual light caused the formation to begin to appear.

Dionysus felt a sense of weightlessness within his body and was filled with shock and rage.

"You, a mere Earth Immortal, dare to try and turn me into material for an array? You think you're worthy?!"

Why can't we kill this guy?

He trembled all over, and the illusory image of the wine jar poured out a white light.

"Break!"

The white light reappeared.

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In a certain small world, the protagonist of that world is dashing and heroic, wielding a sword with great skill, and loves drinking. People call him the Drunken Sword Immortal.

Because of his status as the chosen one, the royal family gave him special treatment, bestowing upon him a title, a residence, and special honorary titles.

He has a wife and daughter, a smooth career, a happy family, and strong personal abilities. Such a successful life is something others wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But everything has changed.

The villain appears, and overnight, he loses everything.

He stopped practicing swordsmanship and became increasingly decadent, spending his days drinking.

At first, the royal family kept encouraging him and hoping he would cheer up, but he remained depressed, which made the royal family somewhat dissatisfied.

When his cultivation level regressed, the royal family even began to doubt his status as the chosen one and decided to conduct a thorough reinvestigation.

The Sword Immortal sat on the side of the street.

He leaned against the wall, head tilted back, asleep. His wine gourd lay overturned beside him, empty.

People passing by saw him like this and started talking about it.

"Is this the chosen one? How did he turn out like this?"

"I've been feeling down for a long time."

"Isn't he a celestial being? If his wife dies, he can just get another one, why is he so depressed?"

"His character is so bad, can someone like that be considered an immortal?"

Amidst the murmurs and chatter, the Drunken Sword Immortal simply slept soundly.

"Hey."

He heard someone standing in front of him calling his name.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight and barely opened them. The Sword Immortal looked at the pretty girl in front of him and frowned slightly: "Where did this little girl come from? Go away, don't disturb my sleep."

The girl said coldly, "Sword Immortal, with you so颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation), do you still deserve to be called the protagonist?"