The improved female villains regained their memories.

Surrounded by light, the feeling of his heart being tightly gripped dissipated considerably. Yang Pingsheng exhaled a breath of stale air, lowered his hands, and propped himself up on his knees to look at the ground.

The system's teasing voice rang out: "That's rare. The last time I saw you get angry was when you were beating Wen Shihan."

"Heh...Is that so? That was a long time ago."

To be honest, when he hit Wen Shihan, he wasn't that angry; he was mostly agitated.

Now, he feels like he has anger inside but can't vent it; if he's angry, it's just sullen resentment.

"System, as you said, Gu Zi'ang will pretend to be controlled by Xu Anyin, right?"

"It can't be said that it was just an act. According to the calculations of Heaven, Gu Zi'ang was indeed initially controlled by Xu Anyin."

"But he'll untie it later, right?"

"Hmm~"

"Okay." Yang Pingsheng stood up.

"Anyway, I just need to do my job well."

"of course."

The system was pleased to see Yang Pingsheng's strong initiative, and even its tone of voice became much happier:

"Let the female villain do her thing. She's straying further and further from the original storyline—bloodthirsty, arrogant, and unwilling to listen to advice. The net of Heaven's justice has been cast, and in the end, we will be the victors."

"When she thought she had succeeded in her revenge, that was the beginning of her change."

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Xu Anyin returned to his consciousness space with a cold face.

When she returned, she ignored Xu Anlu and sat alone on the throne, frowning and biting her nails.

Xu Anlu hadn't practiced her boxing for the past few days and was sitting on the ground, lost in thought with her eyes closed.

Seeing Xu Anyin return, she stood up and said, "Sister."

"what's up?"

"Could you please allow me to see the Grand Tutor?"

Xu Anyin was already annoyed, and upon hearing Xu Anlu's words, he immediately became furious, his voice rising several decibels: "Didn't I tell you not to see that person?!"

A few days ago, Xu Anlu suddenly suggested that she go to see the Grand Tutor, but Xu Anyin refused without hesitation.

Her reasoning was: "The situation outside is complicated, and the Grand Tutor isn't a good person either. Just stay here and relax, and I'll take care of everything for you."

Xu Anyin has been controlling the body for longer and longer periods of time. He used to allow Xu Anlu to show her face, but recently, he has stopped even letting her show her face.

Ignoring Xu Anyin's anger, Xu Anlu calmly continued, "I want to see him."

"I told you you're not allowed to go!!"

She suddenly shouted in a fit of rage, her voice terrifyingly loud.

Xu Anlu lowered her head, said "I understand," and then sat down to the side to continue resting with her eyes closed.

"Whoosh..."

Xu Anyin clutched his chest, feeling both regretful and bewildered.

She didn't understand why she was suddenly so angry.

However, I have a slight, intermittent pain in my heart.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Night of Revenge

A month of dramatic changes.

After returning to the city, Gu Zi'ang did not support Ling Yan'er, but instead supported Xu Anlu. At the same time, the controlled immortals in the court and among the people stepped down one after another, all expressing their support for Xu Anlu.

Many people were confused, after all, Xu Anlu was just an ordinary princess, so why did so many important figures suddenly want to switch sides and support her?

Ling Yan'er was also baffled. Let's not talk about the others, but what's wrong with you, Gu Zi'ang? Did you take the wrong medicine?

However, along with her bewilderment, she also felt a sense of terror. Xu Anlu was nominally her daughter, and her daughter had actually built such a powerful force right under her nose.

The real enemy was not Yang Pingsheng, but her daughter, Xu Anlu.

She understood, but it was too late. Xu Anlu's power was already established, and it was difficult to touch her in the slightest.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted within the Wentian Sect. On one hand, those immortals were all their people, and the decision to support Xu Anlu had not been discussed with them at all, leading many to begin to suspect each other; on the other hand, the sect leader and the vice sect leader were now at loggerheads, and the matter was on the verge of being decided.

With the Wentian Sect embroiled in internal strife and temporarily unable to attend to the affairs of the Great Yan Dynasty, Xu Anyin saw this opportunity and planned to close the net.

Tonight, it's windy and rainy.

Fine, silvery raindrops veiled the heavens and earth like a light gauze. The rain and dew brushed against the magnificent palace buildings, gathering into beads and sliding down in an elegant parabola. Like broken crystal threads, they struck the bamboo umbrellas, intermittently, with a clear and melodious sound like a lady gently striking a chime.

Xu Anyin controlled Xu Anlu's body, holding a bamboo umbrella, and slowly walked towards the palace.

A figure appeared beside her: "Your Highness, that woman is heading towards the Grand Tutor's palace."

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface.

She looked up, shook the umbrella, and said with some dissatisfaction, "How can this be? The Grand Tutor needs to rest. We can't let her disturb him."

With a slight upturn at the corners of her lips, Xu Anlu's face somehow exuded a sinister charm.

"Stop her, force her to come back. I want to settle her score with myself."

Boom!

A muffled rumble of thunder sounded, and Ling Yan'er, panting, ran along the corridor.

She can't find anyone anymore. From today onwards, she won't be able to find a single person in the entire palace.

Her connection with the Wenxian Sect has been severed, her influence in the entire palace has been eliminated, and most fatally, even Gu Zi'ang is no longer on her side. Now, Ling Yan'er is truly all alone.

She finally panicked and decided to go to Yang Pingsheng, who was her only hope.

Unfortunately, her hopes were soon dashed.

A figure blocked her way, her emerald green robe billowing in the wind and rain. It was a young girl, but she held a sword and summoned spiritual energy, already possessing the bearing of an immortal.

Ling Yan'er was startled, but when she saw who it was, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a small flower.

"Little Flower, it's me. I'm your teacher's good friend." Ling Yan'er forced a smile. "Did the Grand Tutor also notice something amiss and send you to rescue me? I knew the Grand Tutor wouldn't abandon me. Although we disagree, we're both working for the Wenxian Sect, so..."

"go back."

"Hey?"

"I said, you can go back."

A flash of light, and a lock of Ling Yan'er's hair was severed.

Ling Yan'er was terrified, but still maintained an awkward smile: "Little, Little Flower, are you kidding me?"

“I told you,” Xiao Hua said expressionlessly, spiritual energy swirling around the blade, “that you can go back.”

"you…"

In an instant, Ling Yan'er thought of something and felt a chill run down her spine.

Her eyes widened in horror, and she blurted out instinctively, "You're Xu Anlu's person too!!"

Xiao Hua narrowed her eyes, and the blade flashed again. Ling Yan'er let out a painful scream.

The rain continued, and the palace was shrouded in mist.

Ling Yan'er, whose fair face was scarred, returned in a disheveled state under Xiao Hua's escort. She walked all the way to the entrance of the palace hall before she discovered that eleven figures stood in all directions.

Some were perched in trees, others on eaves; some hid in the shadows, while others stood openly in the open. Though their postures differed, what they all had in common was that the rain avoided their bodies, keeping them completely dry.

"Your Majesty!"

Xiao Hua suddenly struck Ling Yan'er on the back, catching her off guard and causing her to fall to her knees.

patter

In the rain, people were holding bamboo umbrellas and climbing the steps below.

"Sometimes I wonder, what is the meaning of revenge?"

"Some say that revenge is a sense of mission, and it can serve as a life goal, so that avengers will not feel moral pressure or become complacent."

"Because as an avenger, he would place himself on a moral high ground, constantly reflecting on the suffering he had endured, which would generate endless motivation. He would keep telling himself how wicked the other party was and how right his actions were."

Fear flashed in Ling Yan'er's eyes as the man gently lifted his bamboo umbrella, revealing his face.

It's Xu Anlu.

"But I think that's a rather superficial view."

With a snap, Xu Anlu closed her umbrella.

In that instant, her ahoge disappeared, and her full head of black hair turned completely red, reaching her waist and almost dragging on the ground.

"Revenge is a form of transcendence. It's about transcending your own fears and the objects that once terrified you. That's the meaning of revenge."

"And now—"

Xu Anyin stood in front of Ling Yan'er, looking down at her.

"I have transcended myself, and I have transcended fear."

As the heavy rain fell, a flame burned in Xu Anyin's eyes, and everything from the past reappeared in her mind.

In the palace, Xu Anyin was being dragged by the hair by Ling Yan'er, crying and begging for mercy:

"Mom, I was wrong, please don't hit me, I was wrong! I didn't see anything, I really didn't see anything!"

Ling Yan'er had a ferocious smile on her face. She grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the wall.

She trembled with fear, her mind buzzing, the violent tremors making her lose consciousness.

In the chaos, Ling Yan'er suddenly screamed, and then the grip on her head disappeared as someone grabbed her hand.

"Xiao Yin, run!"

Blood blurred her vision, and half of her face was swollen, making it impossible for her to see clearly.