The improved female villains regained their memories.

She closed her eyes in agony, let out a wail, and two streams of bloody tears slowly flowed down her cheeks.

She couldn't fight against the world.

But she wouldn't give up so easily.

An obsession, the obsession of the female villain, is burning fiercely, defying the will of Heaven.

"No stealing, no robbing, no fighting, no brawling..."

Wen Shihan of the Jade Cauldron Sect has changed recently, everyone has noticed.

Ever since disobeying her master's orders, Wen Shihan has started acting strangely. Every day, she recites strange incantations and copies them all over the room.

In the past, Wen Shihan would at most ignore people, but she wouldn't be like this now, acting like a crazy woman, which is frightening to look at.

She became withdrawn and unapproachable, sometimes displaying a pained expression. When her dark eyes looked at others, they only revealed a deep sense of death.

The world took everything from her, but it doesn't matter. She will fight against the world, relying on her own memories.

Unfortunately, even her memories are being taken away by the world.

A month later, Wen Shihan realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

She couldn't remember her brother's face.

Her obsession fought against this world for a whole month, even surprising the system.

Unfortunately, that's where it ends.

Now, Wen Shihan's memories of Yang Pingsheng are slowly being taken away by the world.

Chapter Thirteen: The Final Collapse

"It's really surprising. I thought her memory wouldn't last more than three days, so she would force herself to remember it by habit, but now... well, whatever, it doesn't make any difference anyway."

The system offered its assessment as if it were an outsider.

Yang Pingsheng disliked this attitude, which made it seem as if everyone was an ant being manipulated by it. So he retorted, "Is this what you wanted to see, a completely broken female villain?"

"Don't rush, keep watching."

Wen Shihan is indeed not far from a complete breakdown.

Even if you can't find your brother, you still have his belongings. Even if the belongings are taken away, you still have the memories.

And now, she's almost losing her memory.

Starting today, she will no longer be able to remember her brother's face.

Wen Shihan trembled as he took out a sketchbook, looked at the familiar faces he had drawn, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn world.

Even memories aren't allowed to be retained?!

Yes, Heaven will not allow it.

Her memories chose to submit to the will of Heaven, and Wen Shihan forgot more and more. She forgot Yang Pingsheng's face, forgot his voice, forgot his scent, forgot his gentleness.

I've forgotten how I met him.

Every day, she struggles with her memories. The records in her room grow longer and longer, and the portraits of Yang Pingsheng she paints become more and more distorted.

Despair enveloped Wen Shihan, slowly leading her to fall into the abyss of utter collapse.

If even she can't remember Yang Pingsheng, then what's the point of Yang Pingsheng's existence?

What was the point of everything I did in the past?

No, absolutely not! This is the only thing you absolutely cannot do!

She could bear her brother's departure because she was certain she would find him.

She could tolerate the loss of his belongings, because she was certain she would find him.

But the memory is the one thing she absolutely cannot give up. Once she gives up her memory, she will truly never be able to find him again.

"Get out! Get out!!"

No matter how hysterical she became, memories slipped through her fingers like quicksand.

"Junior sister, why are you carving words on your own immortal artifact? If Master finds out, he will punish you again."

In the Soul Forging Pool, Wen Shihan ignored Mu Xiaobai's questions and focused intently on inscribing words on his immortal artifact.

Elder brother - Yang Pingsheng.

Immortal artifacts are precious items condensed from the souls of immortals. They are symbols of entering the realm of earthly immortals and also represent one's own identity.

Wen Shihan's immortal weapon is a ring-pommel sword, and those words were engraved on the blade.

Despite her stubbornness, she refused to give up and vowed to etch her brother into her very soul.

Wen Shihan pressed himself even harder to cultivate, hoping to come up with a good solution before he could completely forget his brother.

but--

"who are you?"

Six months later, one night, Wen Shihan stood blankly in his room.

The room was filled with paintings and notes, all pointing to the same person.

The name engraved on the celestial artifact hanging in front of her was so unfamiliar.

"Elder brother, Yang, Ping, Sheng."

She read it out word by word.

Her obsession burned like a black fire within her. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, weeping silently.

The nerves were being slowly tortured, experiencing pain that penetrated to the very soul.

We must not forget, we must not forget, we must not forget!

Wen Shihan covered his head, frantically stuffing fragmented memories into his brain.

Yang Pingsheng closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

"Ah...ah..."

In the end, the memories shattered, the fire of obsession burned, leaving only a last glimmer of hope.

"No stealing, no robbing, no fighting, no brawling. Speak politely, care for your fellow disciples, do not bully the weak, do not cheat or swindle, do not kill or rob, do not mistreat mortals. Pay for your meals, be fair in business, return borrowed items, compensate for damaged items, be polite and hygienic, and be a good example for immortals."

She opened her mouth to recite it, then laughed foolishly.

"Hehe, I see, I see..."

"I will do as you say. I'm a good child, Xiaohan is a good child, Xiaohan is not a bad child..."

"Don't go..."

"Don't go..."

"Xiao Han was wrong, Xiao Han will change..."

"Xiaohan is a good child..."

The day the system had been waiting for finally arrived.

Wen Shihan has changed again, this time completely.

She respected her teachers and valued her fellow disciples. She always had a gentle smile on her face, no longer oppressed ordinary people, and upheld justice.

Mu Xiaobai was amazed at how one person could change so many times in a year. All the immortals of the Jade Cauldron Sect had nothing to say about her, and even her master, Dao Ranzi, both loved and hated her.

He loved her reputation; she brought him honor.

What he hated was her stubbornness; she stopped helping him with his work and instead focused solely on following that damn mantra she recited every day.

She suppressed all evil with her immense power, never abusing her authority. Even mortals earned her respect. Her character and cultivation were impeccable, making her a role model for the new generation of young cultivators. Even the sect leader of the Jade Cauldron Sect spoke highly of her.

What they didn't know was that Wen Shihan cried countless nights, crying like a child.

She didn't know why she was crying, but she just wanted to cry.

"Xiaohan is a good child, Xiaohan is a good child..."

She kept repeating this until dawn.

"Is this what you wanted?" Yang Pingsheng questioned the system, "A walking corpse, a puppet that has lost its self?"

"That's still better than someone who is self-centered, harms the world, and defies the laws of nature!"

The system loudly proclaimed, "Yang Pingsheng, you only saw her suffering, but did you ever see the suffering of those who died at her hands when she was the villain?!"

Yang Pingsheng fell silent.

On the last night, he touched Wen Shihan's head with that illusory hand, just like before.

Goodbye, Xiaohan.

This time, it's really goodbye.

"Let's go, this world has been wasted too much time," the system said.

The soul gradually disappeared, turning into fluorescent light. Wen Shihan was left alone in the room, like an abandoned orphan.

She curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

Wen Shihan of the Jade Cauldron Sect is powerful and virtuous, truly a model of righteousness.

Gradually, she gained a group of followers who, inspired by her, rallied around her.

One of them came from another immortal sect and was equally powerful. The Jade Cauldron Sect was considering recruiting her, so they arranged for Wen Shihan to meet with her, hoping that the two young cultivators could exchange ideas.

However, the cultivator was stunned when he saw Wen Shihan.

She discovered that the real Wen Shihan seemed somewhat different from the rumors circulating outside.

She was young and beautiful, but her expression betrayed a deathly stillness; she was rational and calm, yet her eyes betrayed a madness. A gentle smile graced her face, but that smile possessed a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

What kind of righteous role model is this? He's clearly a monster on the verge of madness.

During their conversation, the two inevitably brought out their own magical artifacts. The cultivator noticed that Wen Shihan's artifact was inscribed with the words "life's work," so he boldly asked for the meaning of these two words.