The improved female villains regained their memories.

does it worth?

Yang Pingsheng stroked her hair with a complicated expression. Was it worth it to become so humble because of an obsession?

"Xiaohan, you can have someone better..."

"Brother, you are the best to me. Please, don't push me away."

"……it is good."

Yang Pingsheng eventually compromised.

Wen Shihan had already humbled himself to this extent, and he really couldn't bear to say anything that would hurt her.

However, he did not expect that Wen Shihan, who was in his arms, had a gloomy look in his eyes beneath his sobs.

We need to take some action.

My brother's idea is bad, very bad.

Originally worried that his brother was an immortal, Wen Shihan discovered after spending a day with him that his brother had somehow turned back into an ordinary person.

Having discovered this, Wen Shihan inevitably became a bit bolder.

The mark the mysterious person placed on her was still effective, and this morning, Wen Shihan followed the mark all the way. Fortunately, Yang Pingsheng's attitude was resolute, showing no mercy to the heavens; otherwise, Wen Shihan might have demolished the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Speaking of which, my older brother is too naive; he didn't even notice that a little tail was following him around.

Wen Shihan was crying, but in reality, most of her mind was with her avatar.

In the dense forest a few kilometers away.

He transformed into Wen Shihan, his cold gaze fixed on the servant lying on the ground. He placed his hand, imbued with Yin energy, on the servant's crown: "Why were you following him?"

A flicker of fear crossed the servant's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Wen Shihan sneered: "Fine."

She's seen plenty of tough guys; one more won't make a difference.

Amidst the other person's agonizing screams, she extracted their soul. After reading the soul's memories, a strange light flashed in Wen Shihan's eyes.

"The princess, she's gone mad, there's a portrait, her brother's face..."

From the servant's memories, Wen Shihan learned the general outline of what had happened. A question suddenly occurred to her: if her brother was backed by the Heavenly Dao, was she his only target?

The princess in the servant's memory was so similar to herself—suffering, broken, and isolated by the world. The portrait she painted was probably the result of her struggles.

Wen Shihan lowered his eyes slightly. His older brother really knew how to cause trouble everywhere.

Fine, since that's the case, then I'll let myself, as his younger sister, help him solve it.

As the yin energy emerged, her shadow moved and transformed into the appearance of a servant.

Subsequently, Wen Shihan cleansed the will of his soul, implanted his own will, and stuffed it into the body that the shadow had transformed into.

"Go."

As Wen Shihan spoke softly, she possessed an eerie beauty in her Yin Spirit state.

"For my sake, for my brother's sake, go and distract those people. If possible, kill them all."

"Brother, I am enough."

The fake attendant bowed and left, transforming into Wen Shihan and slowly dissipating as Yin spiritual energy.

"Yes, one of me is enough."

The dense forest in the afternoon holds untold stories.

At least from the outside, they still look lifelike.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Light and Firefly

Time flies, and a month has passed.

It was a peaceful month, as peaceful as a dream.

Yang Pingsheng had been thinking about how to deal with the issues between Xiaoyu and Wen Shihan, but to his surprise, there seemed to be no conflict between the two women.

When they wake up in the morning, the three of them greet each other with "Good morning," cook together, play with the cat, and then go for a walk in the countryside, fishing or hiking. In the afternoon, Wen Shihan would snuggle in his arms, pestering him to tell him stories. In the evening, Xiaoyu would take his hand for a walk, either in a bustling commercial street or in a quiet, secluded forest.

Pleasant, leisurely, comfortable, peaceful.

I just feel like something's off.

In fact, Yang Pingsheng's intuition was correct; the two women's apparent peace was merely a facade. Behind the scenes, both had been making numerous moves. Wen Shihan poisoned Xiaoyu's food, using a deadly move to influence her brother's will, and set up a trap around the room for the black cat. Xiaoyu, in turn, discarded the poisoned food, neutralized the trap, dispelled the trap around the room, and helped the black cat escape danger.

The two exchanged blows, but in general, Wen Shihan came up with many unexpected tricks, which Xiaoyu countered one by one.

As a veteran celestial being, Xiao Yu's abilities remain unfathomable to Wen Shihan, despite her relentless methods. Xiao Yu, in turn, struggles against this ruthless female villain, finding her unpredictable and often elusive.

The final result was that neither of them could do anything to the other.

Yang Pingsheng, who was at the center of the storm, was actually unharmed. The two women also made little progress with him, as they were entangled with each other and neither of them achieved their goal.

But today, Wen Shihan has made his move again.

"tonight?"

Yang Pingsheng put down the chicken feed in his hand and looked at Wen Shihan beside him: "Ah...right, tonight is indeed the Lantern Festival, how did you know?"

“Xiaoyu told me,” Wen Shihan said. “Brother, let’s go together.”

"Okay, I'll buy you some more things when we go to town this time. By the way, where's Xiaoyuren?"

“She took Xiao Hei and Da Huang into the valley,” Wen Shihan said, blinking. “She said she was going to catch some wild game or something, but I didn’t ask for details.”

"Okay, then I'll ask her again when she gets back."

"Brother, let's go together first. At worst, we can just buy her something."

Yang Pingsheng lowered his head, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He was reluctant to shatter such expectations, so he nodded: "Okay."

Yang Pingsheng was initially a little worried about Xiaoyu, but the thought of the system being with her put his mind at ease.

Wen Shihan hugged Yang Pingsheng, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

Xiaoyu, of course, did it.

True Immortals can condense traces of the Great Dao. Although Wen Shihan's cultivation had regressed to the Celestial Immortal realm, the traces of the Great Dao she had condensed before were still there. She used the condensed traces of the Great Dao to create a prison formation, trapping Xiaoyu.

That's a prison involving the power of the Great Dao. Even with Xiaoyu's extraordinary strength, she wouldn't be able to break through this formation in a short time, unless she were a Celestial. However, a Celestial is one with the Heavenly Dao, and virtually no one can reach that level. If Xiaoyu were a Celestial, she would be a human-shaped Heavenly Dao, and Wen Shihan would have to admit defeat.

As Wen Shihan expected, Xiaoyu was indeed helpless against the prison formation, and her defenses were even breached. It was the first time Wen Shihan had seen her break down, so he casually brought in Dahuang and Xiaohei to keep her company and ensure that no one would disturb her.

Now, she has succeeded. That woman can only be with animals, while she will enjoy the Lantern Festival with her brother and take the opportunity to win him over.

In the end, the winner will be Wen Shihan.

The Lantern Festival customs in Beijing originated from a legend.

Legend has it that long ago, a scholar who had failed his imperial examinations was traveling to the capital when he collapsed from hunger. He was rescued by a fox spirit. The fox spirit fell in love with the scholar at first sight and took him to her wooden hut, caring for him day and night. When the scholar awoke, he was extremely grateful to the fox spirit and, impressed by her beauty and talent, promised to stay with her for life.

Although the fox spirit was a demon, she had never done anything immoral while integrated into human society. She was an excellent lantern maker and made a living from lanterns. To help the scholar pass his exams, the fox spirit worked day and night making lanterns, finally saving enough money for him. Before parting, the two made a promise: regardless of the outcome of the exams, the scholar would return to marry the fox spirit.

Unexpectedly, the scholar passed the imperial examination with flying colors, becoming the top scholar. The princess, captivated by his talent, wished to marry him. The scholar, calculating that the fox spirit wouldn't easily reveal her identity, married the princess for fame and fortune, settling down in the capital. The poor fox spirit waited day and night, fearing her lover wouldn't be able to find his way home. She used her magic to blow up a lantern she had made, so that the scholar could see the way home when he returned at night.

The fox spirit's junior sister, a businesswoman in the capital, learned of the scholar's affair with the princess and, filled with righteous indignation, came to tell the fox spirit. Upon hearing this, the fox spirit was shocked to discover that her beloved had changed his mind and insisted on going to the capital to demand an explanation. Her junior sister advised her against it, explaining that once a demon's identity was exposed, she would easily be hunted down by immortals; it would be better to forget the man and start a new life. However, the fox spirit's mind was made up. She rejected her junior sister's good intentions and, upon arriving in the capital, began to beat the Heavenly Drum of Injustice, vowing to find the scholar and get the truth out of him.

Soon, the truth came to light, and the royal family suffered a blow to their reputation. To protect his daughter, the emperor even sent powerful assassins to kill her. The fox spirit's identity was exposed, attracting a siege from numerous immortals. They claimed that the fox spirit had infiltrated the capital to murder people and must be executed on the spot. The fox spirit cried out her innocence, claiming she was only seeking justice for her lover, but no one believed her.

The royal family concealed the matter, distorted the truth, and held a public trial for the fox spirit. They summoned the scholar to testify, demanding he prove to the world that the fox spirit's claims were fabricated. So, on the day of the trial, facing the crowd and the fox spirit, shackled and covered in blood, the scholar said:

“This demon has ruined my reputation and distorted the truth. He is truly despicable. I implore you to kill him on the spot to appease the people.”

The fox spirit trembled, overwhelmed by the cruel words of her beloved, and burst into tears, nearly collapsing. The presiding judge sentenced her to death on the spot, extracted her demon core, distributed it to the immortals, and ordered her beheading. The fox spirit was killed, and her head was displayed on the city wall for three days to be seen by all.

That night, lanterns throughout the city soared into the sky, changing colors. On the same day, the immortals who participated in the battle, the presiding judge, and the royal family behind them all died of disease. The next day, a plague swept through the city; the princess was infected and died first, but after her death, the plague suddenly disappeared. On the third day, someone announced the scholar's story, and the scholar, terrified, fled. He ran into the forest that night, lost his way, and tragically fell to his death from a cliff.

The lanterns shone brightly, but sadly, none of them lit his way home anymore.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Moon Shines into My Heart

When Yang Pingsheng told this story to Wen Shihan, the latter was full of disdain.

But outwardly, she still pretended to be very interested, snuggling close to Yang Pingsheng and asking, "And then?"

“There was no later.” Yang Pingsheng smiled and patted her head. “There are many legends about the Lantern Festival customs, and this is just one of them. Some say that the fox spirit’s junior sister was avenging her, while others say that the fox spirit was actually the daughter of a demon clan leader, and that what happened in the capital was actually the leader’s revenge.”

"I see."

Wen Shihan hugged Yang Pingsheng tightly, greedily inhaling his breath: "It's such a sad story."

What a stupid story.

She was speechless at the story, but she didn't show it on her face.

As the moon rose, lanterns were already hung in every household in the capital. Vendors on both sides of the street were ready, and all kinds of lanterns dazzled the eyes. Red, purple, yellow, green, and all sorts of colors; even the trees along the riverbank were adorned with different styles of lanterns. The entire capital was a world of lanterns.

On the gently flowing river, Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan hired a boat, which was one of the activities for the Lantern Festival. Hiring a boat, with colorful lanterns hanging at the bow, and inviting one or two friends inside to enjoy tea, play chess, or compose poems was a unique pleasure.

Even on the ship, Wen Shihan insisted on clinging to Yang Pingsheng. Without Xiaoyu as a third wheel, Wen Shihan's behavior became increasingly unrestrained.

"Brother..."

Yang Pingsheng didn't react much. Instead, he prepared his brush and ink and wrote a poem in a flowing style.

Wen Shihan, curious, leaned closer to look, and saw the poem read:

Where turbid waves find no clear stream, joy in the new should dispel old sorrows.

From then on, I will naturally be blessed with great fortune, and nothing will weigh on my mind.

"Xiao Han, do you know what that means?"

"Ah."

Wen Shihan nodded, though she didn't really understand, or rather, didn't want to understand. She took the teacup and handed it to Yang Pingsheng: "Brother, have some tea."

Yang Pingsheng fell for the same tactic of changing the subject.

He nodded and took it. Taking this opportunity, Wen Shihan also spread out the paper and wrote a poem.