The improved female villains regained their memories.

My heart is one with both, as if in a palace under the moon.

Sometimes the clouds don't hide, and after a while the road will be clear.

Yang Pingsheng sighed deeply after reading Wen Shihan's poem.

She remains as stubborn as ever.

"Brother." Wen Shihan leaned in again, his voice soft and boneless. "I just want to stay with you, brother. I don't want anything else."

He was saying those words, but the immortal's killing move had already been unleashed.

Immortal Path Killing Move - Entangling Wind and Gentle Tomb.

An ambiguous breeze drifted into the cabin, stirring the heart. Every smile and gesture of the woman was magnified at this moment, arousing primal desires within.

After a while, nothing happened.

This time it was Wen Shihan's turn to be surprised.

Putting aside the fact that she, a celestial being, used a divine killing move against a mortal, the incense and tea in this cabin were all heavily laced with potent ingredients, specifically designed to complement her deadly attack. Even a saint would be turned into a hypocrite here.

She stole a glance at Yang Pingsheng, who remained calm, and thought to herself, "Could it be that my brother is not capable?"

"Xiao Han, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Uh, no, it's nothing."

Seeing her brother looking over, Wen Shihan quickly lowered her eyes. She secretly pondered and decided to add another killing move. The added killing move was called "Male Might," a universal killing move whose main effect was to make a man perform a hundred times in one night, as virile as an ox.

Even if my brother is a eunuch, he still has to take care of me tonight, Wen Shihan thought to himself.

However, after another cup of tea's time, Yang Pingsheng still did not make a move.

"?"

Wen Shihan was both surprised and suspicious. He withdrew all his methods and dared not make any rash moves.

what happened?

Could it be that my brother's strength is as unfathomable as that Xiaoyu's?

But...that's impossible. Xiaoyu is unfathomable, while her brother can tell he's just a mortal. She's already used dozens of investigative techniques and can confirm that her brother is indeed just a mortal.

How could a mere mortal...?

Wen Shihan frowned; it seemed he had to implement Plan B.

"Xiaohan, the lanterns on the boat were a gift from the boatman. I'll buy you one you like when we get ashore."

Yang Pingsheng was unaware of Wen Shihan's thoughts, as his attention was entirely focused on the Lantern Festival.

"Ah... okay."

Wen Shihan realized what was happening and smiled gently again: "I like whatever my brother likes."

"Don't keep saying that. You have to pick one that you really like."

With a generous retirement pension from the system, Yang Pingsheng was quite wealthy and naturally wanted to buy things that Wen Shihan liked—not just things that Yang Pingsheng liked, but things that he genuinely enjoyed.

She was not his appendage, nor was that kind of subservience what Yang Pingsheng desired. He still considered her as an elder brother, hoping she would be happy and joyful.

Ripples marked the way, and gradually, the boat docked at the shore. The two walked hand-in-hand through the center of the commercial street, moving with the flow of people, until finally stopping at a stall selling lanterns.

The lanterns at the Lantern Festival are mostly based on legends, with the legend of the Fox Maiden being the most widespread, hence the abundance of lanterns featuring fox motifs. Yang Pingsheng, holding Wen Shihan's hand, smiled and asked her, "Xiaohan, do you like foxes?"

Long-buried memories stirred within him; in those memories, he had asked someone the same question. Back then, they no longer worried about life and death, or even basic necessities; the silvery-white color was no longer a symbol of lowliness, though still malevolent, it had become a symbol of power and nobility. It was at that time that he asked her that question.

And her answer was—

"do not like."

Wen Shihan shook her head; she truly disliked foxes. The world often labeled foxes as cunning, which reminded her of the mysterious person's description of her by the Heavenly Dao, hence her dislike.

"Then Xiaohan, pick one."

Wen Shihan's gaze wandered around before finally settling on a square lantern with a mandarin duck pattern.

"Brother, I want this."

Yang Pingsheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

After paying, the dim yellow lantern was in Wen Shihan's hands. She played with it happily, clearly enjoying it.

After buying the lanterns, the two held hands and planned to return to the crowd and drift along. However, at that moment, a silver-white figure swept through the crowd.

"?"

Yang Pingsheng looked up in surprise, and not far away, that silver-white long hair inexplicably re-entered his field of vision.

He quickly rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the silver-white figure had disappeared.

"Brother?"

"fine."

As Yang Pingsheng comforted the worried Wen Shihan, a wave of emotion suddenly washed over him.

Is it...

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, with several streaks of lightning flashing within them.

Tick.

A drop of rain fell on Yang Pingsheng's hair.

Boom!!

Then came the thunder that resounded throughout the capital.

Chapter Thirty-Three: It Seems Like an Old Friend Has Returned

It's raining.

Again.

It always rains a lot in Beijing, and it's always cool.

The sound of raindrops pattering on the leaves creates a pleasant melody, drip-drop-drop.

The storm came quickly, and Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan didn't have time to go back. There was a pavilion by the roadside leading to the valley, so the two of them simply took shelter from the rain there.

The candlelight inside the lantern flickered and was set aside. The dim, yellowish light illuminated the interior of the pavilion, adding a touch of ambiance.

All around, an ambiguous array containing traces of the Great Dao has been set up, just waiting for its master to activate it.

Yang Pingsheng stood there, staring intently at the thunder and lightning in the sky, the rain pattering down, his heart filled with turmoil.

That fleeting glimpse, like a pebble dropped into water, rippled in his memory. In the distant past, many people and events had been forgotten, but that silvery-white figure remained unforgettable.

A pair of emerald hands embraced his waist, and from behind came the tender voice of a young girl.

"Brother, something seems to be on your mind."

"Ah."

Can you tell me about it?

"...Minor Cold".

Agitated by an unknown force, Yang Pingsheng blurted out, almost unconsciously, "I feel like I've done a lot of wrong things."

"Hmm... what is it?"

Wen Shihan's tone became increasingly gentle, and the Yin spiritual energy wrapped around his elder brother like silk threads, drawing out his soul and arousing his desires.

"Brother, can I tell Xiaohan?"

"It's nothing."

Yang Pingsheng sighed: "I just feel like I've let others down."

The plans of Heaven are systematically described, and he executes them.

In those worlds, his identity kept changing, but the core remained the same: to carry out the will of Heaven and change those female villains.

He kept telling himself that since it was the arrangement of Heaven, it must be for the best, both for the world and for the female villains themselves. Although the process was painful, the final result would definitely be beautiful.

Is this way of thinking really correct?

At least, he sensed Wen Shihan's pain. The girl's obsession to find him never died out, and she eventually transcended time and space to reunite with him.

If Wen Shihan is like this, what about the others?

Are they doing well now? Are they also suffering like Wen Shihan?

Yang Pingsheng's thoughts grew, and eventually he thought of that silvery-white figure from tonight.

Is it really her?

Or is it just a coincidence?

His thoughts gradually became unclear, and in a daze, he found himself lying on the ground, with Wen Shihan sitting on top of him.

"Brother..."

Their breaths mingled, immersing his brain in a scalding heat.

“Brother, do you know? I’ve been afraid. I’m afraid that you’ll disappear without a word again, just like before, and the whole world will forget you. I know that you’re not doing this willingly, and I don’t want to delve into the past anymore. I just want to say I’m sorry. I’ve caused you so much trouble, so much trouble. I really didn’t want this to happen. I just want to be with you.”

Tears streamed down her face like a broken beaded curtain.

"Brother, please, don't send me away again, and don't leave me again. Xiao Han will definitely be a good child and be obedient."

Immortal Path Killing Move - Entangling Wind and Gentle Tomb.

Immortal's Killing Move - He is a frequent visitor to the mortal world.

Dao Trace Formation - Mandarin Ducks Flying Together.

A chilling wind rose, red mist filled the air, and an array enveloped everything, creating an atmosphere of ambiguity. With the blessing of the Great Dao's Mark, both immortal killing moves were amplified several times over, leaving both Wen Shihan and Yang Pingsheng deeply entangled within them.

"Brother."

The girl's words, filled with affection, echoed in Yang Pingsheng's ears.

"I love you."