The improved female villains regained their memories.

Orange light emanated from Ling Feizi's hand, gradually forming her natal immortal artifact. It was a palm-sized compass, marked with the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. When Ling Feizi pointed the artifact at the two of them, the result she desired was achieved.

Her expression shifted from serious to joyful, then to conflicted. She leaned down and whispered something to the boy.

The boy initially shook his head frantically, but as Ling Feizi interacted with him, he gradually became stunned, pondered, and finally nodded.

Ling Feizi extended her hand to him, and he returned it. The two left without ever looking back at Luo Benmo lying on the ground.

The rain lessened a bit, and the sky, covered with dark clouds, revealed a few rays of sunlight, but none of it reached Luo Benmo.

She remained motionless, as if she were dead.

"This is your chance, go for it!" the system urged. "By the way, you'd better walk over while wailing and howling, it'll be more effective that way."

Crying mud in the Gobi Desert.

Yang Pingsheng cursed inwardly. Since its first successful reincarnation, the system's trust and pride in the Heavenly Dao had increased almost linearly. This time, it didn't even ask for his opinion and directly made him execute the Heavenly Dao's plan.

Despite the scolding, the work still had to be done. It's true that a three-year-old's body and an adult's soul are hard to reconcile. He finally managed to climb out of the rice bin, only to trip over his own foot and fall flat on his face.

The child's skin was delicate, and the pebbles on the ground cut his knee, causing him to cry on the spot.

"Wow!!!"

To be honest, he didn't want to cry, but he couldn't control himself. The pain was tormenting his nerves, causing his tear ducts to burst into tears.

"Wow ah ah ah ah!!"

"Well done." The system was satisfied with him. "That's how you should cry."

The child's cries echoed through the ruins, and the figure lying on the ground stirred, as if it had come to life.

"Waaaaaaah..."

"Can you stop wailing?" the system complained again. "Can you say something, like, 'Sister, why did you leave me behind?' or something like that."

"Waaaaaahhhhh, sis, sis, waaaaaahhhhh..."

She moved, slowly getting up from the ground and limping towards Yang Pingsheng.

Then, they stood still.

Yang Pingsheng looked up. In the shadows, the silver-haired girl's face was covered in blood and her body was covered in wounds. Her cold eyes were devoid of emotion, as if she had crawled out of hell.

He cried even harder.

"...Which one is your sister?"

Inside the dilapidated wooden house, several charred corpses lay around. Yang Pingsheng had transmigrated into this body; he didn't even have a mother, so where would he get a sister? Therefore, he didn't answer the girl's question, but just kept crying and calling for his sister.

"Your sister is dead. She doesn't want you anymore. Crying won't help."

As Luo Benmo spoke, the ten-year-old girl showed no sign of sympathy.

"Everyone is dead, understand?"

Rational words, terrifyingly mature.

"Waaaaaah..."

Yang Pingsheng didn't respond; he just cried.

Luo Benmo stopped speaking. She looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall on her face, her expression suddenly contorting into a ferocious grimace.

"Shut up, stop crying!" she roared.

Yang Pingsheng was frightened and immediately stopped crying, only able to sob softly.

"If you don't want it, you don't want it. So what? Does it mean you'll die if you don't want it? Shut up and stop crying!"

She wiped the water from her face, her eyes red as she looked at Yang Pingsheng: "Nobody wants me either. Do you see me crying?"

Yang Pingsheng looked up, and there was a lot on the girl's face.

The system says that Luo Benmo is a born villain.

But in Yang Pingsheng's eyes, Luo Benmo was just a ten-year-old girl, a ten-year-old girl with red eyes.

This is the little girl who stood in front of me, told me not to cry, and then said:

"If you're willing, I'll be your older sister from now on. I won't abandon you."

Her tone suddenly calmed down, and she squatted down, hugging Yang Pingsheng tightly: "I mean what I say."

The rain stopped.

A village was destroyed.

The dark clouds dispersed, the sun shone down, and the piles of corpses and the stench of blood told the evils of war.

In the distance, the dense forest, layer upon layer, is a darkness from which sunlight cannot penetrate.

A ten-year-old girl, carrying a three-year-old boy on her back, walked towards that place step by step.

"What's your name?"

"Yang... Ping... Sheng".

"My name is Luo Benmo. Remember, from now on, I am your older sister. Call me sister."

"sister……"

“I will not abandon you. This is my promise to you. Luo Benmo will never abandon Yang Pingsheng. I mean what I say.”

She does what she says.

As memories and reality overlapped, Yang Pingsheng finally softened when he looked at the girl who was half a head shorter than him.

"Sister, I miss you too." He said.

Perhaps out of shame, or perhaps out of remorse, Yang Pingsheng uttered those words.

Luo Benmo kept his word, but Yang Pingsheng did not.

He abandoned her.

For the sake of the system, for the sake of the Way of Heaven.

Chapter Three: Starlight

More memories flowed through Yang Pingsheng's mind like a stream.

The years I spent surviving in the wilderness with Luo Benmo were indeed tough.

A ten-year-old girl was with a three-year-old boy. Even if Yang Pingsheng wanted to help, his health wouldn't allow it.

The system is mostly shut down because it is close to the female villain and has little opportunity to communicate with Yang Pingsheng. Since there is still some time before the node of the Heavenly Dao's plan, it simply shuts down.

Luo Benmo, on the other hand, focused all her energy on survival. She gathered fruit, searched for leaves, looked for rivers, killed fish, and made fires. It was clear that she was familiar with this mountain; otherwise, she wouldn't have rashly brought Yang Pingsheng into it.

However, this start was far too bad for Yang Pingsheng. Although he had also suffered in his previous life, he was with a female villain. In this life, his physical weakness made him unable to do anything and he could only be manipulated like a puppet.

It's often said that parents raise their children with great care and attention, but for Luo Benmo, "raising a child with great care and attention" isn't just an adjective; it's the literal meaning of it. Luo Benmo even helps Yang Pingsheng with toileting.

He really wanted to say that he was three years old, not three months old, but every time he saw the ferocious expression on Luo Benmo's face, he would swallow his words back.

The girl seemed ill; her emotions were extremely unstable—one moment calm, the next ferocious, then volatile. Yang Pingsheng thought,

It's very likely due to the pressure of survival. After all, she's only a ten-year-old girl. Wilderness survival is a deadly problem even for adults, let alone a girl.

Most importantly, there's this burden of his.

This is absolutely a disastrous start, Yang Pingsheng thought.

That's what they said, but thankfully, no major problems arose. They'd been in the mountains for several days without encountering any large wild animals, following the rivers the whole way. Luo Benmo covered the tattered parts of their clothes with leaves, and whenever she had a spare moment, she would take Yang Pingsheng to bathe. It could be said that in just a few days, he and Luo Benmo had reached the point of complete openness.

On the fifth night, the two were lucky enough to catch a rabbit. Unfortunately for the rabbit, it turned and ran away as soon as it saw them, only to crash into a tree. Luo Benmo, holding the rabbit, along with some fish they had caught from the water, made up the siblings' dinner for the night.

She possessed a naturally divine body and could already summon spiritual energy, so she didn't need sharp blades. She only needed to gather spiritual energy in her fingers to use them as weapons. Yang Pingsheng was fortunate enough to witness such a scene—a hideous female villain skinning an adorable rabbit alive, turning it into tonight's dinner.

As the moon rose high in the sky, withered branches were thrown into the fire, the orange flames flickering and illuminating the faces of the two men.

Today, Luo Benmo was unusually calm for a long time. She sat blankly next to Yang Pingsheng, hugging her knees, not even noticing that the grilled fish was burnt.

Yang Pingsheng had to tug at her clothes and whisper, "Sis, the grilled fish is ready."

Although his body had adapted, his speech was still a little unclear. Fearing that Luo Benmo wouldn't understand, Yang Pingsheng pointed with his finger to indicate.

"..."

She then came to her senses, took the grilled fish down, tore off a piece of fish meat, chewed it, spat it out, kneaded it into a sticky ball, and handed it to Yang Pingsheng.

"eat."

With a completely emotionless voice, Yang Pingsheng ate this kind of food for several days in a row.

He dared not resist and could only meekly eat the sticky lump of meat. This was how the two of them ate: whether it was rabbit meat or fish, it would first pass through Luo Benmo's mouth before being put into Yang Pingsheng's mouth.

He did try to resist, but the first time he resisted, she pried open his mouth and forced him to eat. From then on, Yang Pingsheng gave up resisting.

The reason is simply that he is physically weak.

After finishing their meal and tidying up a bit, the siblings sat together, leaning against each other. The dry branches creaked in the firelight. Watching this, Luo Benmo suddenly asked, "Are you scared?"

Her tone was calm, even gentle. When Yang Pingsheng didn't respond, she asked again, "Are you scared?"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head. It was normal for him not to be afraid. The system and the Heavenly Dao would not let him die. If he died, who would turn the tide for these female villains?

"Come closer."

Luo Benmo's eyes softened a bit. She said she wanted Yang Pingsheng to come closer, but in reality, it was she who moved closer.

The flames burned, their light shimmering in her silvery-white hair. She held Yang Pingsheng in her arms, murmuring, "Don't be afraid."

It sounded like it was being spoken to him, yet also like it was being spoken to herself.

Yang Pingsheng sighed. No matter how mature Luo Benmo appeared or how powerful she might be in the future, right now, she was still just a ten-year-old girl. Ling Feizi saved her brother but not her, which must have caused her considerable psychological harm.

Yang Pingsheng thought it would be better to just kill her.

“No one liked me growing up. My mother died after giving birth to my brother and me. My father was an alcoholic who disliked the color of my hair and often took his anger out on me when he was drunk. Later, he remarried, but that woman was also not good to me. She always made me do dirty and hard work, didn’t feed me enough, and beat me. People in the village didn’t like me either. They often laughed at the color of my hair and called me an old woman.”

His words were gentle, and there was no trace of resentment in them.

"Fortunately, I have a younger brother. I treat him very well, and he treats me very well too, but—"

However, her tone shifted, revealing a deep resentment.