The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Is that so?"

The bald man seemed to be deep in thought, his gaze lingering on Luo Benmo as he chuckled.

"Who cares? I haven't had any meat in ages."

“This…” The monkey-like man was shocked. “She’s just a little kid.”

"You don't know anything. Kids are the real fun." The bald man glared at him. "Get out of here, I'll broaden your horizons."

After saying that, he revealed a perverted smile and walked towards the two of them.

Luo Benmo's face paled slightly, but he still stood firmly in front of Yang Pingsheng. Yang Pingsheng also tensed up, gripping Luo Benmo's clothes tighter. He could tell that this bandit wasn't joking; he really intended to do that kind of thing.

According to the original timeline, Luo Benmo certainly wouldn't have died in the bandit's den, but when she reappeared before the world, she had become extremely vicious. Does this suggest that her life in the bandit's den wasn't actually good, and that she might have even undergone a significant transformation there?

If he could, Yang Pingsheng wanted to stop it; he wanted to prevent this from happening. He had already witnessed the ways of Heaven in his previous life, and frankly, he didn't want this girl to suffer the same pain as Wen Shihan.

Yes, he didn't want to, even though the system had already told him that Luo Benmo was a born villain.

But so what? He wanted to guide Luo Benmo onto the right path using his own methods. And right now, it was clearly a crucial opportunity.

The problem is, he lacks the ability.

He was only three years old and extremely weak. He couldn't possibly stop the burly, bald man in front of him, let alone beat a cat or dog.

Is there really no other way?

Yang Pingsheng pursed his lips, but the next second, something unexpected happened to him.

The bald man shoved Luo Benmo aside and picked him up, saying, "Hehehe, come to the room with your uncle and play games."

Yang Pingsheng: "?"

"Holy crap." The monkey-like man's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Eighth Master, he's not even five years old, is he?"

"Isn't that better?"

"But he's a man!"

"Isn't that even better!"

"Damn it!" Yang Pingsheng felt like cursing.

These bandits are truly depraved. No wonder Luo Benmo ended up looking like that. It would be a miracle if he were a normal person following these freaks!

A figure flashed by.

Before the bald man could react, a sharp pain shot through his chin. He stood there, almost frozen, and released Yang Pingsheng.

"you……"

"Don't touch my brother."

Blood gushed from his neck.

Luo Benmo held Yang Pingsheng in his arms, his silver hair dancing in the sunlight, stained with specks of blood.

Spiritual energy gathered in her palm, forming a sharp blade that took the strong man's life.

"You are actually... um..."

Before he could finish speaking, the palm strike came again.

The bald, burly man collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Luo Benmo lay on top of him, his palm blade thrusting in and out, the spurting blood splattering all over her, like hell baptizing the king with flames.

"Don't touch him."

Luo Benmo seemed possessed, striking again and again.

"You are not allowed to touch my brother."

He muttered to himself, continuing his actions even though the other person was already dead.

"Ah!!! Eighth Master is dead!!!"

The monkey-like man realized what was happening and screamed in terror.

The word "death" resounded like a thunderclap in the square. All the bandits stopped what they were doing and looked over.

They weren't afraid of death. As outlaws, they lived a life of constant danger, and if they had their fill of pleasure today, they'd be happy to die tomorrow. They just never imagined that someone would die while enjoying themselves.

The square was completely silent.

Yang Pingsheng grabbed Luo Benmo's hand worriedly: "Sister..."

Luo Benmo snapped out of her daze, hugged Yang Pingsheng tightly, and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your sister is here."

The embrace, though forceful, contained a great deal of tension; even the voice, upon closer listening, trembled slightly.

A crowd surged, surrounding the siblings. After a while, a path was cleared, and the burly man who had shouted from the platform earlier walked over.

He was over 1.8 meters tall, shirtless, displaying his explosive muscles, which seemed to radiate an explosive rumble with the slightest movement. His head was tied with a red ribbon, and he had a hooked nose, sunken eyes, prominent cheekbones, and a few pockmarks on his face, giving him the appearance of a hawk or wolf.

This is Liu Mazi, the leader of the den of villains. He possesses the body of an immortal and has already nurtured spiritual roots. As long as he further tempers his body and removes impurities, and cultivates immortal killing moves, he can become an earth immortal and undergo a complete transformation.

With him there, none of the bandits dared to utter a sound. He himself carefully examined the bald man's wounds, then looked at Luo Benmo, his eyes narrowing slightly, and beckoned to her.

Lei Lingqi probed the area and returned with a full load of results. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a while, then exclaimed in surprise, "What a little girl! She actually has a naturally born immortal body. Eighth Brother's death was worthwhile."

"Boss," a one-eyed man next to him asked, "what is a naturally born immortal body? Is it even more powerful than yours?"

"Yes, she's better than me, but that's a matter for the future. In short, the little girl is good and has potential! With Lao Ba dead, she can easily take this position."

"but--"

Liu Mazi suddenly changed the subject, his face contorted with rage.

"You killed my brother, you deserve some punishment! Kneel down!"

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, blocking out the sunlight, and as if responding to Liu Mazi's command, a thunderclap resounded.

The pressure in the air suddenly increased, and Yang Pingsheng's bones creaked, his legs instinctively about to kneel down.

But Luo Benmo, who was standing next to him, grabbed him.

Transparent spiritual energy swirled, forming a protective shield that fiercely resisted the oppressive force. Under immense pressure, Luo Benmo pushed his spiritual power to its absolute limit, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

She did not kneel.

Her younger brother was not allowed to kneel either.

Chapter Six Malice

A den of scoundrels.

This is a gang of bandits led by Liu Mazi.

They ruled the mountains, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of evil deeds; they were a truly wicked group.

The stronghold was built on the Hengduan Mountains, a strategically important location that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The plaque at the entrance had three large characters written on it: "Hollow of Villains".

The siblings settled down in such a place.

Night fell, the sky was full of stars, and in the simple wooden house, Yang Pingsheng sat alone on the threshold, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"

The system's voice sounded, probably because today was a critical day and it hadn't chosen to go into hibernation.

"nothing……"

"What's wrong? Were you frightened today? Unbelievable, are you really that innocent?"

The lewd voice reminded Yang Pingsheng of unpleasant memories from earlier that day, instantly making him furious and embarrassed.

"I almost got raped by a perverted old man."

"Don't worry, that won't happen. You are my host, and I will definitely protect you."

The sphere of light appeared and hovered in front of Yang Pingsheng: "I'm more worried about something else."

"what?"

"Your feelings for Luo Benmo. You were very moved today about her, weren't you?"

"..."

How could I not be moved?

That girl had taken care of him, protected him, and stood in front of him without hesitation in times of danger. Yang Pingsheng was not a heartless person; how could he ignore such actions?

So he spoke, with a hint of pleading: "System, does Heaven's plan really have to go that far?"

The sphere of light remained silent, offering no immediate response.

It certainly understood what Yang Pingsheng meant; that level referred to the level of Wen Shihan.

In his midnight dreams, Yang Pingsheng repeatedly saw Wen Shihan's lonely figure curled up on the bed, and his emotions fluctuated greatly. The system knew all of this.

Humans are not inherently emotionless beings. When you use your emotions to influence others, you should remember that others will also use their emotions to influence you.

Therefore, while planning to use Yang Pingsheng to influence these female villains, it's also crucial to prevent them from influencing Yang Pingsheng in return. The system must absolutely prevent Yang Pingsheng from abandoning the plan for the sake of those female villains.

However, it couldn't extract Yang Pingsheng's memories and emotions. So, after pondering for a long time, it carefully chose its words and spoke: "So, you don't want to carry out the Heavenly Dao's plan, right?"

Yang Pingsheng's throat bobbed twice, his gaze wandering as he looked at the distant starry sky.

He has already answered, the system thought.

"...First of all, I am very grateful to you and the Heavenly Dao you speak of for giving me a second life," Yang Pingsheng said. "From this point of view, you are my benefactors. Even just to repay your kindness, I will help you and change those female villains."

"I thought you were approaching this from a purely utilitarian perspective," the system joked.

Yang Pingsheng shook his head and said seriously, "I am an ordinary person, and of course I want what you are talking about. But I think that being ordinary and repaying kindness are not contradictory."

What truly moved Yang Pingsheng was the system's promise that if he completed the task, the system would give him whatever he wanted.

However, because of the element of repaying a debt of gratitude, Yang Pingsheng wouldn't passively complete the task. At least since Wen Shihan, his initiative has always been strong. If it were purely from a utilitarian perspective, Yang Pingsheng wouldn't even be willing to proactively offer his ideas to the system. He'd just do whatever the system says as long as it's completed.

The system couldn't help but subconsciously scrutinize Yang Pingsheng. The three-year-old child already had a glimpse of what he would look like in the future: delicate features, rosy skin, and bright, sincere eyes.

The system had been using Yang Pingsheng's original body throughout the transmigration, which explained why the bald, muscular man had such perverse thoughts about him, the system thought to itself. Yang Pingsheng's appearance was indeed a surefire way to seduce those perverts.

Most importantly, it was his sincerity. The system could sense that Yang Pingsheng was speaking from the heart.