The improved female villains regained their memories.

She coldly stared at Yang Pingsheng lying in a pool of blood, then looked up into the distance.

In the distance, towards Lingquan City, the sky was already ablaze with red.

Blood dripped from her hands onto the stone steps; it was from when she had just severed Yang Pingsheng's Achilles tendons. She raised her hand, looked at the blood, and inexplicably began to feel nauseous.

It shouldn't be like this...

It shouldn't be like this.

Why did it turn out like this?

As the final lightning strike came down, Yang Pingsheng uttered his last words to her before he collapsed.

He said, "I don't have a sister like you."

She pressed her long, slender fingers, stained with red, against her chest, gasping for breath.

It's an auditory hallucination.

Yes, it must be an auditory hallucination.

She did nothing wrong; it was her younger brother who was wrong. He had cultivated some power and became arrogant, so he came to challenge his sister, trying to change her mind.

He was the one who was wrong for disobeying his superior.

The wind swept in like a tide, caressing her sleeves. She was already an Earth Immortal, transcending the existence of mortals, while her younger brother had only just cultivated his spiritual root; he had brought this upon himself.

What's more, he wanted to sabotage her plans.

Luo Benmo lowered her eyes, the blood reflected in them.

There was a faint smell of blood in the surroundings.

Her younger brother, that well-behaved younger brother, could no longer get up.

He lay sprawled in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life, the darkness of the clouds pressing down on him like an ant falling into an abyss.

My memory lingers on that sentence.

"I don't have a sister like you."

I couldn't hear anything—the thunder, the wind—everything seemed to have stopped, leaving only that one sentence in my mind.

Heart hurts.

Why does it hurt so much?

Was it because of yet another betrayal?

My mother died.

My friend has left.

Her younger brother doesn't want her anymore.

Now, even Yang Pingsheng, the younger brother she adopted, no longer recognizes her.

She had clearly stated that if he didn't acknowledge her as his sister, she would kill him. But in the end, as he fell, he still said it.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Luo Benmo's lips were deathly pale, as if she herself had been seriously injured.

This time, she clearly did nothing wrong.

She had already understood evil and good, but in the end, she still ended up like this.

"Brother, how could you have become so evil?"

She stepped forward, knelt down, and gently embraced Yang Pingsheng, her embrace mingling with the splattered blood.

"It's okay, it's okay, everything will be alright."

She gently brushed away the hair that clung to his forehead, hugged his upper body, and murmured, "It must hurt, I'm sorry, I used too much force. But it's okay, you've just become bad, you're not the good child anymore. I'll help you change and make you a good child again. Sleep, sleep peacefully, and when you wake up, nothing will have happened."

She held Yang Pingsheng in her arms, humming a lullaby—a lullaby her mother had hummed to her a long time ago.

Blood Pigeon appeared beside him, looking at everything before him with a complicated expression.

The thick, dark clouds parted slightly, allowing sunlight to shine through. Luo Benmo, lying in a pool of blood, held his crippled younger brother, humming a lullaby, his face radiating happiness.

Seemingly sensing Blood Dove's arrival, the song vanished, and Luo Benmo reverted to her original form. She turned her head, looking at Blood Dove, her eyes once again revealing a cold, abyss-like depth: "How is it?"

"The attack went smoothly," Blood Pigeon said. "Gu Bixuan had been poisoned by us for a long time, so his combat strength was less than one-tenth, and he has already been killed by Lone Wolf."

Today's conference is just a smokescreen.

Apart from the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, Iron Ox, and Blood Pigeon, who arrived in their true forms, the others, especially the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals, only participated in their avatars. This grand gathering was intended for both the spies sent in by Lingquan City and for Yang Pingsheng.

“Well done,” Luo Benmo said. “After this is over, skin and debone all the Lingquan City Fiends who have infiltrated the city, and hang their heads on Lingquan City for three days as a warning.”

"Yes."

The so-called goodness is to play one's role well; this is Luo Benmo's understanding.

As an enemy, she would never give those accomplices and rebels any chance to breathe; she hadn't acted before because she was using them. Now that she had used them, Luo Benmo didn't hesitate to wield the butcher's knife.

She carefully picked up Yang Pingsheng, without looking back, and walked down the mountain.

Blood Pigeon followed closely behind, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Luo Benmo was the first to stop and turn to look at her: "Go tell Lone Wolf not to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Blood Pigeon breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Yes."

“Those who resist will be tortured and killed.”

"Yes."

The next instant, she vanished.

Luo Benmo snorted coldly, but his gaze softened when it fell on Yang Pingsheng.

And disappointment.

Luo Benmo knew what Yang Pingsheng was planning. It was precisely because she knew that she organized this conference.

She understood what Yang Pingsheng meant, of course. After Lingquan City was captured, everyone there would be her underlings and would have to acknowledge her as their leader. As their leader, she naturally had an obligation to protect them.

However, Lobenmo's mercy was only directed at those who submitted to her. Those who did not submit to her, whether they were themselves or their families, would suffer Lobenmo's cruelest revenge.

In her eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world: her people, and everyone else.

Once someone is defined by Luo Benmo as someone else, especially an enemy, she will show them no mercy.

Yang Pingsheng meant that she should also be tolerant of others.

Of course, she couldn't agree to that. Besides, the fact that Yang Pingsheng didn't acknowledge her meant that he was going to become someone else too.

Lobenmo absolutely would not allow this to happen.

She treated Yang Pingsheng, settled him in, and then came to Lingquan City.

The gates were wide open, and Gu Bixuan's head hung on the city tower, his eyes wide open in death.

The battle was over, and the thirty-six Heavenly Generals led their troops in a procession to welcome their king.

She was greeted by Lone Wolf and Monkey. Upon seeing Luo Benmo arrive, Lone Wolf stepped forward first and whispered in her ear, "One got away."

"Who?"

"Gu Bixuan's daughter, Gu Tianzhen."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Luo Benmo said coldly. "Send men to hunt them down immediately."

She will not let any enemy go, even if the other party is just a little girl.

“The one who saved her was a young man,” the monkey said, hesitatingly. “He is a cultivator who lives in the city lord’s mansion and is not on our intelligence list. When the fight started, the young man suddenly unleashed his cultivation, catching us off guard.”

"Also..." Lone Wolf, standing to the side, added, "that boy looks a bit like you."

Luo Benmo suddenly turned his head, staring at Lone Wolf with wide eyes: "What did you say!?"

High in the sky, the system observes everything.

The lone wolf at the city gate and Luo Benmo, Luo Benqing and Gu Tianzhen who are escaping, and its host Yang Pingsheng.

"system."

"uh-huh?"

"I will carry out the plan of Heaven."

With attention drawn back from the high altitude, everything was under control. The system smiled and once again emitted its devilish voice.

"Okay~"

Chapter Twenty: The Storm is Brewing

"You are thirteen years old now, and there is still a long time before the important plot points. You can use this time to prepare."

"Well, actually, it would have been enough for you to make arrangements according to the plan of Heaven when you were fifteen, but since you realized your mistake early, we naturally have more room to maneuver."

"First, there's strength. I've stabilized your spiritual energy foundation to the Earth Immortal realm, but because it's with external assistance, you can't refine your immortal artifact. However, since you're now an Earth Immortal, you should have some immortal killing moves. I've prepared several spacetime-type killing moves for you, guaranteed to be unique in this world. You must practice them diligently."

"Secondly, I've also healed your leg, but you still have to pretend it's not healed. Luo Benmo comes to check on you every day, but don't worry, she won't notice—as long as you don't show any abnormality."

"Finally, I hope you can be patient, try to go along with Luo Benmo's ideas, do what you should do, and don't make her lose her temper again."

"Finally, there's one last thing you need to do, and that is..."

A gust of wind blew by.

In the courtyard, Yang Pingsheng sat in his wheelchair, watching the green leaves rustling in the wind, and thought of what the system had said.

It's been two years. In these two years, the system has done everything it asked of him—mastered those few killer moves, didn't show any abnormality, acted in the way Luo Benmo liked, and did what he was supposed to do.

Shadows shifted, and Blood Pigeon emerged from the shadows in the corner of the yard.

She was still dressed in the same way she was two years ago, wearing a black outfit and a mask. When she saw Yang Pingsheng, she gestured to the pastries she was carrying and said in a cheerful tone, "Brother Pingsheng, I bought pastries from Tianshanlou. You should try them."

"Sister Blood Pigeon." Yang Pingsheng looked at her helplessly, a doting smile on his face. "Why are you here again? Last time you came, my sister found out and you got beaten up. You dare to come again this time?"

"Last time it was an accident, but this time I've specifically improved my stealth attack, so your sister won't be able to find me."

The lark's voice was youthful and lively. Because she wore a mask all day, Yang Pingsheng couldn't tell her age.

However, after two years together, he realized what kind of person she was—not a cold-blooded killer who only obeyed orders, but a girl who liked to eat, drink, and have fun.