The improved female villains regained their memories.

A gaze pierced through, breaking through time and light. Luo Benmo looked at Yang Pingsheng and suddenly recalled the events of that year.

Back in that den of scoundrels, she killed the man, muttering, "Don't touch my brother."

But now...

On one side is his subordinate, and on the other is his younger brother.

She looked up, and above, shrouded in dark clouds, lay the vast sky.

"promise……"

A confused voice rose, scattered in the wind, swirled into the clouds, and finally faded away.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Forced by Circumstances

"system."

"uh-huh?"

"Heaven won't let Luo Benmo win, right?"

"Of course, Luo Benmo's rise began with winning this battle, and he grew stronger with each victory. In the original timeline, the Immortal Sword Sect underestimated Luo Benmo, only sending five Earth Immortals to deal with him, but they were unexpectedly defeated by Luo Benmo. Then Ling Feizi personally took action and was also defeated. Then the female protagonist was also defeated. Cough... In short, it's like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather—one by one they were sent to their deaths."

"Then now..."

"Now? We lured the fox demon to her and exposed its whereabouts. Luo Benmo's principles dictate that she would never abandon the fox demon—whether as a superior or a friend. She has no choice but to fight. But because this is a priceless treasure, the Immortal Sword Sect will naturally not underestimate them. With two Celestial Immortals, one in the open and one in the shadows, plus ten Earth Immortals, Ling Feizi, the male protagonist, and the female protagonist all among them, how can Luo Benmo win? She can't win."

"...Is that so?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

He has.

He had many questions, but he couldn't get any answers.

The wind seemed to have picked up, and the trees in the yard creaked and groaned as they were bent over by the wind, their green leaves forming clumps that obscured one's view.

Lobenmo could have won.

However, she couldn't win because she believed in Yang Pingsheng.

Thinking of the system's instructions to him yesterday and the things he was about to do, Yang Pingsheng tightened his grip on the wooden carving.

A wave of sadness washed over him, blurring his vision. When he looked up, he saw someone watching him from a distance.

Luo Benmo.

Under the dark clouds pressing down on the city, she stood on the rooftop, her silver hair dancing in the wind, her red robe standing out starkly against the backdrop.

"……sister."

The sound dissipated in the wind and carried upwards to the sky.

Luo Benmo disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Yang Pingsheng.

Her face showed no pain, no ferocity, only a familiar calm. The abyss in her eyes remained as unfathomable and inexplicable as ever.

"Sister," Yang Pingsheng looked up and smiled, handing her the wooden carving in his hand, "look."

One older, one younger, Luo Benmo and Yang Pingsheng, held hands and depended on each other for survival.

The wooden sculpture depicts Luo Benmo as significantly taller than Yang Pingsheng, exuding a mature and sophisticated air, with delicate features that make her considerably more attractive.

Luo Benmo took it, looked at it, and thought about it.

Is this her?

No, this isn't her.

She looked at the wooden carving in her hand and felt agitated.

The previous wood carvings were short and ugly, but the current wood carvings are beautiful, tall, and attractive. They are the kind of wood carvings she likes and the kind of wood carvings she dreams of.

But it wasn't her.

A flash of lightning energy reduced the wooden carving in his hand to dust.

Yang Pingsheng was stunned, and cried out in a wronged tone, "Sister..."

He spent a long time carving it as the opening ceremony for the final scene.

However, Luo Benmo did not respond to him.

As expected, Yang Pingsheng was not discouraged. He pushed the wheelchair forward a little and tugged at her sleeve.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

Still no response.

The sound of the wind continued, replacing their conversation.

"My life."

The sound, like the splashing of a cold spring, traveled through the wind and reached Yang Pingsheng's ears. He tilted his head, stunned, somewhat incredulous.

This was the third time she had called his name.

From the moment he first met Luo Benmo in this world, except for that year, Luo Benmo never called Yang Pingsheng by his name again.

Yang Pingsheng had anticipated Luo Benmo's reaction, but he hadn't expected her to call his name. He smiled helplessly, looked at her, and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Will you support me?

That year, on the eve of the rebellion, Luo Benmo called out Yang Pingsheng's name and asked this question.

Yang Pingsheng's answer at the time was: "As long as my sister doesn't do anything bad, I will support her."

And now, Yang Pingsheng's answer is:

"Sure."

He smiled and opened his arms to Luo Benmo:

"As long as she's my older sister, I'll support whatever she does."

The abyss shattered at that moment.

That year, her mother told her to be a good older sister, and she agreed.

That year, her father asked her to help with chores around the house, and she agreed.

That year, the fox spirit asked her to save it, and she agreed.

She kept saying yes.

She played her role well and supported them unconditionally, but in the end, she was left all alone.

So she reorganized the den of villains, established her own power, and won the favor of many.

However, she still felt lonely.

They supported her, whether for power, influence, or personal gain; none of them did so for her sake, Luo Benmo.

No one supported her.

I support her unconditionally and from the bottom of my heart.

So she wasn't happy when Yang Pingsheng answered her that way. She wasn't happy either when he opposed her because of those strangers.

She didn't actually want Yang Pingsheng to support her.

All she wanted was an answer.

"I support you, sister."

Because I believe in you.

I trust you, so you definitely won't do anything bad.

I trust you, so you definitely won't hurt me.

I trust you, so you definitely won't go astray.

Tick.

Water spilled onto the floor.

Yang Pingsheng looked up and saw that the dark clouds had thickened, and rain was falling in a steady drizzle.

"You support me..."

The voice rang out again, hoarse.

"This time, support me..."

His body was trembling, as if he was enduring something.

"Why, this time, do you support me...?"

Yang Pingsheng looked over and saw that the silver-haired girl's face was covered in tears.

"Why, this time, do you have to support me, my brother..."

Drop by drop, it mixes with the rainwater, indistinguishable from the others.

"Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to, I'm going to..."

"Ah, I know."

Yang Pingsheng interrupted Luo Benmo.

He maintained his smile, his tone gentle, even cheerful, like a rare ray of sunshine breaking through the thick clouds of the sky.

“I know, sister. You need a spiritual root, my spiritual root.”

“I’m not stupid, sister. I’ve at least reached the Earth Immortal Realm, and I’ve long sensed the demonic aura emanating from Sister Blood Pigeon. I know that there are no more Earth Immortal Realm cultivators around Spirit Spring City. If you want to devour the spiritual roots of an Earth Immortal expert, I’m the best choice.”

“Although you’ve been hiding it, I know your pain. You never show that side of yourself to me because you’re forcing yourself to follow the rules, not wanting me to worry. You want to be a good older sister, a good older sister who won’t worry her younger brother. So, you won’t tell me these things, you’ll just handle them yourself. But, God didn’t give you time to handle them.”

“I am, after all, a powerful Earth Immortal, and my perception is quite extensive. I heard Lone Wolf’s report to you earlier. Although you sensed my presence and had him change it to a written report, I can still roughly estimate when the Immortal Sword Sect arrived here. So, sister…”

Yang Pingsheng reached out and gently stroked Luo Benmo's cheek.

"Kill me and take my spiritual root."