The improved female villains regained their memories.

"elder sister!"

"I know."

The Glass Fairy and the Spirit Consort attacked simultaneously, unleashing layer upon layer of sealed immortal killing moves upon Luo Benmo.

The dark clouds dispersed, the sun dipped low in the west, and the setting sun, like blood, shone on the two people who had fallen.

With his limbs bound and his body locked in layers of chains, and surrounded by eighteen magic arrays, Luo Benmo could no longer use the Blood Tower City Destruction technique.

Her heart pounded violently, and Luo Benmo's body trembled uncontrollably. Her red eyes, which had gradually faded, were fixed on the boy not far away. A low sob filled the air; the girl, who never bowed her head, opened her eyes wide, as if she were a wounded animal.

younger brother……

Her snow-white hair was scattered on the ground, and her red robe was stained with blood. Luo Benmo twisted his body and bowed forward until he came to Yang Pingsheng.

Her eyes were inexplicably filled with tears; the girl, at her wit's end, thought of many things. Gritting her teeth, she used her remaining spiritual energy to unleash her final immortal killing move.

Immortal's ultimate move - Shared damage.

The lingering wounds, which had been left to linger, were all transferred to Luo Benmo. She looked at the boy before her, who had grown from a tiny little thing to someone taller and bigger than her.

But so what? He will always be her brother.

“…Brother…” Coughing up blood, Luo Benmo rested his head on him and whispered.

"Don't...don't be afraid."

"Sister... I'll protect you..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

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The battle ended in a resounding victory for the Immortal Sword Sect.

But this did not mean that they had achieved their goal. On the contrary, they were driven to the brink of despair by Luo Benmo.

First were those bloodthirsty individuals transformed by Luo Benmo. It was said that after Luo Benmo's defeat, several Heavenly Kings led their people to scatter and hide in the towns of mortals.

Secondly, there's the Immortal Sword Sect's most precious treasure they've been searching for—the Sword Soul Heart. Luo Benmo has integrated this into her own heart, and due to her innate talent, she has now become the Sword Soul Heart.

The reason the Immortal Sword Sect is called the Immortal Sword Sect is largely due to its supreme treasure, the Sword Soul Heart. It is the core of the Sword Soul Empowerment Array used to maintain the array that imbues its disciples with sword souls; without it, the array cannot function. While other items can be temporarily substituted, their effects will certainly not match those of the Sword Soul Heart.

Luo Benmo and the Sword Soul Heart have become one, and the Immortal Sword Sect can't do anything about her. Killing the Sword Soul Heart would destroy it, so for the time being, they really can't kill Luo Benmo.

Not only must she not be killed, but she must also be healed. The Immortal Sword Sect has spared no expense in treating the fatal wound that has been lingering and delaying her recovery.

They imprisoned Luo Benmo in the Suffering Cave, then convened a righteous assembly to release information about the Bloodthirsty Ones. The world was thrown into turmoil. The immortal sects ordered all mortal forces to cease fighting, making the elimination of the Bloodthirsty Ones their highest priority.

The world enjoyed a brief period of peace, but this was quickly followed by greater panic. The struggle between cultivators and bloodthirsty beings officially began, one side in the open and the other in the shadows. The two forces fought each other, and the flames of war were no longer confined to the mortal realm, but escalated to the realm of immortals.

All the cultivation sects united to begin exterminating the bloodthirsty ones.

The system's plan has also reached its final stage, and with five years remaining, it has already told Yang Pingsheng what to do.

Everything is coming to an end.

"This is the water of the River of Oblivion I was talking about, but it's specially made."

The system handed a white porcelain bottle to Yang Pingsheng and said, "Luo Benmo has a strong intuition. If she drinks it all at once, she will definitely notice. So you need to make her drink it in several portions."

"The specially prepared Forget-Me-Not Water will not erase Luo Benmo's memories, but it will cause her mental degeneration, making her no different from a child. This is your good opportunity. Use the remaining five years to teach her, persuade her, and make her completely dependent on you."

"Finally, I will use the will of this world to impose layers of restrictions on Luo Benmo. So what if she is inherently evil? She will only become a harmless little deer, and repay her sins in the hellish cave of the Immortal Sword Sect."

"No one can escape the arrangements of Heaven, and we will be the ones who ultimately triumph!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Cause and Effect

Is it really useful to regress Luo Benmo's mind to that of a toddler? Don't forget, she was already leading Yang Pingsheng to survive in the mountains when she was only ten years old.

If she's truly a born villain, then regressing to any mental age probably won't make a difference. Unless the true effects of the River of Oblivion aren't what the system claims, but rather...

Yang Pingsheng had already suspected something at that time, but the system insisted that it was true. It wasn't until many years later, when Luo Benmo came to him, that the system finally revealed the truth.

The power of the River of Oblivion is to erase one's personality, making those who drink it as pure and innocent as ever.

This was the first blockade imposed on Robbenmo by the world's will.

This blockade required Yang Pingsheng to personally feed Luo Benmo. However, before doing so, Yang Pingsheng needed to do something else. Having been captured and taken to the Immortal Sword Sect, he went to see Ling Feizi, leading to the following conversation.

"Little brother, you are a strange person."

Inside the cave, Ling Feizi, dressed in plain clothes and wearing the same veil she never wore, looked at him with curious eyes.

“I have calculated Luo Benmo’s fate line, and there has never been a person named you. Moreover, when I calculated it back then, I predicted that I would definitely die in the battle of Lingquan City. But now, not only am I not dead, but there is someone named you.”

She stroked her chin and chuckled, "In fact, a huge variable is happening. I noticed something was wrong when I took Luo Benqing as my disciple; it seemed that some kind of force was changing the trajectory of events. This force is extremely mysterious and not something I can easily detect."

Yang Pingsheng sighed and, following the system's instructions, said, "Fairy Sister, do you want to know the real verification?"

"Oh?" Ling Feizi smiled slightly. "Although my cultivation level isn't very high, I believe I'm quite capable in divination. I wonder how you would like me to learn more about it, little brother?"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent and began to demonstrate the power granted to him by the system.

Ten minutes later.

"What profound and distant traces! Heaven is above, earth is below, and the evolution of all things flows within them. Words and deeds, objects and materials, even events yet to be revealed, can all be calculated to foretell good or bad fortune. The ability to participate in creation is already present; how profound, how mysterious! The power you have displayed is the closest to the Dao of Heaven!!!"

Consort Ling fell to the ground, no longer possessing her previous elegance, and became almost insane.

"The principles of divination have been perfected in your hands; you are truly the foremost diviner! I am willing to offer everything; please guide me, let me glimpse the profound mysteries, even if it means death, even if it means death!!"

The power of the light sphere circulated in Yang Pingsheng's hand. His face remained expressionless as he spoke, enunciating each word as instructed by the system:

"I need you to do something for me."

A place of suffering.

It was cold and damp. The array formations were engraved in the stone walls, subjecting those imprisoned inside to constant mental torment.

Deep inside, under layers of chains and magical seals, Luo Benmo's hands were suspended, his knees were bent, his red robe was covered in mud, and his once beautiful silver hair had become much duller.

Click—

The sound of the mechanism starting up caused the stone cell door to slowly open.

Footsteps approached.

Luo Benmo looked up and saw that the person was standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Yang Pingsheng.

He carried the food, squatted down, and tidied it up without saying a word.

Luo Benmo just stared at him, feeling a chill creep down his spine.

"sister……"

Amidst the rustling sounds and the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, she heard the person calling her.

"sister."

"I'm here."

He answered softly, his face showing no resentment, remaining calm.

She looked at Yang Pingsheng and tilted her head: "Your leg is healed?"

"Ah."

Why did it appear at that time?

"..."

Yang Pingsheng did not answer.

He picked up a bowl of hot soup and said gently, "Sister, are you hungry? Here, have something to eat."

Luo Benmo's gaze lingered on the soup, then slowly shifted to Yang Pingsheng's face.

An unspeakable barrier stood between the two, making them seem so far apart despite being so close.

Luo Benmo looked closely at the boy's face, tearing it apart bit by bit, scrutinizing it until it was ripped apart.

Back then, in that mountain village, she carried him on her back as they walked into the mountains.

Along the way, from the den of villains to Lingquan City, they have experienced and faced many things, and finally arrived at this situation.

Luo Benmo, who was imprisoned, finally had time to start thinking. She thought of everything that was wrong along the entire timeline—the inexplicable increase in cultivation, the strange perception, the occasional talking to herself, and now, in addition, her suddenly healthy legs and the shield that she didn't need to appear.

She suddenly laughed, a hearty laugh breaking through the oppressive atmosphere.

"Yes, I am a little hungry."

For the first time, Luo Benmo said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry, I can't move. Can I feed you?"

"it is good."

Luo Benmo drank the bowl of hot soup in one gulp, leaving a few traces of grime on his lips.

Yang Pingsheng carefully wiped her mouth, preparing to continue feeding Luo Benmo.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and in her confusion, she looked at Yang Pingsheng and said:

"younger brother……"

"Ok?"

"I'm cold, can you hug me?"

"it is good."

Yang Pingsheng hugged Luo Benmo, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Enveloped by Yang Pingsheng's body, Luo Benmo slowly closed his eyes, feeling the warmth around him.

No one, except her mother, had ever held her like that before.

From the moment a fortune teller orphaned her, her father, brother, and everyone in the village passed away one by one. Children threw all sorts of things at her, mocked her hair, and thought it was a symbol of a bad person.

Fate had been relentlessly mocking Luo Benmo, but she refused to accept it, always forging a path through adversity with her own strength. Because of her power, she created a den of villains, forcing everyone to submit, bringing back departed friends, and ensuring that no one in the world dared to mock her hair again.

She is immortal and indestructible; even as insignificant as an ant, she will continue to grow stronger through her talents.