The improved female villains regained their memories.

When Wen Shihan was twelve years old, he formally became a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Sect.

Her master is the peak master of Qingfeng Mountain in the Jade Cauldron Sect, an unnamed figure known only as Dao Ranzi. In the story, he is the master of the villain Wen Shihan and the female lead Mu Xiaobai. Because he likes Mu Xiaobai, he uses methods that cannot be told to outsiders, thus making him a mid-stage boss.

He had a clear understanding of Wen Shihan's character and exploited her ruthless nature to get her to do some dirty work for him. Wen Shihan herself didn't care; she and Dao Ranzi were birds of a feather, and as long as she could become stronger, she didn't mind getting her hands dirty.

But that was Wen Shihan from the original timeline. Now that Yang Pingsheng has intervened, at least on the surface, some things have changed.

The main reason Dao Ranzi took Wen Shihan in at the original timeline was because of Wen Shihan's innate talent and potential. Like the female protagonist Mu Xiaobai, she was someone Dao Ranzi verified with magical artifacts to be capable of changing the times.

So when Dao Ranzi took the initiative to come and accept disciples, not only this alley, but the entire town was in an uproar. There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and for an immortal to condescend to accept disciples is something that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

The city lord immediately sealed off the alley, drove away irrelevant people, and even stood at the entrance of the alley to wait.

Despite their long time together and differing views, Wen Shihan had been completely obedient to Yang Pingsheng. When he saw that an immortal was coming to take him in, Wen Shihan didn't agree. Instead, he looked at Yang Pingsheng, his eyes filled with inquiry and longing.

Inquiry is spontaneous, and so is desire.

No matter how deep her relationship with Yang Pingsheng was, it couldn't change her obsession with changing her environment.

Yang Pingsheng patted her head and said, "Go."

From then on, your wish came true, and you soared to great heights.

That night, Stone Creek was in an uproar.

The immortal's disciples became the biggest news in the entire town, and the siblings' fates were forever changed. They no longer had to worry about their daily meals, nor did they have to live in that shabby alley. That very night, the town lord prepared a house specifically for the siblings to live in.

When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Wen Shihan became a disciple of an immortal, and Yang Pingsheng also benefited greatly. The city lord specially arranged a sinecure for him in the city lord's mansion, where he didn't have to do anything but receive a monthly salary. During festivals, someone would even send him gifts to express their greetings.

Dao Ranzi would never allow Yang Pingsheng to join the Immortal Sect. He only gave Wen Shihan three days to pack her bags and bid farewell to her brother. Three days later, he would come to pick up Wen Shihan and take her to the Jade Cauldron Sect.

On the day of parting, the sun shone brightly, and spring was in full bloom. The girl, dressed in a black martial arts outfit, stood tall at the courtyard gate, her single ponytail swaying like a willow branch, her eyes and brows filled with a smile.

"Brother."

"It looks great. It was worth all the time I spent making it for you."

Yang Pingsheng straightened her collar and stroked her head.

"Have you taken everything?"

"Here you go."

"There are your favorite flower tea cakes in the bag. Don't leave them for too long, eat them as soon as possible. There are only two sets of clothes, but I heard that the Immortal Sect has clothing, so I didn't give you any more. Also, I put most of the silver given by the city lord in your bag, so don't be stingy with it."

Yang Pingsheng kept rambling on, sounding long-winded and nagging. But Wen Shihan listened very attentively, feeling no sadness at parting, only a burning determination and will.

At that time, Yang Pingsheng had no idea what she was thinking; he was only focused on deploying the system's plan.

"By the way, have you remembered everything I told you these past few days?"

"remember."

"Recite it once."

"No stealing, no robbing, no fighting, no brawling. Speak politely, care for your fellow disciples, do not bully the weak, do not cheat or swindle, do not kill or rob, do not mistreat mortals. Pay for your meals, be fair in business, return borrowed items, compensate for damaged items, be polite, be hygienic, and be a good role model for immortals. Don't worry, brother, I've remembered everything."

"Okay." Yang Pingsheng nodded in satisfaction, took out the notebook and handed it to her. "It's okay if you can't remember it. I've written it all down. Take it and read it a few times when you have time."

Wen Shihan's expression changed, but he still solemnly accepted it and said "Yes."

"We're almost done packing, let's set off."

Dao Ranzi's voice came from the air. Wen Shihan knelt down, kowtowed several times to Yang Pingsheng, and then turned to leave.

From then on, no one could stop Wen Shihan's progress.

Yang Pingsheng was enjoying a rare period of leisurely life. Of course, he didn't forget about Wen Shihan; the system would play footage of Wen Shihan's situation for him in real time every day.

Although the position at the City Lord's Mansion was largely sinecure, he occasionally had to handle some affairs. His contact was a girl named Lotus, dressed in emerald green, petite and adorable. They had spent some time together, and she had expressed her affections to some extent. But whether she was there to monitor him at the City Lord's behest or genuinely harbored feelings for him, Yang Pingsheng couldn't say.

However, this does not hinder Yang Pingsheng's plans, or rather, he needs someone to do just that.

So, when Wen Shihan came back to visit for the first time, the two happened to bump into each other.

"Brother, I'm going back..."

A girl carrying a package and dressed in a black outfit knocked on the door. When the door opened, before she could finish speaking, her smile faded.

There was no other reason than that the person who opened the door was not the one she longed for day and night.

"Oh, Xiaohan is back."

Lotus said happily, warmly welcoming her in: "Your brother Pingsheng said you were coming back today, and he's been busy since early this morning preparing delicious food for you. Come on in."

Wen Shihan took a step back without making a sound, his face full of vigilance: "Who are you? Where is my brother?"

"I am the steward of the city lord's mansion, responsible for liaising with your brother. By the way, my name is Lotus."

"...Where is my brother?"

"He's in the yard, come in first."

The lotus flowers smiled radiantly, as if they were the true owners of this place.

A flash of black flame crossed Wen Shihan's eyes. She remained silent, walking in unnoticed, her smile and joy almost completely vanished.

When she approached Yang Pingsheng, she had already resumed her respectful demeanor: "Brother."

The stone table in the courtyard was a nice spot for both enjoying the view and dining. Yang Pingsheng was serving dishes, and just as he brought out the last dish, he saw Wen Shihan standing in front of him and immediately smiled.

"You're back! You must be exhausted from the journey."

"I can already fly on a sword, so I'm not tired."

"Sword control, I know, that's the way immortals fly in the sky, right? That's amazing. I've only ever seen it in stories before, I never imagined you'd become someone like that. Have a seat, give me your luggage."

Yang Pingsheng went to take Wen Shihan's package, but the latter pursed his lips and took a step back.

"I'll take care of it myself."

The outstretched hand paused for a moment before retracting. Yang Pingsheng smiled slightly and said, "Alright, this house is big. I've prepared a room for you; the one closest to the lotus pond is the one."

"Where does your elder brother usually live?"

"Me? I'm in the east wing. The west wing has a better view and is right next to the courtyard, which is convenient for your daily cultivation. It was specially reserved for you."

"Hey you, where do you live?"

"Who?"

"Where does the woman who just opened the door for me live?"

The words were spoken softly, but there was a chill in the air, a hint of unease.

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Upon hearing this, Yang Pingsheng knew that Wen Shihan had misunderstood.

But instead of correcting him, he smiled slightly and said, "Why do you ask that?"

Where are you staying?

With a slightly upright posture and a domineering tone, Wen Shihan already showed signs of becoming a future demon lord.

Yang Pingsheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "She doesn't live here, Xiao Han, why do you think she lives here?"

"...I'm sorry, brother, I was presumptuous."

Wen Shihan immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake, his dark eyes like a calm deep sea, yet with undercurrents surging within.

The three people at this meal each had their own ulterior motives.

Lotus kept serving food to Wen Shihan, her words full of affection, but Wen Shihan ate it without making a sound, his eyes always lowered, only occasionally looking up at Yang Pingsheng.

As for Yang Pingsheng himself, he ate and drank as usual, with a smile on his face, showing no other emotions.

The system's devilish methods gradually take effect, and everyone will become a pawn of Heaven's will.

After the meal, and with things mostly tidied up, Hehua got up to say goodbye, offering a knowing farewell to Yang Pingsheng. Yang Pingsheng didn't refuse. After seeing Hehua off, he turned around and saw Wen Shihan standing behind him, watching him without moving.

He tilted his head, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Xiao Han, what's wrong?"

"...I'm going to practice my skills."

"it is good."

Those returning home usually have a lot to say, but once they arrive here, they find themselves speechless.

That night, under the full moon, peach blossom wine was laid out on the stone table. Yang Pingsheng drank while watching the young girl dance with her sword.

She was still wearing that black, fitted outfit, but with a white coat over it. Her black hair was tied with a red knot, and with a flick of her delicate hand, she executed a sword flourish. Under the moonlight, fourteen-year-old Wen Shihan already possessed a certain charm, slowly maturing.

She is no longer the skinny little beggar she once was. Now, she is a disciple of an immortal, exceptionally talented, with family, teachers and friends, and a bright future ahead of her.

Unfortunately, Yang Pingsheng would never see such a bright future.

Finally, he finished his dance and saluted. Wen Shihan sheathed his sword with a flourish, looked at Yang Pingsheng, and bowed slightly: "The dance is over, brother."

"Good, very good." Yang Pingsheng clapped his hands, his face slightly flushed, and said with emotion, "Xiao Han is really amazing. Come on, let's drink."

He started drinking wine while Wen Shihan was performing his sword dance, one cup after another. Now that the dance is over, there is less than a third of the peach blossom wine left in the jar.

"Brother, you're drunk."

"Drunk? No, come on, have a drink too."

Yang Pingsheng cried out, like a child. Wen Shihan approached, pressed down on his hand that was reaching for the wine glass, and said in a gentler tone, "Brother, you're really drunk."

"Nonsense, it's only been a few drinks."

Their breaths drew near, mingling and blending together, indistinguishable from one another. Two years had passed, yet Wen Shihan's heart remained burning with passion. Six years apart in age, Wen Shihan was still growing, while Yang Pingsheng was already old enough to eat.

"Brother, you've really had too much to drink. Let me help you back."

"...Okay, sure."

Wen Shihan recalled a time when he twisted his leg, and his older brother carried him on his back, walking step by step, all the way home.

Now it's her turn to carry her brother on her back, and she has to walk step by step to the room like this.

"Xiao Han..."

"Brother, I'm here. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No... put me down..."