The improved female villains regained their memories.

He might even have forgotten her, forgotten that in the dark depths of the earth, his sister was waiting for his return.

He's grown taller, looks much more melancholy, and his appearance has changed. I wonder if he's been eating properly.

Yes, Luo Benmo is outdated. Without her around, she has no idea what kind of people Yang Pingsheng has met or what kind of life he has led.

She was a bad older sister.

The lantern light fell on him, and Luo Benmo's hands and feet were ice-cold. For some reason, his body was trembling.

Yang Pingsheng is no longer hers.

She has truly lost Yang Pingsheng; even if she finds him again, he will belong to someone else.

Amidst the surging crowd, she walked back absentmindedly. Beside the street, a storyteller was recounting the tale of the fox spirit.

"The scholar loudly proclaimed: 'This demon has ruined my reputation and distorted the truth. He is truly despicable. I beg you to kill him on the spot to appease the people.' The fox spirit never expected that her beloved would utter such resolute words. Overwhelmed with grief, she could not help but wail and cry."

She cried out, "You say I'm wicked, but have I ever harbored the slightest intention to harm you? When you fainted by the roadside, I was the one who saved you, fed you, clothed you, and made lanterns to sell to help you save money for your exams. What have I done to tarnish your reputation? What have I distorted? Heaven pities me, earth cherishes me, and all my demonic energy comes from heaven and earth. Is this my fault? Is it because I fell in love with you that you treat me like this?"

The storyteller's vivid narration made Luo Benmo feel as if he were seeing his childhood again.

When she was little, the little fox spirit said to her, "Sister, I also want to give you some advice: when you grow up, don't get too deeply involved in love, or you'll never be able to get out."

As an adult, Blood Pigeon was hunted down for a man, but was eventually saved by her.

Luo Benmo asked Blood Pigeon, "Do you remember what you said to me?"

Blood Pigeon lowered her head and said, "I remember."

"What are you doing?"

"I……"

Blood Pigeon fell silent.

Luo Benmo didn't ask any more questions.

She only saw this as a sign that Blood Dove had broken her promise and looked down on her in every way.

But now...

Dark clouds rolled in, enveloping the entire capital city, and all sounds were silenced by thunder.

Standing in the crowd, the silver-haired girl looked up, her dark eyes having lost their luster.

She wants everything.

She wants the origin of the Heavenly Dao, the limits of cultivators, and the world to bow down to her.

She wants them all.

She also wanted her younger brother, Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng belongs only to her.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Scammers

The sun has risen, and everything that happened in the darkness is now in the past.

In the familiar study, Yang Pingsheng held Luo Benmo and carefully put her down.

"Go to sleep, it's okay."

The boy's voice was warm and clear, surrounded by the scent of the bed. Luo Benmo held his hand, but no sound came out of his throat; only traces of tears remained on his face.

The dark clouds have dispersed. There was a thunderstorm last night, which affected not only Yang Pingsheng but also the people of Beijing.

At the entrance of Immortal Valley on the outskirts of the capital, the earth-shattering immortal killing move imbued with traces of the Great Dao alarmed even the old monsters in the city. However, after discovering that the attacker seemed to have no ill intentions towards the capital and was instead moving towards the Ten Thousand Mountains, they decided to leave it at that.

With gods absent, true immortals reign supreme. Given the domineering aura of the other party's true immortals, there's really no need for them to cause trouble out of mere curiosity.

However, this incident caused a huge uproar in the capital. The capital's guards have been frequently deployed in the past two days, strictly prohibiting ordinary people from approaching Immortal Valley.

But this didn't stump Yang Pingsheng. He was now a Celestial Immortal. Although he couldn't use any destructive killing moves and didn't have his own immortal artifacts, a Celestial Immortal was still a Celestial Immortal, and ordinary people couldn't stop him.

Upon successfully returning to Fairy Valley, the first thing to do was to settle Luo Benmo in.

He carried her the whole way, and she clung to Yang Pingsheng like a four-clawed octopus, refusing to get down, just like a child.

Sunlight refracted the dewdrops on the leaves, scattering a rainbow of colors. A pervasive mist seeped in through the cracks in the window. Yang Pingsheng held Luo Benmo's hand and slowly put her down.

"Go to sleep, we're home."

He covered her with the blanket, speaking as he smoothed her hair.

The image of Luo Benmo pounding his chest in despair was still replaying in his mind. He hadn't expected the other person to have this side to him.

She cried and cursed like that, until she could no longer make a sound.

Seeing Luo Benmo's uneasy, trembling eyebrows, Yang Pingsheng sighed deeply.

He had actually prepared for the worst; even if he were killed by Luo Benmo, he would stop her from destroying the world. He didn't know why Luo Benmo wanted to set up the world-destroying formation; he only knew that if Luo Benmo really did it, then he, Yang Pingsheng, would truly become a sinner.

He just hadn't expected that Luo Benmo would only pound his chest and curse at him, but in the end, it turned into sobbing. She had indeed changed; at least, she wasn't so extreme anymore.

So, what did she go through? How did she break through the shackles of the world's will to come into this world?

After stroking Luo Benmo's hair one last time, Yang Pingsheng left the room.

The crisp air filled his lungs, the sun was just beginning to shine, birds were chirping, and Wen Shihan was sitting on the wall in the courtyard, propping his chin up and staring blankly at the eaves.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her long, fair legs swung back and forth, dazzling the eye.

"Minor Cold".

"Brother!"

She pounced down and landed in Yang Pingsheng's arms. The wind blew her beautiful hair at just the right moment, brushing against Yang Pingsheng's face, carrying a faint fragrance.

Yang Pingsheng hugged her.

Suddenly, the birdsong stopped, and silence fell, broken only by the faint sound of their heartbeats.

"Brother!" Wen Shihan cried, his voice choked with sobs. "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you."

"It's not your fault." He stroked her hair. "It's my fault."

Luo Benmo's debt is his own, and has nothing to do with anyone else.

He looked at Wen Shihan, at the wounds on his body, the bloodstains on his face, and the flickering emotions in his eyes, and felt a pang of heartache.

"It must hurt a lot."

Wen Shihan shook his head desperately: "No, it's because I'm too weak."

She was just too weak. Although that girl was a true immortal, she had ascended to that level through some kind of secret method. She didn't have the truth, and her accumulation of Dao traces was not much. If she were still that old-timer true immortal, she would have been killed long ago.

She wanted to become even stronger, and she was determined to kill that woman.

"Xiaohan, after we separated, I also encountered a lot of things. To be honest, she is my older sister."

Wen Shihan paused, his eyes widening as he looked at Yang Pingsheng: "My own sister?"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head: "I acknowledge it."

Then we might as well kill him.

Wen Shihan thought to himself, but his face remained tearful: "Then brother, why did she..."

"Xiaohan, there are many things I can't explain to you right now," Yang Pingsheng sighed. "I..."

Wen Shihan raised his finger to cover his mouth.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then I won’t ask.” She wiped away her tears and smiled gently, like a wife who cares for her husband. “I will listen when you want to talk about it.”

"In that case, Xiaohan, where did you lock Xiaoyu up?"

The gentle warmth shattered, and Wen Shihan's body stiffened.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Didn't Xiaoyu go hunting? Could it be that she was scared away because of the commotion last night?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her and sighed again: "Xiaohan, I'm tired."

"Understood, brother, I'll bring her back right away."

"And rhubarb."

"understood."

Wen Shihan agreed, turned around, and flew away on his sword.

In the courtyard, only Yang Pingsheng remained standing.

Luo Benmo was fast asleep in the room. Feeling uneasy, he set up a basic spiritual energy sensing barrier and then went outside.

A black cat's head peeked out from the grass beside the stone path outside the door: "Meow~"

“Luo Benmo is asleep, and Wen Shihan went to pick up Xiaoyu.” Yang Pingsheng grabbed its neck and lifted it up. “It’s time for us to have a chat.”

The black cat stuck out its tongue and licked him: "Meow~~~"

Yang Pingsheng said expressionlessly, "Do you believe I'll use you to wipe my ass?"

"Holy shit, you're an animal!"

“Now you’re the beast.” Yang Pingsheng pressed down on its head. “The explanation is that you said the Heavenly Dao’s plan was foolproof.”

"That's absolutely right. The net of heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it!"

"What's going on with Luo Benmo?"

"Let me contact the world's will over there, just a moment."

The black cat lowered its head, then raised it again after a while.

"I'm out of energy," it said helplessly, waving its two paws.

In fact, it's useless for it to have energy now; the world's will has been swallowed up, and the black cat can't possibly make contact with it.

"I'm already struggling to even travel across the world," the black cat said. "So what do we do now?"

"You're asking me?"

Yang Pingsheng almost laughed out of anger.

He thought about the thunderstorm last night, the dark clouds filling the sky, the torrential rain pouring down, and the roar that made the whole world tremble.