The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Brother is drunk and needs to rest."

"Xiao Han..."

An adult's body leaned against her, his warm breath brushing against the back of her neck. The girl's dark eyes were unfathomable, filled with surging desire.

"Xiao Han, do you like me?"

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his desire dissipated by more than half.

Wen Shihan stopped in his tracks, his body stiffening: "Brother..."

"Don't you think so?"

"Yes……"

To be honest, Wen Shihan never lied to his older brother.

Yang Pingsheng chuckled, put his arm around Wen Shihan's arm, and shook it.

"I see, hmph..."

"How did you figure that out, brother?"

"I'm not made of wood, how could I not see it?"

"Brother..."

If that's the case, then why bother with that woman...?

Even though Yang Pingsheng and Hehua hadn't done anything, Wen Shihan couldn't help but think about it.

Are you still jealous?

"..."

“From the moment you walked in, your hostility towards Lotus has never dissipated. After all these years, do you think I don’t know you? Your jealousy is practically radiating from my face.”

With his scarlet tongue lolling out, licking his slightly chapped lips, Wen Shihan replied, "I'm very sorry, elder brother."

My elder brother knows.

I know everything.

He knows all my feelings and thoughts.

His heart pounded. Wen Shihan thought, "Since that's the case, then let's just..."

"...Minor Cold".

The words began again, accompanied by a sigh infused with the smell of alcohol.

Wen Shihan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly replied, "Brother, I'm here."

"It's impossible for us."

My once passionate heart suddenly turned cold.

A chill ran down Wen Shihan's spine, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

"You are a disciple of an immortal, destined to become one, while I am ultimately just a mortal, and older than you. Think about it... more than sixty years from now, you will still be as beautiful as a flower, while I will have become an old man!"

Yang Pingsheng gently rested his head on Wen Shihan's shoulder and said as if he were drunk, "Besides, I'm still your older brother. There's no reason for siblings to be together in the world. That's just how it is. Xiaohan, you will become more and more outstanding, and you will meet someone worthy of your lifelong commitment. So, don't worry about me. I will take good care of myself."

"Dragons play with dragons, phoenixes play with phoenixes, and mice play with mice. Little Han, what you want, I can't give you, so I won't be a burden to you. You are a dragon and phoenix soaring in the sky, and I am a mortal ant crawling on the ground, but I will bless you."

"Lotus is a good person, and it's good for us to be together..."

With the last sentence, Yang Pingsheng's voice trailed off, gradually turning into even breathing.

it hurts……

"Brother?"

it hurts.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

it hurts!

It's not my heart that hurts, it's my palms that hurt.

As the blood slowly dripped down, Wen Shihan realized that his palm was bleeding.

Desire has vanished completely, transformed into pitch-black flames.

She escorted Yang Pingsheng back to his room, canceled the original plan, did nothing, took nothing, and turned to leave.

Darkness enveloped Yang Pingsheng, who lay on the bed. After a while, he opened his eyes.

"system."

"I'm here."

"Have they left?"

"They've gone, gone far away, and are currently undergoing body tempering. Tsk tsk, they told their master they would temper their bodies next month, but it turns out they're starting tonight."

"...Is that so?"

"Well done, host."

The system's devilish voice rang out, conveying satisfaction with Yang Pingsheng's performance.

"She pretended to be asleep back then, and now you're pretending to be drunk. You're even."

"Even?"

Yang Pingsheng closed his eyes weakly: "I hope you're right."

The starry sky carried away the unspoken words of the boy and girl.

Chapter Eight: The Other Side of the Two

Some things are indeed gradually changing.

From that night on, Wen Shihan changed. She became more diligent and hardworking, and consequently, she came back home more frequently.

Yang Pingsheng saw all of this, not only her return but also other aspects of her life.

The system plays the program on time every day. As Wen Shihan takes action, the playback time increases day by day, and Yang Pingsheng is slowly becoming aware of her dark side.

She started working for her master.

For Yang Pingsheng.

In the Qingfeng Mountain cave, Dao Ranzi looked at Wen Shihan kneeling before him with some surprise and slightly raised his hand: "Get up and speak."

"Please grant your request, Master." Wen Shihan knelt on the ground, refusing to get up.

"That's interesting. Before, you were reciting 'Don't steal, don't rob, don't bully the weak' every day. How come you're agreeing now?" Dao Ranzi chuckled. "What, did you come to your senses after going home?"

"Yes, disciple has figured it out. Master has nurtured me, taught me, and cared for me. It is only right and proper for me to help Master with my work."

"Not even asking whether it's right or wrong?"

"...This disciple would never dare to disobey Master."

He lowered his head even further.

Dao Ranzi's eyes were narrowed, and shrouded in spiritual energy, he looked unreal.

"You want something from me, don't you?"

"The apprentice dared not hide it from his master."

Tell me about it.

"This disciple wishes to ask Master for help in refining the Sixth-Turn Mortal Transformation Pill."

Elixirs are graded from one to nine levels. Elixirs below level five can be refined by ordinary people using their skills, while elixirs above level five cannot be refined by anyone but immortals. For Dao Ranzi, level nine elixirs require his full effort, level eight elixirs are handled with caution, level seven elixirs are easily made, and level six elixirs are simply a matter of casual effort.

Dao Ranzi of Qingfeng Mountain in the Jade Cauldron Sect is known to all as a master alchemist.

His three greatest strengths were, first and foremost, alchemy. Next were formations and calculations. These three were Dao Ranzi's core skills, taught only to his direct disciples. Wen Shihan had only become Dao Ranzi's apprentice, not yet a direct disciple, and therefore hadn't learned his alchemy methods.

The Six-Turn Mortal Transformation Pill, just as its name suggests, can wash away the impurities of a mortal, enabling them to achieve an immortal body and gather spiritual energy. However, it can only help the user transcend the mortal realm; it cannot change their innate talent or physical constitution. Therefore, even if the user can gather spiritual energy and achieve an immortal body, they cannot advance further in their cultivation.

No immortal would consume it. The powerful figures achieve their transformations through their own innate talent. Only ignorant mortals would consider consuming it, since their talent is undeniable, and they might at least experience the thrill of being an immortal. Wen Shihan's idea was simple: whether Yang Pingsheng could cultivate or not was unimportant; what mattered was having the appearance of an immortal, being able to absorb spiritual energy, prolong his lifespan, and avoid exploding from health by consuming longevity pills and other spiritual energy-based elixirs.

That night she already knew what Yang Pingsheng was worried about, but so what? She could just deal with them one by one.

Dao Ranzi understood all of this and knew who Wen Shihan was asking for. Therefore, he put on a troubled posture: "This... the Six-Turn Mortal Transformation Pill is already a Celestial-level pill. Not only is it troublesome to refine, but the materials for refining it are also not easy to gather."

"Your disciple is willing to go through fire and water for your master!"

"Excellent!" Dao Ranzi chuckled. He clapped his hands, dissipating some of his spiritual energy, and tossed a list to Wen Shihan. "On this list, one life can be exchanged for one refining material for a sixth-grade Mortal Transformation Pill."

Wen Shihan caught it, opened it and looked inside. The next moment, his hands started to tremble.

From mortals to immortals, each name is listed, and each is followed by a description of the materials needed to obtain a Transcendent Pill. Twelve materials, twelve lives.

"How can a cultivator focus solely on cultivation without undergoing trials? This is your mortal journey. After you've finished killing them, your master will naturally prepare all the materials for the Transcendent Pill for you."

"Master..." Wen Shihan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Why are our disciples still on the list?"

Are you questioning your teacher?

"This disciple wouldn't dare, it's just that the Disciplinary Hall..."

"With your teacher here, I will keep you safe and sound."

"..."

"To do it or not to do it?"

"Disciple obeys."

Wen Shihan kowtowed.

Her brother's words of advice had been completely forgotten. The dark flames were burning, and her mind was filled only with obsession.

Although the object of the obsession has changed, the obsession remains the same.

Watching the scene played by the system, Yang Pingsheng sighed helplessly.

"...It has finally come to this."