The improved female villains regained their memories.

Without looking at the two people, he turned and left.

As she passed by the corner of the yard, she glanced at the black cat eating fish with its rear end sticking out, and kicked it.

"Meow!"

The black cat screamed and, before it could even grab the fish, it darted away.

"Humph."

She snorted coldly; for some reason, seeing this cat made her want to kick it.

And it's the kind of kick that will kill you next time.

Chapter 41 Eyes and Lines

Yang Pingsheng opened the window of the room to let in fresh air.

It's time to move to a bigger place. His room will be for Wen Shihan, the study for Luo Benmo, and Xiaoyu will sleep in her own room. There are only three rooms in total, so he won't have a room to sleep in tonight.

Outside the courtyard, Wen Shihan was cultivating, Xiaoyu was doing housework, Dahuang was lying in the yard, and the black cat that the system had transformed into was nowhere to be found.

Luo Benmo is also missing. He hasn't been seen since he left at dinner, perhaps he's angry.

No one was paying attention to him. Yang Pingsheng thought for a moment, then closed the window again, sat down in a chair by himself, raised his hand, and summoned a small amount of earthy yellow spiritual energy.

It wasn't given to him by the system, but rather it was his own.

After cultivating once in his second life, Yang Pingsheng rarely attempted cultivation in subsequent worlds. Firstly, he was carrying out the Heavenly Dao Plan, which didn't require such strong martial power; secondly, the system itself provided him with power.

The peak power gained after shattering the jade pendant was only at the Celestial Immortal realm, and there were no immortal artifacts. The only immortal killing moves were of the space-time type, which were not only incomplete, but there were also no large-scale destructive killing moves.

To cope with the undercurrents that are about to unfold, we will need our own strength.

Yang Pingsheng's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something, and he began to manipulate the earth spirit root that was emitting a faint aura in front of him.

The power of the Celestial Immortal disappeared, and he stored it all in the Earth Spirit Root, turning it into its nutrients.

In less than half a minute, he lowered his hand, and a stream of light flashed around him.

Body tempering

This time, however, it was the tempering of the earth elemental root, his own power.

squeak-

A voice rang out, and Yang Pingsheng subconsciously concealed his presence, looking towards the source of the sound.

The wooden door was open, and Luo Benmo was leaning against the doorframe. A gust of wind rushed in and lifted her silver hair, like the most loyal subordinate. Her bright black eyes watched him silently, unfathomable.

"younger brother."

She called his name, her expression shifting with a hint of unease, before rushing over and throwing herself into his arms.

"I'm angry."

She pinched the soft flesh of his waist and gave it a gentle twist.

Yang Pingsheng showed no reaction, only sighed softly, hugged her for a while, and then pulled away from her.

"Sister, I know what you're angry about."

After thinking about it, he still felt he needed to make it clear: "I can't abandon them."

Before she could finish speaking, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Seemingly realizing that his appearance combined with crying would better achieve his goal, Luo Benmo simply let loose and let himself go.

"Sister," Yang Pingsheng said helplessly.

Luo Benmo held back his tears, looked up at him, and his face clearly said, "Give me an explanation."

Yang Pingsheng wiped away her tears and said softly, "Wen Shihan is my sister. I can't abandon her."

Luo Benmo was taken aback, thinking to himself, "You two don't even look alike."

She asked directly, "Is it a biological relationship?"

"I acknowledge it."

If you recognize them, why don't you hurry up and kill them?

Luo Benmo got angry and punched him in the chest: "Where did you find this person?"

Luo Benmo is much more active now than before; at least he no longer keeps a cold face and remains silent. However, this makes Yang Pingsheng a little overwhelmed.

He could only reply with a bitter face, "It's complicated, sister. There are many times when I also have my own unspeakable suffering."

Luo Benmo seemed to realize something, so he stopped asking and quietly held him in his arms.

Yesterday, the wildflowers that greeted the spring sunshine were reduced to only a few petals due to the thunderstorm. Most of their companions were washed away by the rain, and only a few survived, huddled in a corner.

The thunderstorm was so widespread that it shook the earth.

The two stood under the porch, looking at the azure sky.

In the past, Luo Benmo always cultivated, and the sky was always gloomy, whether he was in the den of villains or in Lingquan City.

Now, the sky is a clear blue, the clouds are white, and the scenery is beautiful. Luo Benmo, holding Yang Pingsheng's arm, suddenly whispered, "Shall we look at the stars tonight?"

Yang Pingsheng glanced at her in surprise, then nodded: "Okay."

When Luo Benmo smiled, even his long, silvery-white hair seemed to come alive.

A born villain should never smile, but when she did smile, she was exceptionally beautiful. The blush on her snow-white skin spoke of her happiness at that moment.

"Sister, shall I take you to the city for a look around?"

"Okay~"

The happy smile deepened until, when she looked up, she saw that there was another person in the yard.

Warm in nature, but cold in reality.

She was standing in the courtyard, looking at them with a half-smile.

"I didn't have time to introduce you during dinner," Yang Pingsheng began. "Sister, this is Wen Shihan, my younger sister. Xiaohan, this is Luo Benmo, my older sister."

It's just one sentence, but it's incredibly difficult to pronounce.

"Oh, it's you, sister." Wen Shihan smiled broadly. "Hello, sister."

"Hmm." Luo Benmo put away his smile, but still gave a response.

"We're going to the city," Yang Pingsheng said. "Would Xiaohan like to come along?"

"No, thank you." Wen Shihan shook his head. "I still need to cultivate. Brother and sister, you go ahead."

Go on, go on. When I return to the realm of true immortals, I'll beat this dwarf into a pulp.

Luo Benmo looked at the smiling Wen Shihan without saying anything.

As the sun sets, the stalls in the capital city are all set up, and puddles on the road reflect the light of dusk, creating a hazy atmosphere. A breeze carries the fresh air, making one feel relaxed and happy.

Yang Pingsheng held Luo Benmo's hand and strolled around for a while. Seeing that it was almost dinner time, they decided to find a place to eat on the spot.

They entered a restaurant and ordered some food. The two sat down, one older and one younger, looking more like siblings than brothers and sisters. It was lunchtime, and the place was quite crowded. Luo Benmo's silver-white hair attracted a lot of attention.

By the window sat a man and a woman. The man was dressed in cloth, with sharp, sword-like eyebrows and exposed muscles that gleamed with a bronze hue. The woman was dressed in a light green dress, with a knife at her waist, and her bangs covered her eyebrows.

The man noticed Yang Pingsheng and Luo Benmo first, and with some surprise, whispered to the woman, "Look there."

The woman looked over and casually picked up some food to eat, saying, "It's just that the hair color is a bit unusual."

"I wasn't talking about the little girl, I was talking about the man. Don't you think he looks a lot like His Highness's painting?"

The woman wanted to complain, "Can you even understand what His Highness drew?" But when she saw Yang Pingsheng's face, she was still stunned:

"Indeed...it looks like it."

Her head was throbbing slightly, and she wasn't sure where she'd seen it before: "It feels like I've seen it somewhere before."

It's really strange. Even though she can't understand His Highness's paintings, she just feels that they resemble the person His Highness painted.

"I sense something extraordinary about that young girl; she's probably no ordinary person. Should we inform His Highness?"

"Row."

She picked up the straw hat beside her, put it on her head, and said coldly, "I'll go inform His Highness. You stay here and keep watch, don't cause any trouble."

For some reason, she felt that if possible, she should try not to provoke that little girl with the strange hair color, otherwise, she might lose her life here.

They will either die a gruesome death or be shattered to pieces.

Chapter Forty-Two Discord

Luo Benmo sensed their whispers, but she only glanced at them before turning her attention to Yang Pingsheng instead.

When the food was served, Yang Pingsheng picked up his chopsticks, but Luo Benmo didn't touch it.

She opened her mouth, "Ah..."

Helpless, Yang Pingsheng could only feed her the food.

The woman returned quickly and whispered to the man, "Let's go."

The man looked at her in surprise: "What...?"

"Let's go first and talk later."

The two got up and left in a hurry.

After finishing their meal, Yang Pingsheng packed a portion for Xiaoyu and Wen Shihan, then took Luo Benmo for a stroll around the city before returning to Immortal Valley.

At the end of the bluestone pavement, at the door of the house, Xiaoyu was already standing there, waiting for her owner to return.

"Young Master."

She smiled and came over first: "Welcome home."

The atmosphere was strange. Yang Pingsheng touched his nose and handed the food wrapped in straw paper to Xiaoyu: "We won't cook tonight, eat this instead."

He added, "My sister and I have already eaten."

"Okay," Xiaoyu said with a smile, "then I'll eat it myself."