The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Grand Tutor, let's have a sparring session!"

"Grand Tutor, I also want to learn the technique of shooting with both hands!"

Yang Pingsheng's memories became increasingly vivid, and he even forgot to feed the fish.

"Minor Cold".

"Ok?"

What color is the Third Princess's hair?

"Of course it's black."

"Only that freak Luo Benmo has white hair," Wen Shihan added in his mind.

"Then... does she ever turn red?"

"Hey?"

"So... when you were observing, did you notice her hair color turning red?"

"No."

Wen Shihan shook his head, finding it strange. Whose hair changes color?

"It's nothing, just asking."

He put away the fish food and got up.

Luo Benmo went out again, this time demanding a full 100,000 taels of silver. The amount he asked for was getting more and more outrageous, and even if Yang Pingsheng was magnanimous, he couldn't ignore it.

However, he couldn't ask Wen Shihan to keep an eye on Luo Benmo, as Luo Benmo was stronger than her, and having Wen Shihan keep an eye on him might have the opposite effect.

I've mastered the operation of my spiritual root, and it's almost time to start practicing my killing moves.

Immortal killing moves initially require learning from others' common killing moves. Once proficient, one can then condense an immortal artifact and use it to mobilize one's own spiritual energy to create one's own immortal killing move.

Common immortal techniques are usually stored in scrolls. They are not rare items for immortal sects, but for mortals, they are extremely rare to see. Some powerful families in the capital may have a few scrolls of these techniques, but they will certainly be heavily guarded and not easily seen by others.

As he pondered, Yang Pingsheng looked at the black cat basking in the sun on the roof not far away and thought to himself, "I wonder if the system has one."

Logically speaking, if it can pass on time-space type immortal killing moves to Yang Pingsheng, then passing on some general killing moves shouldn't be a problem.

but……

Yang Pingsheng looked away, deciding to give up on it.

"Xiao Han, the Fourth Prince is coming back today. Could you go and keep an eye on him for me?"

"Alright, I'll send an avatar."

“No.” Yang Pingsheng shook his head. “You’d better go in person.”

When the Fourth Prince returns to the city, he will definitely be accompanied by experts. Sending Wen Shihan in his true form will make it easier to adapt to any special circumstances.

"But……"

Luo Benmo isn't here today, so it's a rare opportunity to spend more time with my brother.

Wen Shihan sighed, didn't voice his thoughts, and obediently went.

The courtyard was quiet now. Xiaoyu was drying clothes on the other side, and Yang Pingsheng was the only one left by the pond.

Let's take a break and practice for a while.

If the general killing moves don't work, then practice the time-space killing moves first.

In the afternoon, Wen Shihan hadn't returned yet, but Luo Benmo did. Xiaoyu had just finished cooking, and Yang Pingsheng and she were sitting at the table. Seeing Luo Benmo approach the hall, she greeted her, "Sister, would you like to eat together?"

"I'm leaving right away." She said succinctly, walked up to Yang Pingsheng, and held out her hand: "Brother, give me some money."

"..."

Yang Pingsheng put down the chopsticks he had just picked up and sighed helplessly, asking, "Sister, how much more do you want?"

"Two hundred thousand, in silver notes."

"...Sister, do you know what two hundred thousand means?"

"know."

"That……"

"I want."

Luo Benmo looked at Yang Pingsheng, pouting, and said, "Give it to me."

For some reason, Yang Pingsheng felt like he was raising a daughter.

Although she had a lot of retirement money, she couldn't let Luo Benmo spend it like that. Most importantly, he didn't even know what she was doing. Yang Pingsheng grasped Luo Benmo's hands, preparing to give his older sister a good talking-to:

"Sister, 200,000 is a lot of money. We can't spend it recklessly."

Don't you have one?

"It's not a question of whether it exists or not."

"If you don't have it, I can go and steal it."

Having ruled the den of villains for so many years, Luo Benmo did it all by robbing.

If her younger brother is short of money, she can turn the tables and rob him on the outskirts of the capital if she can't.

"Sister, if you keep doing this, I'm going to get angry."

This idea won't work; at least here, Yang Pingsheng absolutely cannot let her act according to her old ways.

Nine lifetimes of ups and downs have aged Yang Pingsheng's soul; he is no longer the naive youth he once was. Luo Benmo looked at him, and instinctively shrank back, saying, "But I need it."

She always has a point.

Yang Pingsheng sighed and finally handed the silver notes to Luo Benmo. There was nothing he could do; after all, she was his sister.

Luo Benmo saw the money, snatched it, gave Yang Pingsheng a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran away.

Watching her retreating figure, Yang Pingsheng felt quite helpless.

Xiaoyu picked up her bowl and chopsticks: "Spoiling children is not good."

"There's nothing we can do, it's her fault..."

Ok?

Yang Pingsheng looked up at Xiaoyu, somewhat surprised.

What did she just say?

Chapter Fifty: A Shocking Stab

"Xiaoyu, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing, young master, please eat."

Xiaoyu smiled as she served food to Yang Pingsheng.

There was something about her smile that made Yang Pingsheng uneasy.

strange.

Today was indeed a strange day. Xiaoyu hid in the house early in the morning, doing who knows what. Luo Benmo asked Yang Pingsheng for money twice. Wen Shihan still hasn't returned. Putting aside the first two, he was a little worried about Wen Shihan.

The exact time of the Fourth Prince's return is unknown; all that is known is that he will return today. The noise from the southern part of the city can still be heard from here, indicating that the Fourth Prince has not yet entered the city.

It's possible that Wen Shihan was waiting nearby.

They are at least at the Celestial Immortal realm; even if something happens, it can't be done quietly.

Yang Pingsheng thought for a moment, then picked up his bowl and chopsticks.

A gentle breeze drifted into the courtyard, making the sounds outside seem quieter. The afternoon sun was blinding, almost too bright to look directly at.

Yang Pingsheng lay on a rocking chair in the courtyard, looking at the blue sky.

The spiritual root operates automatically, and the foundation of spiritual energy is already sufficient to reach the Earth Immortal Realm. What it lacks now is a deadly immortal technique.

He was somewhat worried and didn't know what to do.

Xiaoyu walked over to Yang Pingsheng and massaged his arm.

"Young Master seems a little tired."

"...I'm thinking about something."

"Can Xiaoyu help?"

"You can't help."

He looked at Xiaoyu, who smiled gently, her eyes conveying a smile.

What a gentle woman.

This was what he received from the system: a beautiful woman, an ordinary woman.

He should have spent the rest of his life with her, but the return of the female villains made it difficult for him to focus his heart on her again.

He wronged her.

Xiaoyu is a mortal, and mortals shouldn't get involved in these things.

He certainly had doubts about Xiaoyu's identity. After all, she was a woman the system had found from who-knows-where, and Yang Pingsheng couldn't completely trust her.

But so what?

Yang Ping sighed deeply. He and Xiao Yu, everything that should have happened and shouldn't have happened, had happened.

She was both gentle and obedient, and never questioned the origins of Luo Benmo and Wen Shihan, only embracing everything with her boundless tenderness.

No, it's less about tolerance and more about indulgence.

"Young master, we haven't done this in a long time."

Her soft, boneless hand rested on Yang Pingsheng's arm, conveying their affection.

"us……"

Yang Pingsheng looked at Xiaoyu, his eyes like the moon hidden in the clouds.