The improved female villains regained their memories.

After a long while, it all came to an end.

As evening fell, a light rain began to fall. Yang Pingsheng put on his clothes and lit a candle.

Xiaoyu was already asleep. He covered her with the blanket, picked up the lantern, and went outside.

There is no moon tonight; thick, dark clouds obscure everything.

Thunder rumbles in the clouds.

He stood under the eaves, holding a lantern, and looked around.

Wen Shihan did not return.

Luo Benmo didn't come back either.

Because of the rain, Da Huang lay in a corner under the eaves to take shelter from the rain. The black cat that the system had transformed into jumped down from the eaves and landed at Yang Pingsheng's feet, shaking off the water.

"Hey," it greeted, "finished having fun?"

Yang Pingsheng glanced at it and said, "Something's happened."

Thunder hidden in the dark clouds could be spring thunder, or it could be Luo Benmo's spiritual root.

“Hmm.” The black cat also became serious. “I sense it. An evil aura.”

Yang Pingsheng ignored it.

The cat's mouth was full of dog talk; Yang Pingsheng had seen through the system that had returned.

A wisp of yin energy came with the wind and rain, and slowly condensed into a ghostly figure in front of Yang Pingsheng.

"Meow! (Oh my god, a ghost!)"

The black cat let out a miserable cry and darted into Yang Pingsheng's arms.

Yang Pingsheng was not afraid; he looked gently at the ghostly figure in front of him.

This isn't a ghost; it's his sister, Wen Shihan.

"Brother."

The ghostly figure spoke, and sure enough, it was Wen Shihan's voice.

"Don't go out tonight, and don't open the door for anyone."

Her tone was serious: "This is my avatar, it won't last long. I am in another place, I am safe, brother, don't worry."

"Okay." Yang Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that nothing bad had happened.

"Did something happen at the South Gate?"

"Yes, the Fourth Prince has been assassinated."

She thought for a moment and added, "The stand-in is dead."

Although the words were somewhat disjointed, Yang Pingsheng still understood Wen Shihan's meaning.

Someone ambushed the Fourth Prince and delivered a fatal blow, but unexpectedly, the person was not the Fourth Prince, but a double.

Yang Pingsheng listened to the commotion at the city gate from his courtyard. No one made any sounds of attack. On the contrary, the noise of the crowd gradually subsided as night fell.

“It wasn’t an ambush at the city gate.” Wen Shihan noticed Yang Pingsheng’s confusion and said before he could ask, “It was on the way back to the palace, when we were still some distance from the palace gate.”

The commercial street is directly in front of the palace gate, and there is a distance between the two. It was in this distance that the fourth prince was assassinated.

The ambush was carried out by an immortal who unleashed a deadly immortal technique, destroying the Fourth Prince's carriage along with its occupants.

Fortunately, it was a stand-in.

"Those old monsters in the palace have all awakened. There are True Immortal level experts among them. I need to leave the city to hide for a while. If I come back, I will implicate my brother."

As the ghost spoke, it handed over a breastplate.

"Brother, take this. If you encounter any danger, I will come immediately."

"it is good."

Yang Pingsheng nodded and accepted the breast protector.

The ghostly figure vanished, leaving only a light drizzle.

The system started shaking even more violently.

Yang Pingsheng hugged it and asked, "What's wrong?"

“Ping, Pingsheng, I have something to tell you, don’t be afraid.”

"what?"

"It's really here."

In the light rain, someone was slowly walking towards this side.

"I, I can feel it, hiss... This is bad, this is really bad."

It desperately burrowed into Yang Pingsheng's arms, rattling off a string of words: "It's ten times worse than Luo Benmo! We're going to die! We're definitely going to die! We have to run! That guy is a monster! He won't let us go! Ugh ...

"Hey, you're talking so fast, I can't understand a word you're saying."

Yang Pingsheng was a little stunned. He put down the lantern and stroked the black cat's fur, trying to calm it down.

“Ping, Pingsheng, you just don’t understand…”

"What don't I understand?"

“It’s killing intent. I can feel the killing intent. That person really wants to kill you.”

Tap, tap, stop.

The footsteps stopped.

In the light rain, someone stood in front of the door.

The black cat cried bitterly and snuggled into Yang Pingsheng's arms.

"This terrifying killing intent, ouno!! It's practically enough to tear a body to pieces!!"

"Don't be nervous, is it the third incarnation of the female villain?"

"Come on, come on? Come on!?"

The black cat screamed in despair, "She's standing right in front of the door!!!"

boom.

boom.

boom.

The sound rang out, slow and firm, like a piece of music.

Someone knocked on the door of the house in the rain.

Volume Three: The Two-Faced Emperor

Chapter 51 One Body, Two Souls

The weather in World Three is dry.

Perhaps because he had been spending so much time with Luo Benmo, he hadn't seen many sunny days. This time, it was rare to have such a clear day right from the start, and Yang Pingsheng was still a little unaccustomed to it.

He sat in a rocking chair in the courtyard, looking at the bronze mirror.

It was still his face, only his temples were gray, his face was thin, and his chin was unshaven, as if he had been through the trials of time.

He's become an uncle.

He looked to be in his forties. Yang Pingsheng was a little unsure and asked the system, "Why is he middle-aged this time?"

"Who said you're middle-aged?" The ball of light leaped out and hovered above Yang Pingsheng: "You're old."

"Huh? But it's a mirror..."

"That's the effect of the anti-aging pill; you're actually over sixty years old."

sixty……

It's a little too old.

But when he thought about how this was a world of cultivation, and that the beautiful fairy sisters were actually about the same age as old grandmothers, Yang Pingsheng felt better.

No matter what, he's still a handsome middle-aged man.

He stood up and stretched his body, making a cracking sound with each movement.

He slumped back into the rocking chair.

"Take it easy. Although the youth-preserving pill has made you look like a middle-aged person, your body is still that of an old person."

The system then relayed some information about this world to him.

"Accept it. In order to better execute the Heavenly Dao Plan, you will have to play your part."

"identity?"

"Have you ever played role-playing games? Just play the character well."

This world is not peaceful.

Just like in the second era, all the countries were at war, and the fighting was even more intense than in the second era.

The country where Yang Pingsheng lived was called the Great Yan Dynasty.

It stands majestically in the northwest, brimming with martial prowess, and with the ferocity of a tiger, it overlooks the states of the Central Plains.

The dynasty had six wise rulers, and the country's strength was growing steadily, until an immortal entered the game.

The Emperor of Great Yan died suddenly, his children were embroiled in internal strife, and the royal family waged endless wars, causing the nation's accumulated strength to vanish in an instant. It was against this backdrop that Yang Pingsheng arrived.

"Your identity in this world is the Grand Tutor of the Great Yan Dynasty, a nominal position with no real power. Now that the emperor is dead, the princes are keeping you in high esteem, ostensibly to show respect, but actually to prevent this old codger from getting involved. Besides, you won't live much longer."

"How long was given this time?"

"ten years."