The improved female villains regained their memories.

"understood."

The middle-aged woman stood up and bowed to Yang Pingsheng, saying, "I entrust everything to the Grand Tutor."

She pushed the child to the front and slowly backed away.

"I'll send it to you."

Yang Pingsheng got up and followed her outside.

The middle-aged woman looked at Yang Pingsheng, opened her mouth, and hesitated, "Grand Tutor, actually my sister..."

"Stop talking," Yang Pingsheng interrupted her. "I already said, let's not talk about the past."

He had neither the interest nor the need to know the background information that the system had assigned him.

The middle-aged woman sighed, and finally whispered, "Thank you, Grand Tutor," before disappearing into the night with a light touch of her toes.

Excellent skill, but lacking in spiritual energy. The middle-aged woman is not an immortal; what she just performed was probably some kind of light-body technique.

In this life, the system did not grant him any power; in its own words, "There's no need for it."

The way of Heaven is vast and all-encompassing, yet nothing escapes its reach; we simply wait for it to arrange things.

Looking at the moonlight, Yang Pingsheng decided to return to the inner room.

Just then, a loud bang came from the inner room.

He went inside, where a shattered vase lay on the floor, and Xiaozhu stood angrily beside it.

The culprit was the young girl who had just come in. She seemed flustered, looked up at Yang Pingsheng, and whispered, "I'm...I'm sorry, Grand Tutor, I..."

"I just told you not to move," Xiaozhu rebuked, clearly genuinely angry.

Yang Pingsheng walked over and looked at the female villain in this life.

She wore a white shirt, had black hair tied with a red ribbon in her hair, and had big, watery eyes that made her look incredibly endearing.

He crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl: "What's your name?"

"Xu...Xu Anlu".

Xu Anlu, the name of the female villain in this life, is only the name on the surface.

Yang Pingsheng glanced at the fragments on the ground; they were blue and white porcelain, and must have been quite valuable.

"How did it break?"

"Curious... I'm sorry, Grand Tutor, I know I was wrong."

"It's alright, just be more careful next time. Xiaozhu, take her to her room."

Xiaozhu was unwilling to give up: "Grand Tutor, that's your favorite..."

"Take her to her room."

"Yes."

Xiao Zhu glared at her and said, "Come with me." Then she walked in front of her.

Xu Anlu obediently followed, and when they reached the door, she turned back to look at Yang Pingsheng.

A flash of red.

Yang Pingsheng, who was picking up the fragments, looked up and saw that the red color had disappeared.

There was no one at the entrance.

illusion?

"It's not an illusion." The system transformed into a ball of light and flew out of Yang Pingsheng's body. "What you felt was another soul inside the female villain's body. She was just watching you."

"I see."

After tidying up the floor, Yang Pingsheng's back started to ache. He supported his back and slowly sat down in a chair.

So, what's the next step?

"Teach them, don't you know Xiaozhu and Xiaohua's backgrounds? It's time to teach them tomorrow."

"Me, going to class?"

That's not a problem. When he was alive, Yang Pingsheng was a teacher. Giving classes is just returning to his old profession.

The problem is, what should he teach? He can't possibly teach Chinese, math, or English.

“Teach these.”

The system's light sphere condensed into several bamboo slips, which were then placed on Yang Pingsheng's desk.

He went up and picked them up to look at them; they were all books like "The Art of War" and "The Thirty-Six Stratagems."

"...Teach this?"

“Teach this.”

Yang Pingsheng glanced at them all briefly: "Where's the female villain?"

"Never mind, let her play by herself."

"I thought I was going to teach the female villain a lesson."

"No, you can't teach now."

"why?"

"Why ask so many questions? Just follow what Heaven says."

As the light sphere spoke, it added, "By the way, the female villain's two souls can communicate within her body, which is difficult for me to monitor."

"If you don't want to monitor me, then you don't have to."

I thought you would care about that.

"There's nothing to worry about." Yang Pingsheng sat down in his chair, picked up Sun Tzu's Art of War, and began reading from the beginning, his eyes lowered as he said:

"You say, I do, it's that simple."

Chapter Fifty-Three: A Community of Souls

The female villain in this life is a dual-soul entity.

They were twins, but the body of the one who was just born died for no reason, and her soul somehow ended up in the body of the one who was born later, thus becoming one body with two souls.

This is the female villain's biggest secret, one that even their birth mothers don't know.

That superfluous soul remained dormant for eight years, and it wasn't until Xu Anlu was eight years old that she began to communicate with her younger sister for the first time.

One night, Xu Anlu, who was asleep, was pulled into a strange space. A red-haired girl looked at her seriously and said:

"I am your sister."

"Hey?"

Xu Anlu was somewhat at a loss: "My sister?"

"Yes, your sister. Listen, this is your biggest secret. You can't tell anyone, not even our mother, understand?"

Why?

"I'm your sister, you have to listen to me. In this world, I'm the only one who won't hurt you, understand?"

"Oh."

When she woke up in the morning, she ran to her mother and said, "Mother, I had a very strange dream last night. Someone said she was my sister."

"Hey?"

That evening, Xu Anlu was pulled into that space again, and the person who claimed to be her sister slapped her.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Why...why did you hit me?

"Because of your stupidity! You are just an eight-year-old child. My body died when you were born, and your mother never told you. You said you dreamed about me. How could your mother not be surprised? Even if it is a coincidence, anything is possible in this world. If I am not mistaken, your mother told your aunt about this today. That woman is very likely to ask someone else to examine you."

"Huh? Is that so? Did I mess things up?"

"Nonsense! Do as I say. When you wake up tomorrow, tell your mother that you had another dream. You dreamt that a little boy said he was your brother, do you hear me?"

"understood……"

“If you don’t do as I say, I’ll tear your mouth apart tomorrow night.”

"I'll do it, don't be so mean..."

So the next morning, Xu Anlu did as the red-haired girl said, and sure enough, her mother didn't ask anyone else, and the matter was over.

From then on, Xu Anlu had an older sister, an older sister that no one knew.

"You say you're my sister, but why don't you have a name?"

In the pitch-black space of consciousness, Xu Anlu looked at this so-called older sister with curiosity.

“Who said I don’t have a name?” The red-haired girl rolled her eyes. “My name is Xu Anyin. Remember it, don’t forget it. I don’t want to say it a second time.”

"But didn't you say that your physical body died at birth? If you died, your mother shouldn't have given you a name, so how do you know your name?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? Just remember what I'm telling you. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

"So fierce..."

Although she seemed fierce, Xu Anlu realized that this red-haired girl might really be her older sister.

The two look very similar, yet not quite. They are similar because their features are identical, but not quite similar because Xu Anlu has black hair and looks well-behaved and cute, while Xu Anyin has red hair and, despite her young age, possesses a natural allure.

Although she possessed an innate allure, deep within her soul lay a tyrannical aura.

Every night, Xu Anlu would come to the consciousness space to meet Xu Anyin.

As they became more familiar with each other, the two were even able to communicate through consciousness during the day. In some instances, Xu Anyin could even control the body for a while, provided Xu Anlu agreed.

With the help of her older sister, Xu Anlu thrived and grew up safely.

Now, Xu Anlu lies on an unfamiliar bamboo bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling in the darkness.

This is the room that Yang Pingsheng asked Xiaozhu to prepare especially for her. She is all alone in the room.