The improved female villains regained their memories.

In the end, Wen Shihan emerged victorious. She truly used any means necessary to win, repeatedly snatching the landlord role and using all her acting skills to deceive people. Moreover, there was one time when she tried to use spiritual energy to fake Xu Anlu's cheating, but Luo Benmo caught her and deducted half of her points.

Even so, she still emerged victorious in the end.

As the game drew to a close, Wen Shihan glanced triumphantly at the two men, packed his bags, and moved into the room next to Yang Pingsheng's. Xiaoyu put away her cards, gently said goodnight, and went back to her room to sleep.

Only Luo Benmo and Xu Anlu remained in the pavilion.

Luo Benmo had no desire to chat with her and turned to leave, but Xu Anlu raised her hand and called out to her, "Please wait a moment."

Luo Benmo stopped, turned his head, and asked in a still icy tone, "What is it?"

Don't you want to win?

In the five rounds of Dou Dizhu, Luo Benmo had little fighting spirit from the first round. In the following four rounds, she did the same as in the first round, putting away her cards and closing her eyes halfway through.

She clearly felt no less affection for the Grand Tutor than she did, and even wanted to fight with her to take the Grand Tutor away before playing cards. So why did she suddenly lose her enthusiasm? Xu Anlu didn't understand.

"Leave me alone?"

Luo Benmo didn't give him a friendly look, replied with a single sentence, and left.

Xu Anlu couldn't understand Luo Benmo's behavior, of course.

As the person with the strongest intuition and also a person with extraordinary talent, Luo Benmo has the deepest understanding of "The Record of Cultivation of the Heavenly Path" among the three.

It's just the right to stay in a room, or even the room next door. What's there to argue about?

What she wanted was never just a room.

What she wanted was Yang Pingsheng, her brother, a brother who belonged exclusively to her.

Her intuition told her that there was no need to fight for this, so she didn't.

In the end, as long as she wins, that's enough.

Chapter 122 The Past That Cannot Be Returned To

There were no open or covert schemes, nor any undercurrents.

After Xu Anlu returned, Yang Pingsheng finally got a good night's sleep, something he rarely did.

When he woke up the next day, Wen Shihan was already standing at his door. The morning light shone on her face, her black hair tied in a single ponytail swayed in the wind, and she was carrying a basin of water and a towel, with a big smile on her face.

Good morning, brother.

"Ah... hello."

"Go wash up, brother."

"it is good."

The cool well water splashed on his face, washing away his tired sleepiness. Yang Pingsheng let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the lingering coolness from the inside out.

Is summer approaching? Yang Pingsheng looked up and saw the willow trees in the courtyard swaying in the breeze.

Not much dew was left last night, but the air still faintly retained various spiritual energies of different attributes.

He put down the towel, glanced at Wen Shihan who was beaming with joy, and subconsciously asked, "Where's Xiaoyu?"

In the past, Xiaoyu always did these things, and now that Wen Shihan has taken over, it feels a bit strange.

"Sister Xiaoyu lives in Xiyuan, so it's a bit of a hassle for her to come over. I live next to my brother, so I thought it would be better if I came instead."

"I see..."

He walked down to the porch and noticed the room next door, realizing that Wen Shihan must have slept there last night.

A dragonfly flew low by, its wings vibrating rapidly, disrupting the summer heat. Yang Pingsheng watched it and talked to Wen Shihan:

"What about the rest?"

"My brother's sister is also in the West Garden. As for that madwoman, I don't know."

The "crazy woman" refers to Xu Anlu. It's clear that Wen Shihan doesn't have a good impression of that woman.

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly, patted her head, and asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"

“If you don’t mind, brother, I can make it for you.”

"Okay."

Wen Shihan took a step forward, hugged him, pressed his cheek against the other's chest, felt the breath enveloping him, and inhaled it greedily.

The fire of obsession burns ever brighter and longer, perhaps hidden beneath an ordinary exterior in daily life, but it will still blaze fiercely at crucial moments.

Yang Pingsheng patted her head, his gaze fixed on the sky, lost in thought.

"Xiaohan, what are your plans for today?"

"Serving my elder brother!"

"Xiao Han has become very reliable."

The scorching sunlight couldn't penetrate the girl's black hair. Wen Shihan's gaze focused on Yang Pingsheng's face, and he smiled.

"Xiaohan will always follow her brother."

During breakfast, Luo Benmo ran off with the money, Xu Anlu was not there, and Xiaoyu said she was not feeling well, so breakfast time turned into a private time for Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan.

The steamed pastries, shaped like kittens, were emitting heat. Wen Shihan smiled and placed the pastries on Yang Pingsheng's plate.

"Brother, try this."

The cat-shaped pastry, with its left paw slightly raised and its tail standing upright, looks quite adorable.

Yang Pingsheng took a bite of his head and chewed it carefully.

"Sweet..."

"I added some black rice, and the filling is red bean paste. Doesn't my brother like it?"

"I don't dislike it at all, it's delicious."

"Is that so? That's good."

Wen Shihan chuckled and used his chopsticks to cut a kitten-shaped pastry in half.

The black cat, which was perched on the eaves, broke out in a cold sweat and scurried into the doghouse, too scared to come out.

"What are your plans for today, brother?"

"I want to further consolidate my cultivation. Could Xiao Han keep an eye on the situation in the capital for me?"

"no problem."

With Xu Baxian assassinated and the royal family facing their fate, the capital city is now filled with the atmosphere of impending doom.

Most shops were closed, except for Zuixianlou. Even so, few people dared to patronize it. The Fourth Prince's men surrounded Zuixianlou, looking like they were about to start a major conflict.

No one knew what the fourth prince was planning to do.

He was clearly afraid of offending the heavens before, but now he acts like he doesn't care at all. I wonder what he's up to.

Xu Anlu's return has essentially confirmed Yang Pingsheng's current precarious situation. He must seize the time and strive to reach the Celestial Immortal realm before the next female villain finds him.

A superior killing move can bridge the gap in cultivation levels. That's why, even though the system gave him the Heavenly Immortal realm, he could still boast of defeating the old monster in the capital. He just wanted to intimidate the female villain; the Heavenly Immortal realm alone wasn't enough.

Wen Shihan, Luo Benmo, and Xu Anlu each have their own signature moves. Xu Anlu herself even possesses forbidden killing techniques. Once they all become true immortals, they will be no ordinary true immortals.

At the very least, Yang Pingsheng himself must possess the strength of a True Immortal to have a chance to suppress these female villains.

For now, we can only use a stopgap measure to balance the two.

Yang Pingsheng sighed, looked up and saw Wen Shihan's smiling face, and couldn't help but smile slightly himself.

I spent my first breakfast of summer with Wen Shihan.

After the meal, Wen Shihan left the residence to gather intelligence. Yang Pingsheng sat alone in the backyard garden, cross-legged, circulating the faint earth elemental energy around him.

The body tempering and purification are complete; the next step is to familiarize myself with the immortal killing moves again.

"..."

The problem lies here: he can use the forbidden killing moves granted by the system, but he cannot use the common killing moves that everyone usually uses. This makes it impossible for him to sense the origin of the soul and thus extract his own immortal artifact.

Just as they were struggling with this problem, a voice came from the top of the wall.

"Grand Tutor!"

A loud voice, sunlight shining on the wall, black hair being blown by a breeze, a hand swaying, excited eyes meeting Yang Pingsheng's raised gaze.

It was Xu Anlu. She wasn't wearing armor or official robes, but rather a simple linen dress, without any makeup, and she greeted him with a smile.

"Morning!"

Her cheerful demeanor is just like it was back then.

"Grand Tutor, come watch me practice boxing!!"

She jumped down from the wall, landing lightly like a bird on the soil of the garden.

That innocent smile, radiating from the corners of her mouth, truly resembled her appearance back then.

But in the end, there's no going back.

"Xiao Lu." Yang Pingsheng stood up.

"Is the Grand Tutor cultivating himself?"

"That's it."

"I see!"

There was a moment of silence.

Her smile gradually faded, and the corners of her mouth turned down. Only then did Yang Pingsheng notice that a new ahoge (cowlick) had appeared on Xu Anlu's head.

However, it was forcibly erected using spiritual energy.

Sure enough, what is fake will always be fake, and can never become real.

Xu Anlu looked somewhat disappointed, lowered her head, and asked softly, "Does the Grand Tutor not like me like this?"

She opened her arms. A small bird formed from red spiritual energy landed on Yang Pingsheng's shoulder, and a small red rabbit appeared at his feet.

"look."