The improved female villains regained their memories.

Xu Anlu managed a weak smile.

"Little Thumbs Up and Little Ears are both here, Grand Tutor. I... I haven't changed. Let's be like before, okay?"

The system promised to change, but they ultimately did not change.

Xu Anlu talked about growing up, but in the end she didn't grow up at all.

Change and growth are indeed difficult things.

People are always immersed in memories, whether happy or sad, and once they do, they can no longer move forward.

"Grand Tutor, shall we... like before?"

When Xu Anlu said this, there was a hint of pleading in her voice.

They abandoned their dignity, aspirations, and ideals, resorting to spineless pleas.

Yang Pingsheng watched, his lips moving slightly.

He wanted to say something comforting, but he couldn't say anything.

Xu Anlu is no longer the little Lu she used to be.

Her face was clean and beautiful, and her eyes were filled with determination and resolve. Even after changing her clothes, she still exuded the aura and power of a superior. When she didn't speak, she transformed back into the empress who was above all others.

What she says now, and what she wants to do, is no longer worthy of her status.

Xu Anlu, the third princess of the Qian Kingdom, is in charge of the Tiger Roar Camp in the capital.

She's no longer at the point where she should be saying such things.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, silently placed his hand on her head, and gently patted it.

"Xiao Lu".

He spoke:

Just be yourself.

If she's willing to immerse herself in false love, then let her immerse herself in it.

Everything, everything.

In the end, it's all just...

It was all just a show.

Yang Pingsheng picked up the rabbit at his feet. The rabbit, which was made of spiritual energy, did not have the reaction that a living creature should have. Holding it in his arms was more like holding a lump of jelly.

"Xiao Lu, is there something wrong with your boxing technique? Show me again."

Xu Anlu smiled broadly and nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

So be it.

If she's willing to live a leisurely life like before, indulging in coquetry as she pleases, then at least let her be like that with him.

That's settled then.

It's foolish to call yourself a savior; Yang Pingsheng no longer wants to save anyone.

The conspiracy has already caught him, and as more and more female villains return, this matter will only grow bigger and bigger like a bomb.

It's just waiting for the moment it's ignited to unleash a devastating explosion.

If Xu Anlu doesn't clash with Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo, and doesn't have any further intention of turning him into a puppet, then what's wrong with going along with her?

So, that's it.

Yang Pingsheng reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Xu Anlu's eyes.

The scorching wind blew, and the sun was dazzling yet gentle. They didn't say anything more and accepted the peace for the time being.

The rocking chair placed in the backyard was specially prepared for him by Xu Anlu.

He lay there as before, while Xu Anlu stood in front of him, bowed, and then punched him repeatedly.

Her fist, firm yet gentle, yearning, struggling, and full of awareness, mixed with indescribable emotions, pierced through the torrent of space and landed squarely in Yang Pingsheng's heart.

Punch after punch, even the summer breeze seemed to applaud her.

After finishing, Yang Pingsheng smiled and said, "Xiao Lu, well done."

"Really!?"

She came running over with great momentum, her eyes shining brighter than the sun.

The light was so bright it was almost blinding. Yang Pingsheng smiled and patted her head again: "Really, just as good as before."

Her hand gently brushed through her hair, and Xu Anlu's lips moved as she softly uttered, "Grand Tutor, I...I want to..."

"Ok?"

"That, that, it's you..."

"what?"

"You said before that you didn't want to teach me, right?"

"..."

"And now?"

Xu Anlu raised her head, her watery eyes conveying a lot of meaning.

"May I address you by name—"

"--gentlemen?"

I want to stay with my husband.

I want to be with my husband forever.

I want to hold my husband's hand and stroll through the food street one more time.

But most importantly, I want to call him Mr.

"Would you be willing to teach me now?"

Looking at the face of the person in front of him, Yang Pingsheng's thoughts traveled back in time to the past.

Previously, in that small courtyard, the system told him, "Reject her."

So he said, "No."

He still remembered Xu Anlu's pitiful expression as she asked, "Why?"

"Because you are not my disciple."

“I can become an apprentice.”

"I'm not taking on any more apprentices."

Everything we say and do is predetermined by the system.

Now, there is no system.

The system will no longer teach him; on the contrary, the system now relies on him.

So, can he do things according to his own ideas?

The first incarnation was Wen Shihan, and the second incarnation was Luo Benmo.

Memories surged, bringing forth many sad recollections.

Is it possible to do things according to one's own ideas now?

I don't know Yang Pingsheng.

However, he knew that he should now respond to the girl's expectations.

Yang Pingsheng patted Xu Anlu's head firmly and smiled, saying:

"it is good."

At that moment, the sunlight shone on the two of them.

Xu Anlu's smile was brighter than the sunlight; it was a genuine smile.

With all her might, she took his hand and said:

"gentlemen!"

"Xiao Lu, we've found Mr. Lu!"

Qianguo, Tianhuzong.

In the misty palace, a female immortal sat, carefully examining a report as she held the talisman passed down from below.

She wore a long, sheer dress, her skin was as white as snow, and her long black stockings hung down to her waist. There was a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and she had a slender figure. Her brows exuded a captivating charm.

It was the owner of Zuixianlou, but Heaven showed him no mercy.

She focused her attention on the information conveyed by the talisman, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Two other people accompanied him in the main hall: one was an old woman with kind eyes and a bent back weaving cloth, and the other was a disheveled old man who was fast asleep on the ground, holding a wine gourd.

Seeing Tian Bulian smile, the old woman squinted and said, "Looks like something good is going to happen. Could it be that Boss Tian's Drunken Immortal Pavilion has some unexpected gain?"

“Mother-in-law, you’re teasing me again.” Tian Bulian replied with a smile, “I did see some interesting news, but it’s nothing to mention.”

"Hmm...that seems like a good thing."

"Whether something is good or bad, it all depends on human effort."

The Heavenly Guardian Sect.

The most mysterious sect in the entire Qian Kingdom, no, to be precise, in the entire world.

No one knows where the sect's headquarters are located, nor who its sect leader is. As a top sect in the Qian Kingdom, it seems to have no interest in worldly affairs. In the entire capital, apart from Tian Bulian, who is suspected to be the sect leader of the Wentian Sect, you can't see any other disciples of the Wentian Sect.

Who the sect leader is, who the deputy sect leader is, and who the various elders are—these are all unknown.

hum-

A strong tremor entered the main hall. Tian Bulian crushed the talisman, the Weaver Girl put down her needlework, and the slovenly uncle opened his eyes. They all went out of the hall at the same time and looked in the direction from which the tremor came.