The improved female villains regained their memories.

"What is this?" Wang Tiande squinted his eyes.

"I've finished the improved Five-Colored Powder that you asked me to make." She bowed respectfully and presented it with both hands. "It's even more effective and more addictive than the Five-Colored Powder. Don't worry, Godfather, in less than three months, people will forget about the Five-Colored Powder and instead be captivated by our product."

"Hahaha, excellent, excellent! With my son here, conquering the world is as easy as taking candy from a baby! Guards, reward them!"

He clapped his hands, and soon someone carried in a full load of gold and silver jewelry. Su Murong was overjoyed, his eyes widening as he looked at the treasures, and he repeatedly thanked them.

Amidst Wang Tiande's loud laughter, Su Murong respectfully withdrew, but once outside the tent, the smile and greed on his face vanished, leaving only calmness.

"..."

Her calm eyes swept across the entire military camp as she walked step by step toward her own tent.

Night fell, the moon was bright and the stars were few. She changed her clothes and left her tent.

At the camp gate, patrolling soldiers carried torches and marched in groups. She looked around and spotted a lone soldier standing in a corner, so she waved to him and said, "Hey!"

Hearing the noise, the man looked up in bewilderment. Seeing that it was Su Murong, he laughed and said, "Mr. Su, I'm on night watch, so I can't test the medicine for you."

"What are you saying? Am I that bad? My godfather rewarded me today, and I exchanged it for some wine to drink with my brothers."

"This, this isn't right..."

The soldiers on the camp lowered their heads and laughed, "Everyone who sees this gets a share, Mr. Su. Don't forget your brother here too!"

"Come on, everyone!"

Although the Zhili Army was stronger than the Miscellaneous Army, it wasn't much stronger. Soon, several people gathered around and drank the wine mixed with a mind-numbing agent. Then, one by one, they stood back in a daze.

Su Murong waved in front of them to make sure no one was paying attention to him, then swaggered out the door.

The Wang family army was stationed on the official road leading to the capital of Yan in the north. Since they had not yet entered the pass, the area outside the camp was still filled with swirling sandstorms.

Su Murong stood on the sand, made sure no one was around, and whistled.

"call--"

Behind a rock not far away, a small white tiger emerged from the ground. It shook off the dust, ran over, and roared at Su Murong in a cute, childlike voice:

"Awooo!"

Su Murong slapped it: "Speak like a human being."

The little white tiger was slapped for no reason and felt a little wronged: "You said that 'roaring' was very powerful."

Clear human language, and the voice is that of a little girl.

"We're handing over intelligence now, why bother with grand gestures? The intelligence is right here, give me the money."

The little white tiger muttered "money-grubber" and spat out a small piece of gold. Then, it watched as Su Murong accepted the gold, took an envelope from his pocket, and asked, "What's this?"

“You don’t understand the marching route. Take it back and show it to your clan chief.”

"Are we finally going to hiss people?" the little white tiger exclaimed excitedly. "I'm going to hiss people, hahahahahaha!"

"Fuck your mother's head." Su Murong slapped it again. "You slurred your tongue and still want to kill people? Kill my ass! Hurry up and send the intelligence back."

The little white tiger whimpered, lowered its head, picked up the envelope, and ran off. Su Murong watched it disappear into the distance, then turned and returned to the military camp.

Back in her tent, she used the candlelight to spread out a sheet of white paper and wrote another letter.

After writing and sealing the letter, she took it from under the bed, retrieved a pigeon cage, tied the letter to the pigeon's leg, and released the pigeon into the night.

Then, she took out another letter, stepped out of the tent again, and met someone in a corner of the camp.

"Mr. Su."

The newcomer was dressed in armor, indistinguishable from the soldiers in appearance, but his words were shocking: "General Guan is still waiting for our intelligence."

"I know."

"You know, you only have one chance to contact me, and you've used it. This means you have solid evidence that Wang Tiande is communicating with the barbarians, right?"

"Yes."

“Alright!” A resolute look appeared in the man’s eyes. “In that case, for the sake of the country, please hand it over to me. My brothers and I will risk our lives to deliver it.”

"no problem."

Su Murong smiled, but there was something hidden in that smile.

Her hand reached into her pocket, and with lightning speed, she crushed the pill inside. Smoke billowed out, and the person who had just entered was caught off guard. After coughing violently, they soon realized they had lost their voice.

"Guards! Catch the traitor!"

Su Murong shoved the envelope into the man's arms, then grabbed his leg and screamed at the top of his lungs.

The shouts were deafening, waking everyone in the military camp.

In an instant, torches blazed brightly, illuminating the night sky and reflecting the stunned faces of the people.

Chapter 152 The Barefoot Doctor

"quack--"

Outside the window, the bright sunshine was accompanied by birdsong. Hearing the noise, Yang Pingsheng put down his medicine-pounding tools, got up, and stood by the window.

Outside the window, a little girl stood there, holding an egg in her hand, looking at him somewhat restlessly.

"doctor."

She called out, her dirty face looking up with timidity: "Mother said, thank you for saving Father."

She offered it with her tightly clenched hand, then opened it, revealing two eggs in her palm.

Yang Pingsheng waved his hand, and the little girl hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. As she got closer, he picked up a handkerchief and carefully wiped the dirt off her face.

"Thank you."

Yang Pingsheng smiled and took the egg, looked at it, and then put it back in the little girl's hand: "But you can have this one."

The little girl's throat bobbed twice, and she looked on longingly, but still said, "But, this is from your mother."

“I know, but now, I’m giving it to you.”

The little girl seemed to understand but not quite, and Yang Pingsheng watched her leave before closing the window.

For ten years, Yang Pingsheng practiced medicine, traveling all over the northern border like a barefoot doctor.

There weren't many like the little girl, but there were quite a few as well. The gifts they gave him were usually eggs, clothes, or some kind of handicraft. The most extravagant gift they ever gave him was a sheep, but he usually declined. For him, witnessing their love was the best gift they could give him.

In his first life, he was accompanied; in his second life, he was dependent; and in his third life, he was carefree. In the first three lives, Yang Pingsheng's perspective was always focused on the female villain. He either followed his own ideas or the system's steps to carry out the plan of the Heavenly Dao, but he never saw this world, nor the masses of people living under the will of the world.

Ten years had passed, and his soul seemed to have aged a little more. These ten years surpassed the accumulated time of his previous three lifetimes. The desolate northern deserts reminded him of his past life, his ancestral home—

—A desolate land, with yellow sand sweeping across the hills, and as far as the eye can see, ravines crisscross the landscape, all that remains is a vast expanse of desolation.

As he stepped onto the land of the North, his heart returned to his first life.

That was even earlier, before he came into contact with the system and the Heavenly Dao, in his previous life.

He wore clothes made of coarse cloth, his arms were thin and bony, his shoes were old and without laces, his pants were patched, and he held a hard, dry steamed bun in his hand, which he swallowed with water.

He stared blankly at the crushed medicine until the system's voice pulled him back from his reverie:

"The female villain is nearby."

The ball of light flew out, circled around him, and finally materialized, hitting him in the face: "Pay attention, we need to continue our mission!"

It didn't hurt; on the contrary, it felt soft. Yang Pingsheng subconsciously reached out and caught it: "Have we arrived yet?"

"Yes, we've been stationed nearby with Wang Tiande's troops since last night. Ah ha, this damn observation period is finally over!"

The system's tone was excited. Yes, no one expected such a large gap to appear in the plan.

Ten years ago, Liuyun City was massacred. Suddenly, the system told Yang Pingsheng, "Don't go back. Let's go. Heaven says we have to wait ten years."

Wait ten years, observe for ten years, and then a new plan can begin.

Su Murong's situation was located by the system and tracked in real time every day, while Yang Pingsheng could go wherever he wanted.

Just avoid getting too close to the female villain.

So Yang Pingsheng spent ten years as a barefoot doctor in the northern border, listening to the system's reports and doing his own thing every day.

He can finally do what he wants to do.

"I want to become a doctor and heal the sick."

Perhaps recalling what he had said to Su Murong, Yang Pingsheng could have found a place to hide and live a carefree life, but he did not do so. Instead, he traveled all over the northern border, providing free medical treatment to those who needed it.

Because of the war between the barbarians and the Yan Kingdom, the number of defeated soldiers and bandits suddenly increased. Relying on the spiritual energy given by the system, Yang Pingsheng would also draw his sword to help when he saw injustice.

Killing and saving lives—Yang Pingsheng lived like this for ten years.

"Let's see if the foreshadowing is all set up, daily reflections diary."

"Have."

Two pieces of candy.

"Have."

"Very good." The system said with satisfaction, "Flawless. We have already destroyed Su Murong's popularity chart and team. Now, we need to destroy her understanding of humanity, make her fearful and trembling!"

"Final victory belongs to the will of Heaven!"

The system cheered, like a fanatical believer. Yang Pingsheng didn't say anything, his gaze falling on the notebook and two pieces of candy on the table.

The sugar was conjured by the system using its power; it's just ordinary sugar, the only difference being that it will never spoil. As for the notebook, it's Yang Pingsheng's daily medical reflections, essentially a diary. However, the system specifically required him to write more about caring for Su Murong in the notebook, to carry on with his kindness and simplicity to the end.

Since that's the case, Yang Pingsheng wrote it according to his own ideas. He was indeed quite worried about Su Murong.

"According to the calculations, Wang Tiande's troops will be stationed in this small village tomorrow. You can have another day of free time today. I'll go back to observe Su Murong."

Ignoring the window's obstruction, the light sphere flew out of the window. Yang Pingsheng watched the system leave and continued pounding his medicine.

Having prepared the medicine, he picked up his suitcase and went outside.

As the sun set, Yang Pingsheng returned with weary steps. The little girl from that morning was waiting for him at the door.

"doctor."

She walked up to him and handed him the food she was holding: "Thank you."

As Yang Pingsheng looked down at her, an image of Su Murong suddenly flashed before his eyes.