The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Yes, elder brother."

Wen Shihan nodded, closed the door, and left. She had just reached the corridor when she encountered Luo Benmo, who had stopped her. The happy expression on her face vanished instantly, and she asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Luo Benmo also looked at her coldly and asked, "You went out alone with my brother?"

"So what?"

"Come with me."

Luo Benmo instantly appeared in front of Wen Shihan, grabbed her wrist, and before she could struggle, used a powerful immortal technique to teleport her to the outskirts of the city.

The world spun around him. Wen Shihan steadied himself, took a step back, and looked at Luo Benmo warily: "Why did you bring me here?"

Luo Benmo remained silent, watching her without saying a word.

Wen Shihan was startled and turned around, only to see Xu Anlu and Su Murong, who had been waiting for a long time.

Looking up, Xu Anyin floated in the sky.

She was surrounded by three female villains.

The newcomers were clearly hostile—two half-step True Immortals and a mortal with inexplicable abilities. But Wen Shihan wasn't afraid; he simply demanded in a stern voice, "What do you want?"

"Hehe, what are you doing? You're getting quite close to that old man, the Grand Tutor, aren't you?" Xu Anyin said, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws from the sky.

"Little Han, it's not good to eat alone." Xu Anlu said expressionlessly, exuding an aura of dominance.

"I was dragged in to make up the numbers," Su Murong said with a smile, but it was a sinister one, as she squeezed her fist. "However, I did it voluntarily."

"I don't like what you're doing," Luo Benmo said succinctly.

Xu Anyin had always found Yang Pingsheng's womanizing ways intolerable, and Xu Anlu, with her own strong possessive nature, had been displeased with Yang Pingsheng's interactions with Wen Shihan last night (she suspected it was because she was close to Yang Pingsheng). Su Murong harbored resentment towards Wen Shihan because of the "Red Dust Questions of Love" incident, which was why she allied with Luo Benmo and proposed dealing with Wen Shihan first. Now that they had the chance, they could give him a good beating to vent their anger. As for Luo Benmo, she wasn't wrong; she genuinely disliked Wen Shihan.

The three people and one soul harbored resentment, and Yang Pingsheng proposed to take Wen Shihan away alone. So after breakfast, they formed an alliance, determined to at least beat Wen Shihan up first, no matter what.

Wen Shihan looked at them and laughed coldly:

"This is outside the city, after all. If a fight breaks out, it will alert those old monsters. You... really dare to attack me?"

"Don't worry, I'll just use the Great Dao's Mark; there won't be any noise." Xu Anlu brandished his spear.

“Soul-based killing moves are relatively quiet,” Xu Anyin sneered.

"You can ask Sister Luo about my methods; there hasn't been a single sound." Su Murong shrugged.

“I don’t need to make such a fuss to hit you.” Luo Benmo cracked his knuckles.

Wen Shihan fell silent.

Then he turned and ran.

Chapter 212 Tianren Mountain

Wen Shihan was beaten up.

The good news is that this is her clone; the bad news is that the clone is badly injured.

Her true self hid not far away, watching helplessly as her clone was brutally beaten by the combined attack of three people and one soul.

First, Su Murong came and destroyed the clone's cultivation with a single outburst. Then, Xu Anyin added the control effect. Finally, Luo Benmo and Xu Anlu ganged up on him with their fists landing squarely.

Wen Shihan was always cautious and usually prepared multiple clones in case of unforeseen circumstances. The moment Luo Benmo grabbed her, she used a powerful immortal technique to switch places with her clones. Yin spiritual energy is known for its secrecy, and Luo Benmo did not notice it.

Now, Wen Shihan finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched them gang up on his clone.

Let those jealous women fight it out. In the end, as long as Wen Shihan wins, there's no problem.

With a cold laugh, Wen Shihan turned and went back into the city without looking back.

As soon as she returned to the corridor, she saw Yang Pingsheng push open the door and walk out. He had changed into clean clothes, was carrying a bag, and had a gentle smile on his face.

"Xiaohan, are you ready?"

"Mm." She didn't have much to pack anyway, so she nodded.

"Let's go then."

"it is good."

White clouds, blue sky, high sun, two figures darting through the clouds on swords, leaving behind faint cloud trails.

A scorching wind swept over them, and three days later, the two arrived at the designated location, Tianren Mountain.

The towering peaks pierced through the clouds, reaching straight to the sky. Because of the altitude, the temperature had dropped; it wasn't as hot as before, and even had a slightly chilly feel. Halfway up the mountain, there was an abandoned temple. The two landed there, intending to settle down in the vicinity.

Yang Pingsheng walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the sea of ​​clouds before him, and felt the magnificent scenery.

The sea of ​​clouds churned, from which flying spirit beasts emerged continuously, like fish swimming joyfully in the ocean. Wen Shihan walked over and stood next to Yang Pingsheng, saying, "Brother, we've been eating dry rations for the past three days. I'll go down and catch a spirit beast for you to try."

Yang Pingsheng carefully observed the spirit beasts, which darted away into the distance, leaving trails in the clouds.

"Okay." He thought for a moment and nodded.

Wen Shihan immediately unleashed her immortal killing move. Now that she was away from the capital, she could finally unleash her power without restraint. In mid-air, the pitch-black Yin spiritual energy fell into the sea of ​​clouds like ink, quickly turning the pure white into filth. The black mist churned and a giant hand emerged, grabbing the several jumping spirit beasts and dragging them in front of Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan.

"Brother."

Wen Shihan looked at Yang Pingsheng happily, thinking of the little girl who longed for her parents' praise.

However, Yang Pingsheng smiled and said nothing, only patting her head in response.

The sea of ​​clouds became a dark room, filled with Wen Shihan's reconnaissance-type immortal killing moves, protecting and guarding their surroundings.

After a short rest and a hearty meal of spiritual meat, the two explored Tianren Mountain again, but found no trace of any hidden treasures. The empty mountain peaks, with only the two of them present, created an eerie sense of unease.

Finally, they returned to the temple and settled there for the night.

Behind the temple was a bamboo forest, and in the middle of the forest, there was a faint sound of flowing water. Yang Pingsheng was curious, so he led Wen Shihan inside.

Waterfalls, rivers, verdant bamboo forests, and refreshing air—looking at all this, Yang Pingsheng felt much better. He watched the water flowing through the bamboo forest, the water coming down from the sky, rushing straight down, creating a breathtaking beauty.

Dark green moss climbs rampantly on the rocks, and the bamboo grove rustles in the wind, making a pleasant and melodious sound.

Yang Pingsheng walked to the riverbank, squatted down, and reached out to feel the cool river water hitting his palm. When he turned around, he saw Wen Shihan squatting by the river with him.

She rested her chin on her hand, blinking as she looked at the dress Yang Pingsheng had recently bought for her, instead of the black martial arts outfit. She tilted her head, her gaze fixed in this direction.

Yang Pingsheng's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously raised his hand and splashed water all over her face.

The glaring summer sunlight shattered and seeped into the water. Water droplets passed through Wen Shihan's face, rising into mist that blurred her features, making her appear hazy and dreamlike.

"Ah, brother!"

Wen Shihan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and started splashing water at Yang Pingsheng as well. The two childish guys, one a terrestrial immortal and the other a celestial immortal, started playing a water-splashing battle.

As night fell, Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan sat together in a corner of the temple, the bonfire in front of them burning brightly, illuminating their faces and the dilapidated temple.

Looking at the temple, for some reason, Yang Pingsheng recalled the scene when he first met the fifth female villain.

Amidst the bustling crowds, the brightly lit temple, and the stage set up, a young girl danced gracefully, captivating the world and blurring the passage of time.

Amidst the intricate plum blossom branches, below danced goddesses. He stared wide-eyed as the goddesses danced, their dance stirring the fields and bringing spring to life.

For a long time to come, he and the goddess would stay in the temple, which was their entire world.

Every time he returned after drawing lots, the goddess would sit by the railing, stretch out her two fair legs, swing them back and forth, and then ask him, "What lot did you draw today?"

At this point, he would usually answer truthfully. If the fortune was unfavorable, the goddess would reply, "You unlucky fellow, you really are unlucky."

If it's a favorable fortune slip, the goddess will reply, "I've borrowed some of your good luck; you're welcome!"

However, every time it was the goddess's turn to draw lots, she would not tell him the contents of the lots. If he asked, she would keep it tightly covered and refuse to tell him no matter what.

Many years later, she told him, "Joy is in the evening, and the time is perfect."

she says:

"Meeting you has used up all my good luck, and I can't draw a lucky number anymore."

Those words have vanished like the moon's reflection in the water, never to be retrieved again.

The final memories, altered by the system, and the so-called perfection they left behind, were ultimately nothing but emptiness. Tong Chenguang cruelly tore open this scene, leaving him with the most authentic memories.

The goddess stopped dancing; she silently watched him, transforming into the most venomous snake.

"Would killing you be the only way to get rid of all this?"

Crackle, crackle.

The sound of the campfire pulling Yang Pingsheng back to reality. He looked to his side and saw Wen Shihan leaning against him, breathing softly.

He lowered his eyes, patted Wen Shihan's head, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.

Regardless, we still have to keep going.

As he thought this, another day passed in the mortal world.

What he didn't know was that the moment he closed his eyes, a snake appeared at the foot of Tianren Mountain.

Others will come to Tianren Mountain.

In fact, some people had already arrived here a week before Yang Pingsheng's arrival.

Chapter 213 The Fifth Female Villain

"This looks like a clone."

"Damn it, I'm leaving."

"Tsk, he brought me here with his popularity for nothing. I knew something was off."

"..."

After discovering that it was a split, everyone found it boring and dispersed.

Back at the mansion, Wen Shihan and Yang Pingsheng were already gone. With no one to vent his anger on and no one he cared about around, everyone naturally went about their own business.

Before disbanding, Luo Benmo and Su Murong had a briefing.

"Tianren Mountain, I'll take my men there first," Su Murong said in a low voice. "We'll keep in touch. If Pingsheng is there too, we'd better act according to the situation. Once you've gathered your forces together, then come on over."

Luo Benmo glanced at her, did not refuse, and nodded, saying, "Okay."

So, an hour after Yang Pingsheng left with Wen Shihan, Su Murong also set off with Xuanwu and Baihu.