The improved female villains regained their memories.

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Yang Pingsheng held her hand as they walked down the street. He asked her what she wanted to do in the future, and she answered without hesitation that she wanted to become a superior person, because that way she could escape poverty and no longer have to make her brother and herself suffer so much.

But actually, she had another idea, but she kept it to herself and never said it.

As a child, she loved to eat flower tea cakes, and the old lady next door would always give them to her. She would take the old lady's hand, place two flower tea cakes in her hand, and say with a smile:

"Eat up, Xiaohan. This piece is yours, and that piece is your brother's."

She touched her head and told her, "You two siblings have had it so tough. Sigh, just surviving..."

Just to stay alive is already a tremendous effort.

Therefore, Wen Shihan must climb, climb by any means necessary, until he becomes the highest and the strongest.

But now, she regrets it.

It was too cold at the top; the cold chilled her to the bone. She craved warmth. She was no longer the lonely person she once was, and naturally, she could not bear the loneliness and cold that came with being at such a height.

So, in the sunlight, she held the boy and wept.

"Brother, I'm giving up cultivation and going to the Jade Cauldron Sect. I only want you."

Wen Shihan, only Yang Pingsheng.

The flame of obsession rises once more from the darkness.

Wen Shihan opened his eyes and tore through the darkness with a blank expression.

The obsession in my heart roared ferociously, constantly howling at the heavens.

We must stop at nothing.

We must give it our all.

We must stop at nothing.

All the intrigue, darkness, and cruelty were ultimately used against him.

No need to hesitate, no need to be confused, this is your path.

It is a road that is warm but cold.

"Yes, I will do whatever it takes to stay by my brother's side."

"That's why I must not fall."

Under Hei Jiaomang's astonished gaze, the darkness receded in large swathes, and Wen Shihan, kneeling on one knee and supporting himself with his ring-pommel sword, slowly raised his head.

The materialized Yin energy around her body bared its fangs and claws, like a demon from the abyss, showing its barbs to the black horn.

At this moment, Hei Jiaomang's expression changed.

"Traces of the Great Dao, you are not a celestial being, you are a true immortal!?"

"No, that's not right. Although you're suppressed at the Earth Immortal level, your upper limit is undoubtedly the Celestial Immortal realm. My senses can't be wrong. Damn it, what kind of monster are you?!"

Black Horn Mang panicked a little and fiddled with the guqin again, preparing to unleash the Five-Tone Killing Technique.

However, Wen Shihan only gave a slight cold laugh.

"monster?

Perhaps you're right; someone like me would have been a monster long ago.

With the blade in his hand pointing at Black Horned Light, Wen Shihan said in an icy tone, "Enraging the monster was the worst decision you ever made."

With the blessing of the Great Dao, the Immortal Dao's ultimate move—the Gentle Tomb Entangled by Yin Wind—is activated.

Black Horn felt a chilling wind, and endless desire surged from the bottom of his heart, causing even the music to become discordant. In a panic, he played a note, but it was completely out of tune.

"I've been asking you before, what is your spiritual root?"

"Dark, damp, and cold, it stirs up emotions and leaves a deep impression. For a moment just now, I thought your spiritual root was the same as mine, a yin spiritual root."

"But after being enveloped by your darkness, I realized that this darkness was not darkness at all."

"These are... shadows."

As Wen Shihan spoke, he walked step by step toward the Black Horned Blade, the ring-pommel blade radiating a chilling aura under the sunlight.

"Where there is light, there will be shadows, and the control of these shadows comes from the light source."

"And its essence is actually the same as the sound you just made with the guqin, both are meant to make me deeply immersed in the emotions, unable to extricate myself."

As Wen Shihan spoke, he stopped and looked up at the sky.

"I must say, your killing move and this formation are a perfect match. I felt it as soon as I came in. Something was constantly wearing down my heart, making me unable to extricate myself from the past. That must be the Sword Soul Heart, right? With your ability combined with the Sword Soul Heart, plus the suppression of the intruder's spiritual energy within the formation, even a True Immortal might perish at your hands."

"What a pity..."

The next instant, Wen Shihan's figure disappeared and reappeared in front of Hei Jiaomang.

Hei Jiaomang was shocked and hurriedly waved his guqin to defend himself, but he did not expect that under the cold light, his guqin was cut in half by Wen Shihan.

"Sword spirit grinds the heart, flames scorch the passion, you are a fire spirit root possessor."

Wen Shihan swung his sword, immediately gathering Yin spiritual energy to strike again.

Black Horned Mang, who had not yet broken free from the lingering, gentle embrace of the Yin Wind, was caught off guard and took a severe blow to the chest. Blood spurted out as Yin energy eroded his body. He retreated rapidly, shouting as he forced himself to break free from the killing blow.

Wen Shihan did not pursue further, but instead watched quietly: "You can actually use the Great Dao Mark?"

"Hehe..." Black flames ignited on Hei Jiao Mang's chest, continuously healing his injuries. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "That lord's talent far surpasses yours and mine. Naturally, he has considered all aspects. Little brat, surrender. You have no idea what you are facing."

"Heh." Wen Shihan didn't bother to answer, but simply raised his ring-pommel sword again.

Black Horned Mang straightened up, waved his hand, and the large shadow vanished, transforming into black fire that formed a zither which landed in his hands. He stood atop the dilapidated temple, looking down at Wen Shihan, and said calmly:

“You’re right. My spiritual root is a fire spiritual root. The reason it has evolved into this state is entirely because I chose a path that the world does not accept.”

Black Horn said calmly, "I am a demonic cultivator."

Demonic cultivator.

A cultivation path completely different from the orthodox path.

When ordinary people cultivate, if they choose the path of killing techniques, they often build their own combat system based on their own characteristics, spiritual roots, and immortal artifacts. For example, Tian Bulian, although she has an ordinary fire spiritual root, has developed it into a white flame that can burn people's hearts, and has also added functions such as repair and healing, which is extremely mysterious.

These are the paths that normal people take, but in this world, there are normal people and there are abnormal people. Demonic cultivators are often abnormal people.

They are called demons because of their inhumane cultivation methods, combat systems, and ways of unleashing killing moves. Ordinary immortals simply disregard mortals, but demonic cultivators don't treat mortals as human beings at all; they treat them merely as cultivation materials.

Many female villains originally had paths related to demonic cultivators. For example, Xu Anyin was adopted by the leader of the demonic sect in the original storyline and became a "leftover woman" in the sect. Another example is Wen Shihan, who in the original storyline simply cooperated with demonic cultivators and betrayed her sect.

No one expected that one of the three chief retainers of the Qian Kingdom's royal family was actually a demonic cultivator.

"My killing move, combined with this black fire, can devour a person's seven emotions and six desires, and finally use that person's life as a foundation to absorb their nourishment. Even if the person being devoured breaks free, the black fire will remain in their body, constantly devouring and growing stronger."

Hei Jiao Mang said to Wen Shihan, "Don't you feel that there's something wrong with you right now?"

"Pfft."

As if in response to Hei Jiaomang's words, Wen Shihan coughed up blood, which turned black.

"Hahahaha, little brat, you're too young." Black Horn Mang laughed loudly. "You are indeed a genius, but there are far too many geniuses who have died at my hands. I suppose you've never seen a demonic cultivator before, have you? Don't be too afraid if it's your first time, hahahahaha."

"You..." Wen Shihan opened his mouth to say something, but then a large amount of black blood gushed out again.

In just a short while, a large amount of black blood gushed from Wen Shihan's mouth and nose, and even uncontrollable black tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes. In just a short while, Wen Shihan's face was covered with black marks.

"By the way, my black fire has another effect, which is that it can destroy people's memories."

Hei Jiao Mang smiled and made a reassuring gesture to Wen Shihan.

"Don't worry, you won't be in pain for a while."

"Because without memory, a person is no longer a person."

No memory.

Having no memory means having to forget him.

Forgetting, on the other hand, means—

Stone Creek City, outskirts.

Wen Shihan sat on the hillside, hugging his knees, staring blankly into the distance.

Snow had already accumulated in a thick layer on her body. She withdrew her protective magic and felt the biting cold.

"Brother, where have you been...?"

"Why can't I sense the incantation? Why have their memories of you changed...?"

"You're angry, angry at Xiaohan, right? That must be it."

"Then... I apologize to you. Please don't be angry. Please forgive Xiaohan. Xiaohan can't live without you."

She buried her face in her chest, letting out painful sobs, like a small animal abandoned by its owner. (Stone Creek City, Yang Pingsheng's residence)

The ink stains on the wall are slowly disappearing.

"No...no!!"

Wen Shihan pounced on him like a madman, but unfortunately it was no use.

"This was left to me by my elder brother; it cannot be taken away, it cannot be!!"

"Please don't take this away, please, please!"

Jade Cauldron Gate, Room.

"who are you?"

Six months later, one night, Wen Shihan stood blankly in his room.

The room was filled with paintings and notes, all pointing to the same person.

The name engraved on the celestial artifact hanging in front of her was so unfamiliar.

"Elder brother, Yang, Ping, Sheng."

She read it out word by word.