The improved female villains regained their memories.

“Bake, boil,” she whispered. “That’s all I know how to do.”

"I'm hungry. I'll catch some fish for you. If I catch any, you can cook them for me. The extra fish will be your reward, okay?"

The girl nodded blankly.

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Inside a cave, a fire burned slowly, crackling and popping.

The fish were piled up like a small mountain, with fish bones scattered on the ground. Yang Pingsheng held a skewer of grilled fish but didn't eat it; he just looked at it. The little girl, on the other hand, ate many of them in one go.

It wasn't until the fifteenth item that she accidentally let out a burp, glanced at Yang Pingsheng sheepishly, then quickly lowered her eyes and whispered, "Thank you, brother."

"Want some more?"

"I can't eat anymore..."

She read aloud, "Grandma hasn't eaten yet..."

Yang Pingsheng pointed to the mountain of fish: "They're all yours."

The girl paused again, then whispered a thank you.

Outside the cave, the rain continued to fall in a drizzle. Inside the cave, Yang Pingsheng and the little girl sat around the fire, warming themselves.

The firelight dispelled the darkness and cold, bringing a touch of warmth.

What do you and your grandmother usually eat?

"Hmm, eat, eat..." The girl fiddled with her fingers, stuttering several times before finally saying, "Eat wild fruits, eat fish..."

Yang Pingsheng looked the girl over again. The girl's clothes were made of coarse cloth, and the style was similar to what the people in the village he had visited earlier wore. The coarse linen clothes were long and patched in many places. Her pants were shorts, which were tattered and torn, with the edges looking like they had been chewed by a dog.

Did your grandmother make this dress?

The girl shook her head and said, "Grandma traded for it. It was very expensive. Ten baskets of wild fruit. She had been starving for a long time before she could fill them up."

In the mountains and forests, the concept of currency is rare; people mostly barter.

Some orc tribes love money, gold ingots, or metal items, but the two tribes around the village are different. The werewolf tribe focuses more on meat, house construction, and weapons, while the fox tribe focuses on clothing, food, daily necessities, and so on.

The two sides have different focuses, so the transactions with the village are naturally different as well.

At first, the little girl was afraid of Yang Pingsheng, but as Yang Pingsheng showed kindness, she became more talkative, talking about her clothes, her grandmother, the little flowers she grew, and so on.

From her words, Yang Pingsheng gained a deeper understanding of her tribe.

The fox tribe is hierarchical, and their social status is not based on age, but on beauty. For fox people, the higher their strength and cultivation, the more beautiful they are. Similarly, fox people who are good-looking as children will also have higher talents.

The little girl was named Puppy because her tail was grayish-white, like the wolf's tail next door. The fox tribe disliked the wolves and always called them dogs, so the little girl got the nickname Puppy.

"My hair is purple, and my ears and tail aren't pretty, and my breasts aren't big either, so they call me a puppy..." the little girl said weakly.

Yang Pingsheng wanted to comfort her, but considering that he didn't understand the fox people's beliefs, he could only pat the little girl's head in the end.

The little girl wasn't very pretty.

She was too thin, her bones protruding and she had little flesh. Her purple hair looked like it was dyed, and when the rain hit her, it clung to her skin like paint had been poured all over her head. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, and she was filthy and disheveled. The rainwater mixed with dust on her face made her complexion look dull.

“Our clan leader is the most beautiful. Her tail is seven-colored. After she transforms, she looks like a goddess. Everyone says that she has the bloodline of a celestial fox!” The little girl’s eyes lit up when she talked about the clan leader.

Orcs rely heavily on their bloodline for cultivation because they do not follow the path of human spiritual energy, but rather rely on their innate beast-like abilities to follow the path of demonic energy. The purer their bloodline, the stronger their beast-like talent will be, and the faster their demonic energy will circulate.

They are different from the sorcerers of the Fifth World. The sorcerers strengthen their bodies with demonic energy through special secret methods, while the orcs imitate the demons and cultivate directly with demonic energy. This makes the orcs extremely dependent on the blessings of their ancestors.

Like a tribe of little girls, they inherited the ancient divine beast Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox from this world. The purer their bloodline, the more beautiful the color of their tails, from silver-white to crimson to seven colors. The beautiful colors also prove the fox people's own talent.

The little girl's clan leader's tail is seven-colored, proving that she has pure Heavenly Fox bloodline. It is precisely because she awakened the Heavenly Fox bloodline that she formed linear patterns and gained the strength of an Earth Immortal.

The little girl was different. She had a gray-white tail and her Heavenly Fox bloodline was so thin that it was almost nonexistent. It was questionable whether she could even trigger her beast transformation ability, let alone form linear markings.

If she were from the werewolf tribe, her gray-white tail would prove that her bloodline was pure, but she happens to be from the fox tribe. Such is fate, and no one can change it.

She didn't have any grand ambitions like other villains. In her descriptions, the most she talked about was food. She told Yang Pingsheng that she hoped for lots and lots of fruit so she could get a better wooden house, buy her grandmother a couple of new clothes, and preferably more fish—because her grandmother loved to eat fish.

Yang Pingsheng felt extremely heartbroken as he listened.

This child may not know that her father was a local hero. If it were anyone else, she might have already gone back to enjoy her life. But it was Yang Pingsheng who caused her fate to change.

Fortunately, there will be a scene later on where the father and daughter recognize each other. Heaven's will is ultimately aimed at villains, not ordinary people like her, which relieved Yang Pingsheng.

He wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that the sounds beside him had stopped, and something was leaning on him.

The fire burned slowly, illuminating two shadows, one large and one small. The smaller shadow was leaning against the larger one, breathing softly.

Yang Pingsheng looked down; the girl had fallen asleep.

"I hope your wish comes true," Yang Pingsheng said with a smile, patting her head.

The girl's ears twitched, then fell silent.

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The rain stopped the next morning.

The mountains and forests after the rain are like fairies who have washed away all their makeup, pure and ethereal. Sunlight filters through the sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The distant peaks are shrouded in mist, appearing and disappearing, adding to their mystique.

As you walk along the winding mountain path, the crisp, melodious chirping of birds fills the air. The trees lining the road are lush and verdant, with glistening raindrops clinging to their leaves like jewels set among the green foliage. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves, causing them to sway softly, and raindrops slide down their veins with delicate sounds, like a natural symphony.

A mountain stream babbles gently, its water crystal clear. A few withered leaves float on the surface, drifting slowly with the current. The stones along the stream are covered with thick moss, giving them an ancient and weathered appearance. Occasionally, a small fish leaps out of the water, splashing out ripples.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the green fruit on the tree, casually beckoned to it, picked it up, and asked the little girl next to him who was holding a basket of fish, "Is this the kind of fruit?"

The little girl nodded.

Yang Pingsheng conjured a basket out of thin air, waved his hand again, and instantly, countless fruits poured out of the forest and piled into the basket.

The little girl's eyes widened.

Having witnessed Yang Pingsheng's extraordinary abilities, the little girl became quieter and more reserved during the journey back to her tribe. After all, in her mind, fruit was equivalent to money, and someone who could easily have a lot of money must be a very powerful person.

She only answers Yang Pingsheng's questions when she's timid.

Seeing this, Yang Pingsheng didn't say anything, just smiled and assumed the child was too young and a little scared.

After delivering the little girl to her and her grandmother's house, Yang Pingsheng stood on the downhill slope and did not go up. For the sake of the Heavenly Dao Plan, he did not intend to have too much contact with people.

The little girl sensed something and asked Yang Pingsheng, "Brother, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I have something to take care of," Yang Pingsheng said. "Can you carry it up yourself?"

The two baskets looked about as tall as the little girl, and were piled high with things, but the little girl still nodded vigorously: "Mmm!"

Despite her thin frame, she is an orc and is much stronger than an ordinary child.

"Will those people who gave you nicknames steal your food?" Fearing that all this stuff would go to waste, Yang Pingsheng asked another question.

The little girl shook her head: "The chief has a rule that clan members cannot hurt each other or steal food."

This is an unspoken rule among fox people. There is ridicule, passive-aggressive behavior, and exclusion, but it doesn't escalate to the point of open hostility. A group of people fighting over a little girl's food—humans might do that, but foxes won't.

"I'm leaving."

Goodbye, brother!

Yang Pingsheng patted the little girl's head, turned around to leave, but then heard the little girl's voice: "Brother."

Yang Pingsheng turned around and was startled to find the little girl kneeling on the ground. He quickly used his spiritual energy to help her up: "What are you doing?"

"I will remember your kindness," the little girl said earnestly. "I will definitely repay your kindness."

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly, taking it as a child's joke: "Okay, then I'll wait."

He stepped forward one last time, patted the little girl's head, and then flew away on his sword.

When I looked down, the girl's gaze stubbornly followed me, piercing through the clouds, lingering on.

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After leaving the fox tribe, Yang Pingsheng headed towards the werewolf tribe.

The system message reappeared: "Have you finished giving out your good deeds?"

Yang Pingsheng ignored it and asked, "How much energy do you have left? Can you scan it for me? Look for the one with purple hair."

"Hmm...it should work, I'll give it a try."

The mysterious energy scan continued, and after a long pause, the system said:

"Have it!"

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, dappling the forest path. A werewolf girl crouched silently in the grass, her ears twitching slightly as she listened to the sounds around her. Her gaze was sharp as a knife, revealing the coldness and focus of a hunter.

She looked very similar to the fox girl Yang Pingsheng had encountered, with the same purple hair, gray-white tail, and two upright ears. However, unlike the fox girl, this werewolf girl was full of heroic spirit and had a brutal aura all over her body, especially her mouth, which still had traces of blood from her previous hunt.

Suddenly, a small deer darted past unnoticed, entering her field of vision without any warning. The werewolf girl's body tensed instantly, like a cheetah poised to pounce, every muscle ready to unleash its power.

Before the fawn could even realize the danger, she leaped up and pounced on it with astonishing speed and agility, her claws drawing sharp arcs in the air, her fangs clamping tightly onto the fawn's throat.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The fawn let out a piercing scream, struggling to escape its deadly restraints. But the werewolf girl's strength was immense, firmly suppressing the fawn until it was completely powerless to resist.

After a fierce struggle, the fawn finally stopped breathing. The werewolf girl licked her lips contentedly and began to enjoy her sumptuous breakfast. Sunlight shone on her blood-stained tail, and her fierce eyes gleamed with primal wildness and satisfaction.

Yang Pingsheng stood in the sky and witnessed the hunt.

The system transformed into a sparrow and perched on Yang Pingsheng's shoulder, shuddering in fright: "Damn, it's so fierce."

Yang Pingsheng took out a magical artifact, which made a beeping sound.

"It seems to be her."

A legendary treasure transformed into a human, the seventh incarnation of a female villain, defined by the Heavenly Dao as a "supreme creation devoid of human compassion."

According to the system, this female villain is truly incorrigible. If Luo Benmo is incorrigible because of pure evil, then this female villain is incorrigible purely because of her own characteristics.

She has absorbed too much of the power of the Great Void and lacks human compassion, making her impossible to educate.

The ethics of master and disciple, and the ways of human relationships, were things she could not understand. She was the creation of heaven and earth, the supreme being, and human emotions could not restrain her.

It was with this in mind that Tiandao devised a plan that differed from other female villains.

"Let's begin, life's journey," the system said. "Let's change the fate of this generation's female villain!"

Yang Pingsheng opened his hand, his spiritual energy surged, and he grabbed the werewolf girl.

She was enjoying her prey when suddenly she was lifted into the air, and the meat that was about to be in her mouth was gone.