The improved female villains regained their memories.

Chapter 411 A Completely Different Person

Yang Pingsheng returned with the wolf cubs. This was not a big deal for the Kongling Sect, but it was a big deal among Yang Pingsheng's disciples.

Our master has been cultivating in the mountains for many years. This time, he has been active in the mortal world with the wolf cubs for so long, and he has not even spent the New Year with his disciples. This is definitely the first time in history.

Putting aside the unpleasant rumors, judging from the current situation, Yang Pingsheng's relationship with that little wolf cub is indeed unusual.

Could she really be an illegitimate child?

Looking at the cloudless sky, Xiaogeyun was lost in thought. She thought about herself, about the day she almost starved to death.

She was born without parents and lived with relatives from childhood. Her relatives arranged for her to marry Zhu the Cripple in the east of the village, but she refused. She heard that if she crossed the mountains and went east, she could reach the Kongling Sect where immortals lived, and that she might have a chance to become an immortal there. So she ran away from her relatives and went deep into the mountains.

The day she fled, it was snowing heavily. In her haste, she was only wearing a single layer of clothing and carrying a small amount of dry food. When she was almost unconscious on the top of the mountain, she was spotted by Yang Pingsheng, who was flying by.

She was cold and hungry at the time and almost lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was in the Kongling Sect, and from then on, she had a master.

Just then, she noticed a bowl of dumplings being placed in front of her. She paused, looked up, and saw that familiar, warm smile. Her face flushed instinctively: "Senior brother, aren't you going to cultivate today?"

"Your second senior brother and third senior sister have taken up our peak's cultivation spots, so I won't be going."

Xiao Qitian smiled, his voice as deep and gentle as ever: "These dumplings are filled with carrots, your favorite. Eat up."

"I've already said I'm not a rabbit!"

The school song Yun muttered, but still obediently picked up the food and started eating, while secretly glancing at her senior brother.

His figure was like the morning mist in the mountains, gently enveloping the surroundings, not attracting attention, yet inspiring longing. Although he was the senior disciple, he had no airs at all, but was full of approachable temperament.

His face was handsome, his skin was as white as jade, as if it had never been tainted by the world. His eyes were bright and deep, as calm as a lake, revealing endless gentleness and kindness. His voice was soft and pleasant, like a stream flowing through a valley, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease. He always had a smile on his face when he spoke, a smile as warm and bright as the spring sun. Whenever he appeared, Xiao Geyun couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

“I know what you’re thinking. Master hasn’t spent any of the New Year’s celebrations with us this year because of that wolf cub. That’s really unusual, but you don’t need to worry too much. No matter who that child is to Master, I think Master will never forget us.”

As Xiao Qitian spoke, he placed his hand on the cloud above the school song and said with a smile, "Especially you, you forgot, when you used to hit me, Master always spoke up for you."

Schoolgirl Yun blushed even more, almost burying her face in her plate, and muttered softly, "I know..."

She actually knows everything.

I know how good my master is, I know how good my senior brother is, and I know my own heart.

Yes, she does like the senior brother.

She loved his gentleness and thoughtfulness, and she had seen his wounded and strong side. Her heart was pounding, not for herself, but for something called love.

She looked into her senior brother's eyes again; they were bright and gentle, unlike her master's calm, still eyes, which were as rich as honey.

She instinctively moved closer, and the distance between them continued to shrink.

until--

What are you doing?

Both of them were startled at the same time. The distance that had been shrinking suddenly widened. At the gate of the courtyard, Yang Pingsheng stood there expressionless, while Li Chumo stood behind him, holding his trouser leg and peeking out to look at the two of them curiously.

"Ah, Master, you're back!"

School Song Cloud stood up in a panic, picking up chopsticks one moment and dumplings the next: "Master, you eat with chopsticks, oh no, you eat dumplings, no, have you eaten yet?"

In her panic, she managed to force a smile.

Xiao Qitian remained as calm as ever. He stood up and gave a slow and deliberate bow: "Master, you're back."

Yang Pingsheng glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to the school song cloud and asked, "Where are your second senior brother and third senior sister?"

"Huh? Oh, Second Senior Brother and Third Senior Sister went to cultivate," said School Song Cloud. "They probably won't be back until the afternoon."

"That's perfect. When they return, I have something to announce. If you don't have anything else to do, stay and listen."

As Yang Pingsheng spoke, he led Li Chumo into the room. As they passed the stone table, he looked at the plate of dumplings and suddenly asked, "Do you want to eat dumplings?"

"We've already eaten." School Song Yun quickly picked up the dumplings again: "Master, would you like some?"

"Yes, thank you."

Yang Pingsheng used his spiritual energy to carry a plate of dumplings into the house from a distance. Li Chumo followed closely behind, the two of them entering the house together, and then slammed the door shut.

"Senior brother."

"Ok?"

"I have a strange feeling about that kid..."

"Yes, I feel the same way. That child seems to have changed a lot."

Inside the room, after closing the door, Yang Pingsheng placed the dumplings on the table. The moment he set up the spiritual energy barrier, many thoughts raced through his mind.

He wasn't blind or stupid; his own apprentice had done this twice, so he naturally figured it out.

This is not good.

Thanks to the Heavenly Dao Project, Yang Pingsheng essentially had a god-like perspective. Furthermore, as Li Yaoyang's disciple, he knew everything about the secrets of the past and Xiao Qitian's clandestine identity. The Heavenly Dao script also used Xiao Qitian to set up this scheme, but the problem was, this scheme didn't involve the school song cloud.

Of the four disciples, the first three are key figures, each with a significant background. However, Yang Pingsheng does not want to involve Xiao Geyun, if possible.

It seems I need to find an opportunity to resolve this issue.

As he was thinking this, he was suddenly interrupted by a thumping sound from the other side of the bed.

Li Chumo climbed onto his bed, picked up the book beside his pillow, and started banging it against the wall.

dong dong dong-

The child, who had lost his edge, stared at him with his big, dependent eyes, interrupting Yang Pingsheng's thoughts.

It has to be said that Li Chumo looks very good after being cleaned up. Her purple hair is just right, her eyes are big and round, her ears are twitching, her tail is held high, and her gray and white fur is clearly visible, like a flower that has exploded.

"Adsorption, adsorption, hunger."

Even the tone of her voice changed; it was no longer stubborn and fierce, but rather carried a clear hint of coquetry.

Yang Pingsheng subconsciously took a step back and asked the system in a low voice:

"I still feel like something's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"Things are changing too fast."

"Indeed, it's as if a chaste and virtuous woman suddenly turned into a flirtatious prostitute."

"...Could you use a better analogy?"

The stubborn and obstinate wolf child disappeared, replaced by a pitiful little girl, barefoot and looking weak.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Yang Pingsheng subconsciously walked over and pinched her cheek.

The soft, smooth skin stung his hands like fire, and the flames spread, stirring up strange emotions within him.

"Adsorption, pain."

The wolf child who made everyone grit their teeth in hatred had turned into this, leaving even Yang Pingsheng somewhat at a loss.

The system, taking a holistic view, uttered a disdainful tone: "Ping Sheng, I really doubt your taste. I've noticed that every time you're with the female villain from your childhood, your body reacts noticeably. I'm not trying to be mean, but you really do have a thing for younger women..."

Yang Pingsheng didn't hear a word of what the system said after that; he treated it all as the system talking nonsense.

He walked up to Li Chumo with the dumplings in his hand, handed them to her, and said, "Eat up."

Li Chumo didn't answer, looking down at this and that, so anxious she was about to cry.

Yang Pingsheng knew she was looking for that circle, and said with a smile, "No need, you eat."

"Well……"

Li Chumo let out a whimper, sat down, and waited for Yang Pingsheng to feed her.

One, two.

The system's disdain grew louder, so Yang Pingsheng chose to automatically mute it.

Li Chumo sat there obediently, chewing her food with her cheeks puffed out. The sunlight shone obliquely on her, and she had a serene beauty in her quietness.

"Ah~"

She opened her mouth, but no new food was served. When she looked up, she saw Yang Pingsheng's mysterious smile.

"Call me Master."

"Adsorption!"

“Not like that.” Yang Pingsheng shook his head. “Call me clearly, Master.”

He held the dumpling and shook it: "You can do it, right?"

The figure lunged forward.

Yang Pingsheng felt his fingers become wet, the dumpling he was holding disappeared, followed by the sound of chewing. When the chewing stopped, he heard Li Chumo shout enthusiastically in her clear, cold voice:

"Master!"

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"It's alright, child. It's okay if the fruit gets lost by accident. Grandma isn't cold. It'll be fine after winter."

The girl closed the door, walked out of the room, found a rock, sat on it, and buried her face in her arms.

Her grandmother's words echoed in her heart, followed by an overwhelming sadness that nearly engulfed her.

Thick, dark clouds pressed down on the sky, refusing even the moon a sliver of light.

The eleven-year-old girl's eyes were gloomy. Originally, she thought she had encountered a benefactor who would save her, but she did not expect that such salvation would not bring any benefit, but instead made her more desperate.

She looked at her hands, clenched tightly, her fingertips white and devoid of warmth.

Snow fell on her shoulders, chilling her heart.

She raised her head, as if she had made up her mind, and jumped off the rock.

The further she went into the village, the brighter the lights became. Unlike the girl's home, the families there couldn't even afford an oil lamp. The children's laughter and chatter could be heard clearly through the windows.

Today, following the path to one of her family's houses, the girl arrived and hid behind a rock to observe. She knew this family well; despite her domineering manner as she followed the girl who called herself the eldest sister, her own strength and family background weren't actually that good. She had a younger brother who was better looking than her, so she wasn't favored at home.

As the appointed time approached, she saw the man emerge, leave the house, hands in his pockets, cursing as he walked into the forest.

"That idiot, so what if his tail is red? He's showing off in front of me, not treating me like his older sister!"

"And there are two old geezers who speak so rudely. What's the point of learning those beauty tips? It's laughable. Don't they know their own bloodline? Don't they have any self-awareness?"