The improved female villains regained their memories.

Underwater, her figure appeared and disappeared, incredibly agile, like a fish dancing in the water.

Splash!

A moment later, Li Chumo emerged from the water with his prey, clutching fish that shimmered with silver light in his hands.

Her face beamed with the joy of victory, and her green eyes gleamed with excitement. The moonlight shone on her damp fur, casting a soft glow that made her appear even more wild and beautiful.

Yang Pingsheng saw this and smiled as he stepped forward to pat her hair: "Very impressive."

So the two of them had fish for dinner that night.

Li Chumo was very fast at catching fish. She repeated the same process for a while, and the shore was full of fish. She put her hands on her hips, raised her head, and swayed her tail from side to side, showing off her achievement to Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng smiled and praised her as always: "Very capable."

The fire blazed, and one grilled fish after another was being cooked. Li Chumo ate them with gusto, the grilling speed couldn't keep up with her eating speed.

Yang Pingsheng didn't eat. On the surface, he was grilling fish, but in reality, his mind was completely absorbed in reviewing the Heavenly Dao's plan.

The plan has begun, and as Tiandao predicted, Li Chumo is developing a certain dependence on him. He has also shown his disciples this injustice, and everything is going smoothly. However, if possible, he still doesn't want to involve the school song cloud.

There was no place for the school song cloud in the script of Heaven's Way, but the system had given him a lot of room to maneuver, so he had to figure out how to get the school song cloud out.

He calculated that there was still a long time before the crucial point, and all he needed to do was sever her relationship with Xiao Qitian before that time arrived.

The purpose of playing chess is to build relationships, but now we suddenly want to sever those relationships. It's truly ironic.

"System, is it okay if I find an excuse to kick School Song Cloud out?" Yang Pingsheng glanced at Li Chumo, who had finished eating and was playing nearby. Taking this opportunity, he asked the system in a low voice.

"No problem. The school song cloud isn't in the plan. I think it's fine whether you kick it or not."

The system conjured a mosquito that landed near his ear and said, "But is it necessary? If you kick her, you'll waste time dealing with her. My suggestion is to just finish the story as soon as possible."

It's already the third to last one, and it's already longing for life without villains.

Yang Pingsheng automatically filtered out his words, assuming the system had agreed.

He took this arrangement into account and began to mentally rehearse the script's implementation in reality.

It wasn't until the moonlight deepened and Li Chumo was tired from playing that he carried her back home.

After returning to the residence, the three disciples went to their respective rooms, except for one: Xiao Qitian. He stood in the courtyard like a statue, as if he had been standing there for a long time.

Upon seeing Yang Pingsheng return, he bowed as usual, saying, "Master, I have something to tell you."

Yang Pingsheng made a shushing gesture, went into the house, put Li Chumo on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then retreated to the courtyard to stand in front of Xiao Qitian.

"what's up?"

Xiao Qitian bowed and said, "Master, there is something I am not sure if I should say."

"explain."

"I feel that you are being a little biased."

Yang Pingsheng looked at his eldest disciple and said the same thing again: regardless of his identity or the God's perspective that Heaven had given him, he had a deep understanding of Xiao Qitian. Perhaps Xiao Qitian thought he was on the first level, but in reality he was on the second level. That was why he was surprised by what Xiao Qitian was saying to him at this moment.

Are you standing up for Yun'er?

“You know that rabbit was her pet,” Xiao Qitian said, his eyes never meeting Yang Pingsheng’s as he spoke, “but today, that wolf cub…”

"She didn't do anything; I stopped her," Yang Pingsheng retorted. "But you, questioning your teacher about this matter, is it because you like Yun'er?"

"That's not true."

Xiao Qitian spoke in a calm tone: "According to the rules of the Kongling Sect, fellow disciples cannot become Daoist couples."

"...It's good that you know."

Yang Pingsheng lifted his foot and walked towards his room: "I need to cultivate now, you should go back and rest early too."

no respond.

One step, two steps.

As Yang Pingsheng reached the door, he turned back.

He saw—

In the darkness, Xiao Qitian turned his head, his eyes fixed on him like those of a vicious wolf. A cold wind howled past, revealing the endless cruelty deep within his eyes.

The moment Yang Pingsheng looked over, Xiao Qitian's expression softened instantly. He quickly turned around, bowed his head, and greeted Yang Pingsheng with the same respectful demeanor as always.

Goodnight, Master.

That fleeting wolf-like gaze seemed to be merely Yang Pingsheng's illusion.

"……Good night."

He spoke softly, returned to his room, and slammed the door shut.

For a whole month after that, the master and apprentice did not speak to each other again.

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A major event has occurred in the fox tribe.

One of their compatriots died.

The body was on the other side of the cliff, its entire body torn to shreds, covered in fatal wounds, as if it had been devoured by wolves.

There are no wolves in these mountains, only werewolves, and the injuries on the corpses are so obvious that even a blind person could tell how they were caused.

The fox tribe sent several elders to the werewolf tribe to demand an explanation, but they were beaten and scolded and sent away.

The reason is simple: the body died near the fox tribe, while the werewolf tribe and the fox tribe are completely unrelated. They have enough meat reserves, and only a madman would go and eat fox people.

They are wolves, that's true, but they are also human beings.

Unless they are starving, they will not eat their own kind.

The girl quietly picked fruit in the forest. In the past two days, the news of the death had spread more and more widely in the tribe, even alarming the chief. The capture team came to her house several times, not because they suspected her, but to remind her to be careful.

Grandma was very worried. When she came out this time, she repeatedly told Grandma to be home before dark. Grandma agreed, but she didn't take it seriously at all.

She knew who the murderer was.

The mountain path was narrow, and the surrounding slopes were covered with bamboo forests. Not far ahead, two people were arguing. The girl saw this, picked up a stone, and hid around the bend.

She recognized the two men: one was the one who had been pressing down on her along with the dead one, and the other was the one who accused her of stealing the fruit.

The two people were discussing something together, and the matter they were discussing was about the deceased.

"How did you say she died? Was she really eaten by a wolf demon? Isn't your father in the capture team? Does he have any news about her?"

"I don't know the specifics, but I heard him say that the higher-ups actually knew it wasn't the werewolf tribe that did it. Although the head of the corpse was missing, the bite marks on the body indicated that they were our own."

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"Yes, they suspect it was done by one of our own, and that person must be a madman!"

No one noticed that there was someone standing around the corner. The wind blew through the forest, and the bamboo rustled. The two women were so excited about the conversation that they had no idea that the devil had already set his sights on them.

The girl silently stepped back and put down the brick.

The passageway here is narrow, and she has little chance of winning against two opponents.

She gave the two of them a cold look, kept the matter to herself, and returned the way she came.

It's okay, there's still time.

Not in a hurry.

Chapter 413 Fate is Ruthless

Time passed like flowing water, and from then on, Yang Pingsheng began to guide Li Chumo in his cultivation.

It wasn't until the snow melted and the new buds blossomed that he finally finalized a complete cultivation plan.

Because he was unfamiliar with the orcs' cultivation system, he dared not refer to the conventional cultivation paths of the orcs in the Seventh World. The system was also clueless, and he couldn't ask those in the sect who knew. So, until today, he was able to complete it all by himself.

He let out a heavy sigh, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the window. Spring was in full bloom, and Li Chumo was chasing butterflies.

She happily chased after one, tore it in half, threw it on the ground and stomped on it repeatedly, then chased after the next one. If the butterfly were a demon, it would probably point at Li Chumo's nose and curse him.

Today, the system transformed into a dog, lying on Yang Pingsheng's lap and sticking out its tongue like a dog.

Dogs aren't all that great, the system thought. If I were to become a dog in the future, I'd have to guard the house and eat leftovers. Is there any animal in the world that's more noble, or one that humans would willingly bend down to serve?

Once the Heavenly Dao's plan was handed over to Yang Pingsheng, the system stopped thinking about it and started thinking every day about what kind of noble animals humans could serve.

A sliver of the power of the Great Void stirred something within the pitch-black world. Yang Pingsheng bent down and scooped up a handful of soil.

The burnt brown soil turned to ash the moment it was held in the palm of your hand, disappearing into the dark sky.

He clapped his hands, stood up, and looked at the scene before him.

Silence, nothingness.

Endless loneliness.

If you stay here for a while, perhaps you will no longer be a human being.

He strode forward.

There was no wind, no trees, no water, no life, only endless brown soil, a dark world. Only Yang Pingsheng's eyes shone as he looked at this void.

Heaven and earth seemed to be glued together, intertwined and inseparable.

He walked for an unknown amount of time before finally stopping.

"here……"

In a daze, everything changed.

Skyscrapers, reinforced concrete.

Amidst the surging tide of people coming and going, Yang Pingsheng stood bewildered in the middle.

The pink figure stood in front of him, smiling.

"Ping Sheng, I'm calling you. The villain is here."

Yang Pingsheng was stunned. The scene was shattered, and the disguised city turned into ashes and scattered. The scene changed, and when he turned his head, Li Chumo was staring at him with wide eyes.

The system had returned to his body and was now reminding him in a voice, "She has called you several times."