The improved female villains regained their memories.

Therefore, he became a demon, and Wuthering Heights was full of demons like him.

Every member of the Void Spirit Sect is a demon suppressed by rules.

This time, the system transformed into a lion's mane, clinging to him. He stroked the system's glowing, smooth fur, looked out the window, and sighed softly.

"Once you've chosen this path, don't turn back."

I would rather perish physically than surrender spiritually.

The chaotic memories in his sea of ​​consciousness remained undisturbed. Yang Pingsheng spoke again, his voice cold:

"It's true, winter is almost here."

At the end of the road lies the depths of winter.

Chapter 417 Winter Has Arrived

As the sun set and dusk fell, the evening glow spread across the sky like ink, cascading to the ground like a waterfall. All parts of the Kongling Sect fell silent, and even the training grounds, which were once bustling with activity, now appeared desolate.

Xiao Qitian and Xiao Geyun returned to the sect. The two played outside for a day and talked a lot before parting. If Xiao Qitian didn't need to go to cultivate now, Xiao Geyun would really be reluctant to part with him.

Xiao Qitian patted her head and said with a smile, "I'll come find you tonight after I finish my cultivation, okay?"

"Okay." School Song Yun nodded obediently, "Then Senior Brother should come early."

"understood."

His deep gaze fell on the girl. The crimson sunset and the girl were the best of youth. Even when he went very far away, the girl's gaze remained on him, and her waving hand was still raised high.

Beyond the surveillance footage, the system smacked its lips and said, "The sour smell of love."

After so many iterations of the human-chess game, even the system has come to understand this wondrous emotion between humans.

Clearly, a wonderful feeling was brewing between the two of them.

"What a huge failure! Your little apprentice just left with someone else like that. Pingsheng, don't you feel heartbroken?"

"No."

Yang Pingsheng spoke indifferently, his calm gaze devoid of any emotion.

He could already foresee the fate of the school song cloud.

The system was bewildered by Yang Pingsheng's indifference. It still knew Yang Pingsheng as the kind-hearted man it knew, so it tentatively asked, "Are you really not going to save him?"

"Can I save him?" Yang Pingsheng asked rhetorically.

He stopped looking at the system and flew down the mountain on his sword.

When they arrived at the courtyard, Li Chumo was playing by herself. When she saw Yang Pingsheng return, she immediately ran over.

"Master, you're back!" As always, she rushed into Yang Pingsheng's arms, her eyebrows curving like crescent moons.

He held her in his arms as always: "Did you have fun today?"

"Yes, I'm very happy!" she said with a smile. "Master, let me tell you, today..."

He rambled on and on for a long time.

"...Then, that guy from the martial arts academy insisted that I was a wild child, so I gave him a good beating!"

As she spoke, Li Chumo's voice suddenly fell silent, tinged with a glimmer of hope, yet trembling as if in disbelief. "Master, they say I'm your illegitimate daughter, which is why you dote on me so much. Is that true?"

Yang Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, then looked down at her. The little guy also looked up at her, his eyes revealing something.

She's becoming more and more like a human being.

Having stayed at the Kongling Sect for almost a year, she has changed a lot. Although she is still as willful as before, she has begun to care about things that she wouldn't have cared about before.

Yang Pingsheng smiled, patted her head, and asked, "Is that what you hope for?"

"...I don't know." Her voice weakened completely, her ears and tail drooped down in frustration.

It's rare for her to show this side of herself.

"Is it because you don't know?" Yang Pingsheng asked with a smile.

"...That's not how it works."

Li Chumo thought of many things. She sniffed, her fingertips turning white as she gripped Yang Pingsheng's clothes, and said weakly:

"But if that's the case, then why is it only appearing now...?"

Why is it only appearing now?

Hiding in a cave listening to the wind and rain outside, he was chased and forced to leave by his companions, and at a young age he separated from the main group to hunt alone.

Why did it not appear before, but only now?

Li Chumo had been living in the werewolf tribe since she was conscious. She had no father or mother, and in the hierarchical werewolf tribe, she had no elders to protect her.

Werewolf hunts are always conducted in small teams. Those who are protected by their elders are always protected by powerful werewolves, while those like Li Chumo, who are alone and have no one to rely on, can only hunt alone.

The werewolf tribe believes in the law of the jungle, so even if Li Chumo dies outside, the werewolf tribe will not care.

Yang Pingsheng raised his hand to wipe away Li Chumo's rare tears and said, "There were many reasons before, and it's not too late for them to appear now."

"Will you leave in the future?"

The question fell silent in the courtyard. Yang Pingsheng thought of many things: the figure collapsing on the bed, the person still waiting underground... The female villain in this life had asked him a question he couldn't answer from the very beginning, and he could only hold her hand tightly.

"People always have to leave."

Even the most ancient immortals will one day die.

Even the mighty Heaven can collapse; nothing in this world can last forever.

As if sensing something, Li Chumo suddenly hugged Yang Pingsheng tightly, choking him and saying in a shameless manner, "No!"

She felt a long-lost fear again and repeated, "No!"

She burst into tears again.

The fierce wolf girl shed her outward strength and revealed her vulnerable side for the first time. She cried unrestrainedly, venting her dissatisfaction with Yang Pingsheng's answer, hoping to use it to make him change his answer. However, the latter remained silent and simply held her in his arms.

Time always moves forward, and all the beautiful memories of the past will eventually become recollections. The greatest terror is death, and the greatest sorrow is separation. When the two are combined, it becomes an unavoidable tragedy in the world.

Yang Pingsheng had gotten used to it, but Li Chumo had not.

But it's okay, what's meant to come will come.

Time marches on, autumn leaves fall, and when the first snow of winter lands in the courtyard, it means the end of the year is approaching.

The snow brought new sorrow to the mountain peaks. The disciples went out to cultivate and do missions more frequently, leaving only Yang Pingsheng and Li Chumo in the courtyard.

The withered branches and fallen leaves covered the ground, eventually being covered by white snow. Li Chumo excitedly pulled Yang Pingsheng and they built a snowman in the courtyard.

One was big, and the other was small. The big one was her master, and the small one was her. Li Chumo carefully wrote their names on them and settled them in. Judging from their appearance, she wanted to keep them for the entire winter.

The two sat down next to the snowman, and Yang Pingsheng told her the story of the book "Dream of the Mountain Forest".

What he considered a terrible story, Li Chumo listened with rapt attention, though he didn't entirely agree with it, especially when the story of the woodcutter mistaking a fox spirit for the one who saved him made Li Chumo shout in anger.

"How can someone be so stupid as to mistake this?"

“The woodcutter’s eyes are blind; he only knew that the one who saved him was a fox demon, but he didn’t realize there were so many fox demons,” Yang Pingsheng said.

"Wouldn't the one who saved him be very pitiful?"

"Yes, after all, it would be painful for anyone to see the person they like mistake someone else for themselves and fall in love with that person."

"Master," Li Chumo suddenly looked up at Yang Pingsheng, "Will you ever mistake me for someone else?"

"Of course not." Yang Pingsheng smiled and patted her head. "You're one of a kind..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

Is Li Chumo unique?

Yes.

She is a human form of a secret treasure, possesses the power of the Great Void within her, and combines the destiny of a villain with the will of Heaven. No matter how you look at it, she is unique.

However, that is not her characteristic.

Yang Pingsheng's thoughts returned to that cave, to that poor little creature, with the same purple hair and the same gray tail, but with a different, delicate, and easily bullied demeanor.

I wonder how she is doing now.

"And then, Master, please continue." Li Chumo tugged at Yang Pingsheng's sleeve.

The falling snowflakes drifted in the air, undisturbed, and danced freely with the wind, revealing their sorrow.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, Yang Pingsheng planned to go down the mountain to buy some New Year's goods. In the past, he would discuss with his apprentices first and then let them buy the goods. But this time was different; he had to do it all by himself.

On the way down the mountain, she ran into the school song Yun. It was as if she had been waiting there for a while. When she saw Yang Pingsheng, she greeted him first, just like always.

"Master."

Nothing has changed, only the words have changed.

"My second senior brother and third senior sister are on a long-term mission and may not be able to come back. They wrote to me saying that they couldn't make it back in time for the New Year and hope that you will understand, Master. They also wish you a Happy New Year," said Xiaogeyun.

Yang Pingsheng looked her over from head to toe, and only after noticing her slightly trembling figure did he speak: "I understand."

Then he asked, "And what about you?"

"My senior brother and I have also taken on a long-term mission, and we have come to say goodbye to Master." She said softly, "Please forgive us for not being able to spend the New Year with you this year."

Yang Pingsheng looked at the school song cloud in front of him, the wind and snow falling on her hair. In a daze, it seemed that he saw the girl who fainted in the mountains and forests because of her escape.

The young girl who refused to submit to marriage ultimately died for love.

"Okay," he said softly. "Go ahead, I understand."

"Take care, Master."

The words drifted in the wind, and the school song cloud, who was walking away, suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Yang Pingsheng.

"Happy New Year, Master."

"Yes, Happy New Year."

The wind swirled the snowflakes as they gently fell. Yang Pingsheng watched the figure of the school song cloud disappear, remaining silent.

The system appeared and asked, "Why don't you say that you were the one who saved her back then?"