The improved female villains regained their memories.

I was originally worried about how to handle this matter, but now it's easy to deal with.

Ye Chufei will take the blame for him, while he and Xiaogeyun are both victims.

The only thing Xiao Qitian was worried about was Bai Nanrong, but Bai Nanrong's long absence also made Xiao Qitian wonder what the other party was up to.

"With Ye Chufei and I fighting like this, there's no reason why Bai Nanrong wouldn't come. It seems that what Zhiyuan said is true; Bai Nanrong won't get involved in our affairs."

Although he didn't understand, Xiao Qitian couldn't care less about that now.

He coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gazed into the distance.

The dark clouds rolled in, and the fierce battle between Li Chumo, Li Yaoyang, and the elders was quite loud, so it naturally couldn't be hidden from him.

"Li Chumo is about to be defeated and will probably flee soon. This fight will expose her, but it's fine, since she'll be expelled from the Kongling Sect sooner or later anyway," Xiao Qitian thought to himself.

Facing several celestial beings, Li Chumo's performance so far has been exceptional.

"Now, it's time to see how I perform."

He recovered somewhat, used his remaining spiritual energy to burn a talisman to ensure that Li Chumo could see it when she went to the second secret base, and then limped over to Xiao Geyun and fed her a pill.

Then he arranged the scene, raised his hand and severely injured his own spiritual root, collapsing beside the school song cloud.

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The system proceeded to describe incessantly the scenes it had observed.

"Fists and palms clashed, and Ye Chufei roared, 'You scoundrel, how dare you underestimate me?' A loud boom followed, and the air turned crimson red—he had entered his second form..."

The rain poured down, and the violets in the corner were all wilted by the pounding rain.

Yang Pingsheng let the system talk, closed the window, lit a candle, and sat at the table writing a letter as always.

After writing it down, he used his spiritual power to send the letter flying into the rain, towards the girl.

The system flew in circles and finally landed on Yang Pingsheng's shoulder. It knew that Yang Pingsheng was not interested in listening, and its rambling was just to cover up its embarrassment.

Disciples fighting each other is bound to be painful.

But Yang Pingsheng remained calm, completely undisturbed.

Thunder rumbled outside, and the house inside was eerily quiet.

The system whispered, "...Ye Chufei has lost."

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Dead?"

The system replied, "No."

Yeah, what use is he if he's dead?

Through countless reincarnations and worlds, isn't the purpose simply to have him restrain the villains and protect the protagonist?

Under the flames, Yang Pingsheng's smile was somewhat eerie.

The system was startled and secretly checked his mental state, which was good.

He's not crazy.

But something still doesn't feel right.

The system asked, "Do you want to go and see it, Ping Sheng?"

Yang Pingsheng replied, "Would going to see it change the outcome?"

The system just kept babbling on and on without saying anything.

So Yang Pingsheng said, "Then we won't go see it."

He got up, opened the box next to him, where there were many storybooks, all of which he had bought for Li Chumo.

At first, she would read it to him, but later, as Li Chumo learned more characters, she started reading it herself. However, every night, she would still pester him to read it to her.

It's been ten years, all told.

That little one has grown into a young woman, just like how little Wen Shihan has become big Wen Shihan. After spending so much time together, we should always remember her for a long time.

But Yang Pingsheng remained completely unmoved.

Even Wen Shihan's memories were gone.

He looks back on his memories like a spectator, and in the end, all he gives back is his memories.

The system bounced around and perched on Yang Pingsheng's shoulder like a jelly: "Pingsheng, are you going to burn all of this?"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head and said, "I'll send them all to Li Chuxun."

The system asked, "Why?"

Yang Pingsheng replied, "So as not to bore her."

The system cautiously inquired, "Ping Sheng, do you have any questions about the Heavenly Dao Project?"

It still remembered that when it first came to this world, Yang Pingsheng kept doubting whether the Heavenly Dao had chosen the wrong target. It laughed it off for a long time before it finally got away with it.

Don't you care anymore?

As expected, Yang Pingsheng replied, "Does it matter?"

I'm about to finish this life, so what else matters?

The system responded quietly, "It's not important."

The spiritual energy carried the storybooks one by one, flying towards the girl's secret residence. Yang Pingsheng calculated the speed of the spiritual energy's flight to ensure that they wouldn't arrive too quickly.

After doing all this, he pushed open the door and walked out.

The system was startled. Seeing that Yang Pingsheng had no intention of using spiritual energy to isolate the rain, it tried to use its energy to help him isolate it.

But Yang Pingsheng seemed to have known what it was thinking all along, and said, "No need."

That's fine.

The solitary mountain peak stood silently, cleansed by the rain. The only sounds were the raindrops and the occasional rumble of thunder, creating an eerie atmosphere. Such a rainy night could make for a decent thriller, but it wouldn't suit Yang Pingsheng as the protagonist. He possessed a rare quietude that didn't match the eerie atmosphere of the night; it felt superfluous.

Or perhaps, he was always the one who was superfluous.

The violets were all dead; their petals lay scattered on the ground, devoid of fragrance, cold and lifeless, a testament to their death.

Yang Pingsheng dug up some soil and buried all the violets.

“You can just lie here,” Yang Pingsheng said. “Otherwise, if it gets flooded by the rain, we don’t know where it will go.”

The system watched silently.

For some reason, it felt a little irritable.

Back in the room, it used its energy to evaporate the rainwater off Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng entered the room, lay down on the bed, stared blankly at the ceiling.

The system blocked his view: "Ping Sheng, you didn't close the door."

Yang Pingsheng looked directly at it, but his gaze seemed to pass over it, continuing to look at the ceiling: "Open the door, listen to the rain."

"You can hear it even with the door closed."

"Then let it ventilate."

After a moment of silence, the system said, "Ping Sheng, if you have any questions, you can ask them directly."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

This silence lasted a bit longer, until the system became impatient and wanted to leave, at which point Yang Pingsheng asked, "When is the earliest we can leave?"

"Why is it this question?" the system asked angrily. "Don't you have anything else to ask?"

"It's gone."

"Alright," the system said. "At the earliest, it will be a few months, and at the latest, this year, before we can leave this world."

"In the next world, please don't make me play this kind of role. I've been doing this for several lifetimes, and I'm tired of it."

“Not in the next life.” The system thought for a moment. “The female villain in the next life… Although I haven’t gotten all the information yet, as far as I know, the female villain in the next life has a rather strange personality, likes to be masochistic, I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

Yang Pingsheng yawned: "What's so strange about that? You like being tortured, but you're not the one torturing me."

The system said, "It's hard to describe. You'll see when you see it. What, you also want to complete it as soon as possible? Have you thought about your wish?"

"Can people be resurrected?"

"Of course not," the system said. "Didn't I tell you that in my first life?"

At the very beginning, Yang Pingsheng asked the system if he could wish to resurrect the dead, and the system's answer at the time was no.

To be brought back to life is a great taboo of Heaven. In this world, nothing is immortal, not even Heaven.

The only thing that remains constant is the Great Way.

"I forgot." Yang Pingsheng patted his head. "My memory hasn't been very good lately."

The system was about to speak, telling Yang Pingsheng a whole bunch of benefits of making other wishes, but Yang Pingsheng quickly shut it down with one sentence: "What's the point of making such wishes?"

The system suddenly moved closer, and the ball of light became rounder, as if it had puffed out its cheeks.

"Who do you think you are?" it snarled. "Beauty, money, power, status, authority—you can have whatever you want. You've helped the Heavenly Way and protected countless lives; that's a tremendous act of merit. You deserve to enjoy everything. You could even say you want to be the emperor!"

"I protected countless lives?" Yang Pingsheng smiled. "I couldn't even protect my own apprentice."

A thunderclap sounded outside.

The system's voice trailed off: "The protagonist won't die."

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Where is the school song? And what about the other disciples of the Kongling Sect?"

The system fell silent.

Yang Pingsheng turned over, his back to the system.

Is salvation built on sacrifice truly salvation?

Can you call it justice to sacrifice some people's lives?

The system muttered, "I understand what you're saying, but I can't help it. The plan wasn't made by me; it was all ordained by Heaven. How dare I disobey Heaven's will? Just like you in this life, if you followed your own ideas, you would only sacrifice more and more in your first and second lives. What's the point? Heaven's will is all-encompassing and its wisdom is profound. We can't reach its level, but is it wrong to obey and follow it?"

The system watched the retreating figure turn away: "Who doesn't want to be a good person?!"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.