The improved female villains regained their memories.

Wen Shihan scoffed, "Do I need to explain my actions to you?"

The dark figure suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, declaring resolutely, "I'll just give up this half of the essence!"

Essence is far more important than the soul.

Souls can be replaced, talents can be altered, and fate can be changed, but essence remains eternal.

When a person's essence is completely worn away, he is no longer himself.

"Hehe..." Ye Buxin suddenly chuckled, "Half of your essence, you're really willing to part with it."

Unexpectedly, she sheathed her longsword, and the green light around her dissipated.

"You can go now." She stepped aside to make way for her.

The dark figure froze in place.

A long silence spread through the underworld. The escape route had been opened, but Wen Shihan's avatar remained unmoved.

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In the library of Jixia Academy, there was a peculiar book that Wen Shihan remembered vividly.

That book, "The World's Most Beautiful Women," not only recorded the most stunning beauties of the time, but also preserved those breathtaking faces with a mysterious photographic technique.

The foremost figure in the genealogy belongs to the mysterious Queen Princess of Chu.

It is said that when that princess was born, the Daoist energy flowed throughout the world, moving even the emotionless and desireless immortals.

The elders of the Jixia Academy had no choice but to travel to the State of Chu to persuade the King of Chu to use a secret method to seal his appearance.

Even after being weakened by many factors, its breathtaking beauty still makes all the beauties of the world pale in comparison—it is a beauty full of vitality, like the first green shoots of early spring, or the vigorous energy of the rising sun.

The figure sealed between the pages of the book, accompanied by these lines of poetry:

"Her cloud-like hair half-hidden from the moonlight, her delicate silk robes lightly cut, like the gentle flow of the Luo River."

Her jade-like bones exude a fragrance as pure as spring snow, her icy silk shadows ripple as night pearls float.

A smile that could launch a thousand ships vanished in an instant, leaving behind only the sorrow of a solitary heron, a peerless figure.

Do not ask where the celestial abode is, for there is no place in the mortal world to accommodate such elegance.

At this moment, Wen Shihan stared at Ye Buxin in front of him.

Having attained the Heavenly Dao, she no longer concealed her appearance. Under the intertwining of emerald light and the power of the Heavenly Dao, her breathtaking beauty gained an even more transcendent aura.

In a daze, Wen Shihan seemed to see the legendary figure in the "Beauty Register".

"Ye Buxin." Wen Shihan's voice suddenly came from the shadows, "Why are you targeting my brother?"

Before an answer could be given, she posed a second question: "What do you think... you are like in his eyes?"

Ye Buxin's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her emerald pupils.

She didn't expect Wen Shihan to suddenly ask about this.

His fingertips, shrouded in greenery, gently brushed across the sword hilt, and a meaningful smile curved his lips.

"An interesting question." Her voice was like a clear spring pattering on jade. "But isn't it a bit inappropriate to discuss this now? Are you really not going to keep that other half of your true nature?"

The shadowy figure trembled slightly, but Wen Shihan's voice remained unusually firm: "Answer me."

The eerie winds of the underworld suddenly ceased, and even the surging nether energy seemed to freeze.

Ye Buxin gazed at the persistent black figure and suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter carried a hint of nostalgia, a touch of melancholy, and a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to define.

“You know what?” She looked up at the dark, gloomy sky, “Sometimes the most moving thing isn’t the answer, but the process of wanting something and not getting it.” As the green light swirled, her figure gradually became ethereal. “Perhaps you should ask him for the answer yourself.”

A ghostly wind blew by, and her figure vanished.

She actually let Wen Shihan go.

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Yang Pingsheng carried the seriously injured Ye Buxin on his back.

He felt the person on his back breathing weaker.

"Throughout my life..."

"Ok?"

He was also injured and his strength was waning, but he still tried his best to respond to Ye Buxin's voice.

The faint voice sounded in Yang Pingsheng's ear: "Pingsheng, you like the princess's appearance very much, don't you?"

"......"

“I know you like it very much. You’ve said this many times. You said that year, when you saw ‘me’ for the first time in the crowd, you somehow saw ‘my’ true appearance.”

"......"

"The powerful perception granted by your innate immortal body allowed you to see the true nature of 'my' appearance and see through the spells that sealed it. Hehehe, that's why you were tempted..."

“Cloth Heart…”

"In my entire life, I've only ever asked this one question."

"Go ahead and ask."

"If I didn't have that kind of appearance, or if I could no longer imitate that kind of appearance, would you still fall in love with my true self? Would you still become my confidant with me in this true self?"

The weakened monster asked with worry and fear.

She also wanted to know the answer to that question.

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But what is the answer to that question?

Yang Pingsheng raised his head slightly and looked at Wen Shihan in front of him.

He didn't know what Wen Shihan had experienced in the Netherworld that made her suddenly come over and ask him this question.

But he still answered.

"In my eyes, she is my greatest enemy, someone I must kill."

Yang Pingsheng gave Wen Shihan a reassuring answer.

"No matter what she looks like, I will not be soft-hearted."

All that happened before seems like a dream.

Chapter 748 Forgetting Feelings

Luo Benmo's mansion was shrouded in the hazy moonlight, and the eaves of the pavilion outlined a cool and serene silhouette under the starlight.

Yang Pingsheng stood quietly in the pavilion, his clothes fluttering gently in the night breeze. After listening to Wen Shihan's narration, his silence seemed particularly long in the night.

Wen Shihan gazed at his elder brother's profile, the moonlight casting a silvery edge on his features.

She had thought that she would be at ease after receiving an answer, but the prolonged silence made her fingers unconsciously tighten around her sleeves.

"Is that so? That's what she said." Yang Pingsheng finally spoke, his voice as soft as a sigh, drifting away in the night breeze.

“She let me go, but deliberately left the Yin energy I had spread in the Netherworld.” Wen Shihan frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. “I can’t see through her intentions, so I dare not make any rash moves.”

From the shadows of the pavilion came Yang Pingsheng's low laughter: "That doesn't sound like something Xiao Han would say."

"Then, brother, would you be willing to tell me your true intentions?" Wen Shihan asked in return, her eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.

Yang Pingsheng turned around, a gentle smile on his face: "Xiao Han is so smart, she must have already guessed it."

“You have gathered all the earth veins and human fortune of the main world.” Wen Shihan’s voice was soft, but every word was clear.

Half of her essence remained in the underworld, while the other half always stayed by Yang Pingsheng's side.

She neither wanted nor cared to participate in those intricate plans and convoluted schemes. Her battlefield was always only one place—the game against Ye Buxin, Tian Bulian, and even... the person before her.

In a nearby room, Yang Luoyi was talking to Yang Pingsheng's avatar. As perceptive as she was, she had already begun to doubt the true identity of the person beside her; time was running out.

“What you need to do next, brother, is to integrate the forces of all parties and prepare to march into the Netherworld, right?” Wen Shihan took a step forward, the moonlight shining on her shoulder. “But in order to maintain the illusion, you will still cooperate with Song Panning’s plan, at least on the surface.”

Yang Pingsheng stood silently, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

But the silence itself was the answer. Wen Shihan gazed into her brother's eyes, and in those deep pupils, she saw the same unwavering essence as herself.

The moonlight remains the same, and the night is as it was yesterday.

The two men facing each other in the pavilion were thinking completely different things.

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The final preparations are in full swing.

Yang Luo was taken away by Shi Guijia to fully assist Song Panning in perfecting the grand formation; Luo Benmo went into seclusion to remelt the impure spiritual energy within his body and temper his spiritual roots to their peak; Xu Anyin's soul finally reached its full potential, while Xu Anlu's physical body also reached perfection through countless trials. Li Chumo and Wen Shihan's whereabouts were unknown; the two severed all contact and seemed to be secretly preparing something.

Meanwhile, Yang Pingsheng focused on integrating with the earth's veins during this time. Without the hindrance of the villains, his progress was much faster. Now everything was ready, and they only needed to wait for Song Panning's grand formation to be completed before they could head straight for the Netherworld.

However, before Song Panning arrived, Yang Pingsheng was greeted by another uninvited guest.

"Suckling."

A frivolous whistle drifted in from outside the window. Yang Pingsheng put down his book and turned his head to look. He saw a head peeking out from the window frame, long gray hair fluttering in the wind, and a mischievous smile on its face as it winked at him.

Is nobody home?

This sounded a bit strange, but Yang Pingsheng nodded nonetheless.

Su Murong whistled, then nimbly flipped and leaped into the house. As he landed, he turned back and shouted into the void, "Four Heavenly Spirits, seal off the area tightly! Don't let even an ant in!"

She approached Yang Pingsheng like a puppy, her face full of ingratiating smiles, and took out a pill from her bosom, handing it to him: "Here you go."

Yang Pingsheng didn't ask any further questions. He took the pill and swallowed it before asking, "What brings you here today?"

As a "cooperator," Su Murong should have operated in the shadows; revealing too much of himself would easily arouse suspicion from other villains.

Seeing him take the pill, Su Murong's eyes immediately curved into crescents: "If they can come, why can't I?"

"Hmm." Yang Pingsheng nodded. "That's good, there's really no one here now."

There was no one there, but there were other "things".

Yang Pingsheng carried tokens left by the villains, and was also being secretly monitored by countless people. Their conversation at this moment might be being overheard by someone.