The improved female villains regained their memories.

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The girl fell asleep.

She had originally intended to write a letter, but unexpectedly, the warm sunshine made her fall asleep.

In her dream, she dreamed of many things.

I dreamt of my grandmother, I dreamt of a rainy night, I dreamt of the people who were killed.

She dreamed of her benefactor, who called her name and asked her to come with her.

She was overjoyed. The figures of her grandmother and her benefactor gradually overlapped. She was about to reach out her hand, but then, everything shattered.

"Grandma, Grandma, wait!"

She cried out and looked pleadingly at her benefactor, but to her surprise, her benefactor no longer offered her any help, but instead watched her quietly.

An endless stream of origami cranes emerged, transforming into shackles that bound her tightly.

"Let go, let go!"

In the darkness, she screamed desperately, but no one answered. The solidified darkness covered almost half of her body, and its coldness filled her with despair.

Hey.

Hey.

Footsteps could be heard not far ahead.

A man walked gracefully toward her, holding a sharp knife in his hand.

"you....."

As she tried to speak, the shadow climbed up and covered her lips.

"Waaaaaahhhhhh!!"

She saw it.

she was.

The person who wanted to kill her was herself.

In a daze, the words of that old beggar from ten years ago echoed in my ears once again.

fate?

What is destiny?

Am I destined to be killed?

The girl felt the sharpness of the blade even before it touched her, and she struggled desperately in fear, but the shadow held her tightly, preventing her from escaping.

The blade pierced through, and in an instant, crimson blood spread across the darkness.

So that's how it is. This is my fate.

In the final moments, did I actually die by my own hand?

As she was thinking, she suddenly felt the darkness crumble before her eyes.

Someone was calling to her from the depths of her soul.

"Wake up."

The soft sound pierced the darkness like sunlight, dispelling everything.

Something burst forth from the earth, its crimson color flowing backwards. She suddenly raised her hand, pounced like a wolf, and seized another version of herself by the throat.

"Why did you kill me?"

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she spoke almost as if roaring:

"Instead of me killing you!?"

The darkness shattered.

She opened her eyes.

The bright sunlight fell on her, just like before she went to sleep, warm and comforting. The cut bamboo forest stood quietly, and a gentle breeze caressed her hair, making the whole world seem unreal. Only the figure of the person who came was firmly imprinted in her eyes.

Yang Pingsheng approached, saw her dazed expression, and asked, "Why are you sleeping here?"

"......"

At this moment, all darkness receded, and his benefactor stood before him. Ten years of correspondence had finally brought him to life.

She looked up, patted her muddled mind, and realized that a whole night had passed.

"My benefactor, you..."

She trembled slightly and didn't know what to say. Only when she arrived did she realize that a paper crane was perched on her lap—it was probably written to her by her benefactor last night, but she hadn't had time to hand over the one she had written.

Ultimately, she had overslept and made a mistake. She hurriedly put it away and said, "My benefactor, yesterday I was..."

She was so panicked that her mind went completely blank. The deep darkness dissipated under the sunlight, becoming so soft it seemed to drip with moisture.

Yang Pingsheng didn't mind and said with a smile, "You haven't had breakfast yet? Let's eat together."

The girl then noticed that Yang Pingsheng was carrying two breakfasts.

Memories of the past kept overlapping. Although it was the place where she had lived as a child, for some reason, the girl was extremely nervous. Even after the table was set and she had a soup spoon, she still couldn't eat a single bite, her hands trembling.

"My benefactor, I...I......"

Perhaps because she had been sitting for too long, the bamboo stool she was sitting on broke with a bang, and she fell to the ground.

Yang Pingsheng reacted quickly and caught her.

"Are you okay?"

"No, it's nothing."

She gripped Yang Pingsheng's arm tightly, the memories of the past intertwined with the darkness of her nightmares, making her nose sting with tears.

"fine."

She looked up and saw a hole in the roof.

"I came to find you to ask if you would like to return to the Kongling Sect with me." Seeing the girl's nervous appearance, Yang Pingsheng decided to get to the point quickly.

Therefore, he played his trump card: "From now on, you can call me Master."

Master.

A strong sense of dreaminess washed over her, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment.

The phrase "Master, benefactor" means that the master is willing to accept me as a disciple.

This means that she can repay her debt of gratitude and also has a new place to belong, no longer having to guess what her colleagues mean at the cultivation center.

This is.......

Is this happiness?

Once, Lan Xiu asked her what kind of happiness she wanted to pursue.

She was stunned at that moment and only replied with one sentence: "Repay kindness with kindness, and avenge wrongs with revenge."

Lan Xiu smiled and said, "That's your life motto, not your happiness. You'll always have to find your own happiness."

One's own happiness.

The girl snapped back to reality.

It's like a flame encountered in the cold winter, or a bowl of soup found when one is starving.

Even if it's an illusion, it's still happiness.

She knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Yang Pingsheng, saying, "Disciple greets Master."

The price tag of fate had already been set; at that time, she didn't know what kind of decision she had made.

Chapter 433 Misplacement

Yang Pingsheng brought back a young girl.

This is nothing special in the Kongling Sect. As the peak master, what does it matter if Yang Pingsheng takes on a few disciples?

As long as Yang Pingsheng is willing, and the person being taken is willing, what does it matter if others are not?

But there are always people who are unwilling.

At night, Li Chumo arrived outside the Kongling Sect with a cold face.

She walked to the cave they had agreed upon, waved her hand to break the set formation, and walked in as if no one else was there.

Inside, Xiao Qitian was having a meeting with several members of the Demonic Sect. Upon seeing Li Chumo enter, one of them immediately stood up and roared angrily, "You let go..."

Li Chumo remained expressionless, casually waving his hand. The man's face contorted, and he fell to the ground with a thud, his face withered and aged.

She is already able to draw upon the power of the Great Void within her body.

The others stood up abruptly, but were stopped by Xiao Qitian. He looked up at Li Chumo, who was covered in black energy, and smiled faintly: "What are you doing?"

She was becoming increasingly tyrannical, he thought, which was a good thing.

Li Chumo's face was as cold as ice: "Master has brought one back again."

Xiao Qitian had already received the news, but he still rested his chin on his hand and asked cooperatively, "And then?"

"Her ears and tail are the same as mine, but the difference is..." Li Chumo's tone turned murderous as he continued, "She is a fox spirit."

Ten years ago, on the day the fireworks went off.

They had met before.

From that moment on, the threads of fate began to dance, binding the two together, inseparable ever since.

"Didn't I tell you this already?" Xiao Qitian laughed. "You're just a secret treasure. Your encounter with your master, and what you thought was affection, were all just a misunderstanding. The real Li Chumo will return sooner or later, and when that happens, you will have nothing left."

"No, I am Li Chumo, there is no other Li Chumo in this world."

Even if what you say is true, I am who I am now, and no one can replace me!

Xiao Qitian chuckled.