The improved female villains regained their memories.

"The human chess piece influences the villain, but the villain can also influence the human chess piece."

"We will only entangle and torment each other, and then sink into eternal depravity."

Her words caused a crack in Yang Pingsheng's sword spirit.

"Just like Yang Pingsheng and you."

Chapter 500 Ye Buxin's True Form

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, not only his daily life with Xiaoyu, but also his daily life with those villains flooded Yang Pingsheng's mind.

The phrase "just like Yang Pingsheng and you all" caused his recovered memories to surge forth, twisting his mind.

Guilt and remorse surged over him like a tidal wave, nearly suffocating him to death.

He could no longer run away.

Only by becoming a villain can one understand what the things they did in the past really meant.

[Stay calm, stay calm. If Xiaoyu really is part of that villain's scheme, if what Li Chumo said is true, then I absolutely cannot collapse here. I cannot break down!]

If I break down, the villain's balance might be disrupted, which might be exactly what she wants. I need to stay calm, stay calm!

The Sword Soul Heart burst forth with dazzling light.

He clutched his heart, panting heavily. Li Chumo, who was beside him, also stepped forward, trying to subdue Xiaoyu. Therefore, the person supporting him was Song Panning. She held his arm tightly and said in a cold voice, "Pingsheng, don't think about it. Don't pay attention to that woman's words. You did nothing wrong. Cheer up."

"I didn't do anything..."

puff!

Another mouthful of blood.

He almost collapsed.

Song Panning held him tightly, her eyes reddening, and roared, "Qingtian, take that woman down with you!"

At this point, the situation completely erupted into chaos.

Xu Anlu and Luo Benmo, disregarding costs, unleashed a barrage of attacks using Dao Traces mixed with Immortal Killing Techniques. Li Chumo continuously used spatial displacement to compress Xiaoyu's space, and with Qingtian's encirclement, the four True Immortal Realm warriors were besieging a mere mortal.

If Dionysus were here, he'd probably be beaten so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

But Xiaoyu was different. She ignored Li Chumo's forced spatial displacement, resisted the attacks of Xu Anlu and Luo Benmo, and Qingtian's demonic energy could not harm her in the slightest.

The three women and one demon grew increasingly alarmed as they fought, because Xiaoyu seemed to exist without a body, rendering all their plans against her ineffective.

Not only her, but the cats and dogs she was holding also ceased to exist.

"It's almost time."

A distorted spatial rift appeared, and no matter how much power Xu Anlu and Li Chumo used, they could not close it.

She looked at the crazed female villains, then at Yang Pingsheng, who had collapsed to the ground coughing up blood.

She could only feel her heart trembling.

"See you later..."

Her body fell backward, entered the spatial rift, and disappeared from sight.

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The Imperial Palace.

Having obtained a palace from the emperor, Su Murong, lacking any class, sat there, indulging in lavish eating and drinking.

The Azure Dragon ran off to find a man, while the White Tiger went to the imperial palace's prison. The Black Tortoise usually stayed nearby to sleep, and only the Vermilion Bird transformed into human form to keep Su Murong company.

She took a few bites, then looked outside anxiously: "My lord, Song Panning has sent a signal from the manor. Are we really not going to provide support?"

"Of course I'm not going." Su Murong was gnawing on a pork knuckle, her mouth dripping with oil. She said with her cheeks puffed out, "I'm just an ordinary person. If the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up. If something really happens, let Song Panning and Xu Anlu take care of it. I've worked so hard to provide support, can't I enjoy myself a bit?"

Zhuque hesitated for a moment: "What if Yang Pingsheng is in danger? Aren't you worried?"

“What danger could he possibly be in? His sister and older sister watch him like he’s a dog every day. Now that they have an orc apprentice, who knows what kind of fight they’ll have.” Su Murong said while gnawing on a pork knuckle, “It’s alright, let’s eat our food.”

"Alright, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Murong suddenly threw down the pork knuckle and his expression turned serious.

Something's not right!

Suzaku was startled: "What's wrong?"

Su Murong didn't mince words, saying, "I left some tricks on Yang Pingsheng. If he encounters danger, I'll sense it."

"Popularity can be achieved through such methods?" Suzaku asked in surprise, "Is it serious?"

"No, he's still alive, but his sword spirit..."

Her expression changed: "Oh no, the Sword Soul Heart is about to shatter!"

"what?"

"Damn it, hurry up and transform so I can ride you! I don't want to have a romantic relationship with a wooden doll!"

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The surroundings were completely silent; the sounds of flames and lightning couldn't reach him. He knelt on the ground, which was stained crimson with the blood he had vomited.

Just like Yang Pingsheng and you.

The destructive power of those words continued. Even though Yang Pingsheng kept trying to calm himself down, his sword soul heart still began to crumble.

"No, no, I need to calm down, I need to calm down!"

"If the Sword Soul Heart is gone, not only will I have let Song Panning down, but we will also have no hope left."

Calm down, calm down!

But can human emotions be controlled so easily?

Even though Yang Pingsheng was an immortal and had lived through nine lifetimes, his suppressed emotions were unleashed to their fullest extent at this moment due to Xiaoyu's constant influence.

Only then did he realize that he wasn't heartless; he just wanted to escape.

"Calm down, calm down!"

I'm afraid to wipe it!

Cracks appeared in the Sword Soul Heart.

An unusual aura surged up and enveloped the Sword Soul Heart, but it was quickly dispersed by an inexplicable force.

I'm afraid to wipe it.

The cracks continued to spread.

He clutched his heart in fear, looking at his trembling body, when suddenly he realized something and looked at his shadow.

Something is unfolding.

The shattering stopped, and the icy Yin energy followed, protecting the sword soul heart that was on the verge of collapse.

"Brother."

From the shadows, Wen Shihan appeared in a black martial arts outfit. She knelt down on one knee next to Yang Pingsheng, ignoring Song Panning's surprised gaze, and whispered, "Xiaohan is here."

Surprisingly, a trace of warmth appeared in that cold, yin energy.

When the incident occurred, Wen Shihan did not rush to surround Xiaoyu, but instead lurked in Yang Pingsheng's shadow to keep an eye on his situation.

They had already established a deep bond, and the influence of a mere six months of human interaction could not sever her tireless protection day and night.

Yang Pingsheng looked up at her, his shattered pupils gradually returning to normal: "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it's okay now."

Wen Shihan said, "Brother, let's go home."

"it is good."

A cold hand reached out and covered Yang Pingsheng's slightly trembling palm.

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The moon climbed slowly upwards along the edge of the sky.

The villains all moved into the palace. Because so much had happened today, they discussed it and decided to let Yang Pingsheng have some peace and quiet by himself.

Every villain had come from the human chess world and knew that this matter was of great importance; if not handled properly, it could lead to serious problems. Therefore, even Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo did not disturb him, which was quite rare.

Yang Pingsheng sat in a chair in the room, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, lost in thought.

The sword soul was protected by countless forces, and the effects of the blood and qi attacking the heart within the body were also healed. However, the human intention that Xiaoyu instilled could not be so easily removed.

Tonight, he answered the female villains' questions for a full hour, repeatedly assuring them that he had not fallen in love with Xiaoyu, that he had no master-disciple relationship with her, no master-servant relationship, and even no friendship, before they let him go.

As he was thinking, he suddenly saw a head pop out of the window; it was Su Murong.

"Doctor, I heard you were kicked and your Dao heart shattered."

She flipped over and climbed in through the window, only to fall to the ground with a thud. Yang Pingsheng was both amused and exasperated. He got up to help her up and asked, "How did you get in?"

The entire place was covered by Song Panning's array, Luo Benmo's intuitive radar was on the roof, Wen Shihan's shadow was at the door, Li Chumo's spatial markers were inside the house, and even the surrounding area was filled with shadow guards arranged by Xu Anlu.

Even if Su Murong were a true immortal, she wouldn't be able to sneak in, let alone be a mere mortal.

“How did I get in? I had to beg them one by one. After all, they interrogated you, but I was excluded just because I wasn’t there. That’s not fair.”

She stood up and patted her chest, saying, "When it comes to counseling, I'm the one who can do it."

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly: "I'm fine now."

"Stop bragging! You almost shattered the Sword Soul Heart, and you're still saying you're okay?"

She opened the package she was carrying, revealing its contents.

"Fine wine, roast chicken." She pointed to the two items inside, then to the moon and herself outside the window: "Beautiful scenery, beautiful woman, so tell me, shall we talk or not?"

"chat."