The improved female villains regained their memories.

The fire was extinguished. Under the stars and the waning moon, the girl, tears streaming down her face, almost roared, "I know, I know everything!"

"Of course I know this could be a trap, part of your plan. All those thousand-plus memories were just the prelude to this moment!"

"But so what? I don't care!"

"Yang Pingsheng, let me tell you, I don't care!"

"Think what you want, whether it's a plan or a trap, it doesn't matter. This is what I, Jiang Mochang, wanted to do!"

"This is my will!!"

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long long ago.

The girl was used as a weapon, chained up and imprisoned in a dungeon.

The door opened, and a piece of black bread was thrown in.

She picked it up and wolfed it down.

After finishing her meal, she licked the crumbs off her hands and remained motionless.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window above, faint and almost imperceptible.

Beneath the dirty pink hair, those eyes involuntarily looked over.

As if suddenly brought to life, she reached out her hand in that direction, her face radiant with happiness: "I want to go there, I want to go..."

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long long ago.

The boy and his confidant clashed for the first time.

"The so-called free will is a joke," the confidant said. "In this world, the wise lead the foolish, and the strong lead the weak. Even among the weakest group of people, there will always be a relatively powerful one, and that relatively powerful one will impose his will on the masses."

"Everyone has their own will, but there is only one will among the masses, and that is the will of the strong."

"Let me tell you, everyone's purest will is nothingness. It is the strong who fabricate a will, placing it above everyone else, making everyone believe that it is their own will."

"The growth of a strong person requires them to slowly evolve from an ant who endures humiliation and only obeys the queen's commands, to create a will stronger than the queen's, and that stronger will is learned from beings stronger than the queen."

"The Way of Heaven is the most powerful will. Only by replacing the Way of Heaven can we become the true strongest."

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The girl in the dungeon slightly raised her head.

She thought she heard something.

In the direction of the light, a shadow flickered, followed by a sound.

"My daughter, that's my daughter! Why won't you let me see my daughter?!"

She heard a woman's voice, and then many shadows appeared.

Soon, the spiritual energy surged, and all the shadows and sounds vanished.

The girl's eyes widened slightly as she saw something fall from the light.

Blown by the wind, it drifted into the dungeon.

She hurriedly scrambled over, the chains creaking and making noise.

It was a pure white feather.

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At the foot of the mountain, a crystal-clear stream meanders by, its waters gently lapping against the pebbles, creating a melodious tinkling sound, like a natural symphony. Wildflowers bloom along the stream's banks, butterflies flutter about, and occasionally a few deer leap nimbly across, their eyes filled with curiosity and tranquility, as if everything here is peaceful and undisturbed.

A figure sat on a rock by the stream, surrounded by spiritual energy that made his figure indistinct.

The boy emerged from the bushes, approached, and bowed: "Master."

The man coughed a few times and asked, "Did you two have a fight?"

The boy said, "There was a small argument."

The man said, "You and Ye Buxin are both studying the hidden places. Although your directions are different, you arrive at the same goal. Ye Buxin is too concerned about the influence of fate."

The boy didn't speak.

The man continued, “You see, nothing in this world is all-encompassing. If you go this way, you won’t find it there; if you go that way, you won’t find it here either. In that child’s eyes, the only thing that can unify and influence everything is fate.”

"But destiny is derived from the laws of nature, and when applied to a person, it becomes their fate. We are most heavily influenced by our fate when we are first born, but as things develop, we will gradually change."

"Although the roots are still there, the things we do are ultimately different. It's like trees; although they are all the same kind of trees, the fruits vary in size."

"So how do we use these fruits? Most people only know that ripe fruits are eaten and unripe fruits are thrown away. However, big fruits have their uses, small fruits have their uses, ripe fruits have their uses, and unripe fruits have their uses."

"Those who are talented will find a use for them, and those who are not talented will find a use for them."

"Heaven does not define things; only humans can define all things in the world."

The young man bowed again: "This disciple understands."

The man said, "I'm telling you all this because I want to tell you that your secluded place has its own uses, and sometimes you don't need to be too humble towards her."

"Master, I don't want to fight her. After all, she is..."

"Pingsheng, I've already told you everything..."

The man spoke softly, as if in a dream: "Go this way, and it won't be there over there; go over there, and it won't be here either."

"When two opposing sides are at odds, there will inevitably be betrayal and loyalty."

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The chain broke.

The girl stood at the cell door, her pink spiritual energy surging forth and bombarding the array set up there.

With a wave of her hand, talismans appeared near the prison, destroying everything.

"The weapons have been brought out!"

"Out of control! The weapons are out of control!"

"Go and inform the gang leader immediately!"

One after another, talismans were thrown out, their multicolored light engulfing everything. Many people were swallowed by the light before they could even utter a word.

The girl walked out of the dungeon and stood in the sunlight for the first time.

So beautiful, so refreshing.

She closed her eyes and took a satisfied breath.

"Calm down, Mo Chang, don't be impulsive. I'm your uncle. We treated you that way to suppress your spiritual energy. You should..."

A noisy person appeared from the side, but Jiang Mochang didn't even look at him and killed him with a wave of his hand.

Starting from the dungeon entrance, talismans stretched out one after another, like crawling snakes, spreading to every corner.

She took out the pure white feather, placed it in her hand, and gently blew on it.

The howling wind swept by, blowing it toward the sun.

She smiled and whispered, "Fly, free bird."

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The fire in the bonfire reignited.

Jiang Mochang lay quietly in Yang Pingsheng's arms.

Yang Pingsheng stroked her head and told her stories from the past.

When talking about what his master had said to him, Jiang Mochang stood up and asked, "I don't understand. What did your master mean?"

Yang Pingsheng said with a smile, "Mo Chang, if you choose this, you will lose that. In a conflicting situation, there will inevitably be betrayal and loyalty."

"I don't understand......"

"I'm happy that you chose to help me, but you'll also lose a lot. Our relationship, this and that, are ultimately just experiences—our feelings, your will, and so on..."

“We are not incompatible, and I will never be like that woman. In my life, I will keep my word and will never betray you.”

"No...that's not what I meant."

Yang Pingsheng clutched his heart and, for the first time, spoke with a peculiar emotion: "The contradiction is never between you and me, but between myself, Mo Chang. Love is contradictory. I want to use love to make you help me willingly, but I myself will also be influenced by love and betrayed by love."

"Mo Chang, as for me now..."

"...I don't want you to go down this path anymore."

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When the boy returned, his confidante was already waiting for him in a familiar place.

Upon seeing him, his confidante immediately said, "You went to see your master."

The boy nodded: "Yes."

The confidant smiled helplessly: "You used a secluded place, what is it, teacher-student relationship?"

The boy shrugged: "Who knows? Do you even know what your hidden place is?"

The confidant pointed at the boy and said, "Pingsheng, one day you will understand that those things will not work. The only thing we can rely on is ourselves."

The boy nodded: "I don't deny it."

My confidant laughed and waved his hand: "Don't give me that. I won't go into your secret place."

The boy said, "You're not the kind of heartless person."

The confidant nodded: "That's because you're my companion now, but if one day you become my enemy, I won't show any mercy."

The boy said, "Me too."

A close friend said, "Because our paths are different..."

The young man said, "We cannot work together."

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After saying this, Yang Pingsheng felt a tremor in his heart.