The improved female villains regained their memories.

Prime Minister Li Si disliked talismans and had all messages delivered by his secret guards, a fact that Li Zhujun had known for some time.

He reluctantly looked away from the peach blossoms, took the coded message from the guard, used his spiritual energy to dismantle the miniature array on it, and took it out to examine it.

"My senior brother and Meng Tian are getting so close. Oh dear, this is going to be difficult."

He smiled and said, his eyes revealing no emotion, and watched the guards leave before looking at the peach blossoms in the courtyard.

A breeze blows, and the peach blossoms sway gently.

He suddenly remembered a long time ago, when he was still in the Ghost Valley Sect, his senior brother led him up the mountain, all the way to the top of Yunmeng Mountain.

He asked, "Junior brother, what are your plans after you leave the mountain?"

If Li Zhujun remembered correctly, his answer at the time was something like, "Senior brother is joking. What plans could I possibly have? At most, I'll find a woman, have a child, and spend the rest of my life with her."

Fusu shook his head.

"Junior brother, with such great talent, wouldn't it be a pity to waste your life?"

He pointed into the distance, where there were clouds, mountains, indistinct towns, and countless crowds.

"Unify the world, leave your mark on history, and establish the hegemony of our human race. Junior brother, scheming is not for you. This is what you should be doing."

A peach blossom fell in the wind, and Li Zhujun reached out and pinched it.

He couldn't help but laugh.

There's nothing in this world that we should do.

In the distance, a talisman flew over; it was intelligence delivered by one of their own.

Li Zhujun reached out and pinched the talisman, which burned to ashes. After reading it, his smile widened, his squinty eyes like slits, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"My junior brothers and sisters have all come down from the mountain..."

That's it.

Only in this way can he see clearly and understand what people in this world should do.

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"The King of Qi has surrendered, and the State of Qi has perished. You need not go any further."

In the secluded room, the person's voice was heavy, filled with deep sorrow.

"The Grand Master is dead. The land of the Mohists is now only in the Qin Kingdom."

"Until a new leader is chosen, you may all disperse."

Stepping out of the secret room and into the sunlight, Wang Jingxing was still not quite used to it.

The State of Qi fell, the Jixia Academy was disbanded, and its leader was also killed.

The Qin state unified the world and became the final victor.

He sat down against the big tree, his companions scattered in twos and threes, each silent.

Nobody knew what to do next.

They acted in the name of righteousness, yet they could not stop the Qin state from conquering the world. Even the Hutian Sect, the symbol of righteousness in their hearts, remained silent.

The gentleman did not win; he won against the jackals and tigers.

A mechanical bird fell from the sky and landed in Wang Jingxing's arms.

He used his spiritual energy to unlock the mechanical bird and read the letters inside.

After reading it, his dimmed eyes lit up again.

He jumped up.

His companion asked him, "Where are you planning to go?"

Wang Jingxing said, "Go to the Qin state."

He will not give up.

The Mohist school perished, but its fundamental principles must not.

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On the official road, a carriage slowly moved forward.

There was no spiritual energy, no spirit beasts, just an ordinary horse-drawn carriage, moving slowly and bumpily forward.

Nangong Qingyang sat in the car, his worried eyes gazing out the window, having pondered for a long time throughout the journey.

A young girl approached from the side, trembling all over: "Sister, it hurts so much."

Nangong Qingyang interrupted his thoughts, immediately turned his head, and asked softly, "Has it flared up again? Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere."

The girl nestled in Nangong Qingyang's arms, and Nangong Qingyang had to do his best to comfort her.

Finally, the girl stopped, and asked weakly, "Sister, where are we going?"

"Let's go to the Qin state."

Can the State of Qin cure my illness?

"Perhaps."

"But sister, Qin is not..."

"Shhh."

Nangong Qingyang shushed her and patted her head: "You are not allowed to say such things again."

"Oh......"

The girl fell silent.

She lay in Nangong Qingyang's arms, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Nangong Qingyang looked out of the car again, her hand unconsciously tracing patterns on the seat—a subconscious action she took while thinking.

The wind whipped up dust and smoke, and the news of Qin's unification of the six states had long since spread throughout the land.

The scene outside the car window flashed by, and Nangong Qingyang's hand gently traced the characters "Fusu".

Chapter 594 The Root of All Evil

As they approached the capital, Yang Pingsheng received a small talisman from Zhou Jinyu.

The little talisman locked onto Yang Pingsheng's aura, and upon seeing him, it happily jumped into his palm and spontaneously combusted.

Ye Buxin stopped beside him and watched quietly.

After reading the letter, Yang Pingsheng looked at Ye Buxin and said, "The King of Qin plans to relocate all the princes, nobles, and wealthy families of the six kingdoms to the capital for unified administration. These days, Senior Sister and Senior Brother have been in the palace, so they haven't had time to reply."

He paused, then added, "She asked us when we would arrive so she could send someone to pick us up."

Ye Buxin frowned.

She asked, "How many people does the King of Qin plan to relocate to the capital?"

Yang Pingsheng replied, "Senior sister is in charge of overall planning, and the current estimate is 120,000 households."

One hundred and twenty thousand households, with each household typically having five people, would amount to six hundred thousand people.

It should be noted that the King of Qin was targeting nobles and wealthy families, who usually had servants and slaves. If these were included, the number might be more than 600,000.

Ye Buxin looked up and saw dark clouds gathering in the sky, which was the capital city they were heading to.

She stopped her horse and said, "Let's eat something before we continue our journey."

The sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Yang Pingsheng nodded, and the two tied the spirit horse to a big tree by the roadside, sat down, and each ate a piece of dry food.

Raindrops pattered down, hitting the leaves; the sky seemed to be thinking of some unspeakable sorrow.

Thinking about the message his senior sister had conveyed, Ye Bu raised his hand and made a gesture. The subtle spiritual energy seemed to touch some thread, producing a buzzing sound.

Soon, a talisman flew from afar and landed in Ye Buxin's hand.

She unfolded the document without hesitation and said to Yang Pingsheng, "Let's look at it together."

Yang Pingsheng placed his hand on the talisman, which burned, and new information poured in.

After reading it, Yang Pingsheng looked at Ye Buxin with slight surprise: "You just left the mountain and you've already sent your people into the capital?"

He expected Ye Buxin to act quickly, but he didn't expect her to be this fast.

Ye Buxin chewed on his dry rations. Because they were so dry, he had to take the water that Yang Pingsheng handed him and swallow it with the rations. He said, "It won't be that fast. I'm just making an extra preparation. In case Master, Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister, or anyone else tries to harm us in the capital, we'll have more options."

Ye Buxin is very suspicious.

Perhaps it's because of her past experiences, or perhaps it's just her personality; even though Zhou Jinyu has shown great goodwill, she won't easily trust him.

So after learning the latest news, she immediately asked someone to verify it. Fortunately, her third senior sister had not lied to them.

She took another bite of her dry rations, puffed out her cheeks, and said, "You can also contact the old members of the Linlang Sect now. With Third Senior Sister's connection, it might be a good opportunity."

A good opportunity to plant a force in the heart of the empire.

Thinking of this, Ye Buxin paused. If they could do it, others could too, and they weren't without connections in the capital.

According to the intelligence she has gathered over the years, all three major families have someone protecting them in Qin. The most obvious ones are Confucianism and Legalism. Qin has undergone the reforms of Shang Yang, so it goes without saying that Confucianism is closely associated with Prince Fusu. Since her eldest brother came out of seclusion, many of his subordinates have been Confucianists.

The least obvious example is Taoism, which is a homogenous school of thought where anyone could be, and anyone could not be.

Ye Buxin even suspected that the so-called Guigu School was actually a branch of Taoism.

The key point is that there are definitely more than just these three families in the capital. With the disbandment of the Jixia Academy and its fragmentation, they may all take this opportunity to infiltrate the capital.

The situation began to turn strange.

Tick-tock.

The rain started to fall.

Yang Pingsheng used his spiritual energy to prevent the rain from falling.

The air was crisp and cold, the rain fell with a rhythmic patter, and the official road was deserted. Ye Buxin yawned unconsciously.