The improved female villains regained their memories.

Ye Buxin frowned slightly.

But she still accepted the talisman and thanked her senior sister.

All thoughts and plans were suppressed, hidden in the shadows beneath his eyes, obscure and unclear.

Zhou Jinyu smiled and said, "Junior brothers and sisters, let's go into the city."

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The first time I met my junior brothers and sisters was also like today, in the soft morning light.

The valley was shrouded in mist and filled with birdsong. It was rare for their master to gather them in the courtyard. In the time it took Zhou Jinyu to yawn, he realized that he was no longer the youngest in the Ghost Valley Sect.

A man and a woman stood behind their master.

The master was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see his face clearly. He spoke in a voice that was neither male nor female: "They are my newly accepted disciples. From now on, they will be your junior brothers and sisters. Get along well, remember the rules of the sect, and don't cause me any trouble."

"Yes, Master!" x3

The clouds and mist obscured his figure, making him disappear as mysteriously as he had arrived.

Senior Brother Fusu was a very charming person. He took the initiative to strike up a conversation, which broke the slightly awkward atmosphere. Zhou Jinyu also learned the names of her junior brothers and sisters during their conversation.

Yang Pingsheng, Ye Buxin.

Neither she nor Li Zhujun were good at striking up conversations, so they just stood there watching.

Later, they talked about something, and Ye Buxin left in a huff. From then on, except for group lessons taught by her master, she never showed up again or communicated with her fellow disciples.

She locked herself in her room, isolating herself from the world.

She was just an ordinary little girl, so awkward, Zhou Jinyu felt a little sorry for her.

So one evening, she brought some food she had made and knocked on Ye Buxin's door.

"Junior sister, are you asleep?"

No sound.

The room was pitch black; looking through the window, there was no light at all, like a bottomless abyss.

"Junior sister?"

She subconsciously pushed the door open, and it creaked open gently.

The dark figure stood in the darkness. A cold wind blew by, and Zhou Jinyu's vision went black. She fainted and fell to the ground.

When she woke up, she was lying on a flat bluestone in the courtyard, while Ye Buxin was sitting cross-legged on another bluestone, silently eating her food.

"Junior sister...?"

"Senior sister, you're awake."

What's wrong with me?

"You collapsed outside my room," Ye Buxin said calmly, her tone as cold as a wooden puppet. "I didn't know where your room was, so I left you here."

"Really... I..."

The dark figure from her memory was etched into Zhou Jinyu's mind, causing her to instinctively shudder and say, "Junior sister, you..."

"Senior sister."

Ye Buxin interrupted her.

She stood up on the bluestone, her eyes as cold as ice, looking down at Zhou Jinyu.

"Thank you for your concern, but please don't come into my room so casually again in the future."

"I do not like."

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After Qin unified the six states, the capital was rebuilt again, and it is now more magnificent than before.

The city walls are high and sturdy, each brick bearing witness to a thousand years of wind and rain, and the rise and fall of the empire. The city gates are tall, studded with copper nails, and banners flutter on the gate towers, giving an impression of inviolability. The streets are wide, paved with bluestone, bustling with merchants and pedestrians, lively yet orderly, reflecting the rigor and efficiency of Qin law.

Zhou Jinyu led the way, introducing the two of them while sizing them up.

Ye Buxin was dressed in white, with a long sword on her back. Her smooth black hair was draped behind her and slightly restrained with a red silk rope. She didn't wear many ornaments, and her appearance was ordinary and unremarkable. If it weren't for the long sword on her back, she would be the kind of person who wouldn't stand out in a crowd.

Yang Pingsheng was different. He was dressed in black, with a long sword at his waist. His eyes were clear, his face was resolute and deep, and his strong upper body concealed a terrifying power.

Judging from height alone, Yang Pingsheng was much taller than Ye Buxin.

The two of them walking together are not a perfect match, but rather completely unrelated, which makes people wonder how they ended up together.

Yeah, how did these two end up together?

Suppressing her doubts, Zhou Jinyu smiled and led the two towards the young master's residence.

The residence of Prince Fusu is located in the capital. The mansion is grand in scale and imposing in appearance. The gate is tall, with bright red paint and gold nails, which show his noble status.

Upon entering the mansion, the first thing that catches the eye is a spacious front courtyard paved with stone slabs and flanked by verdant pines and cypresses. Beyond the front courtyard are exquisite waterside pavilions and winding corridors, where lotus flowers bloom and koi carp swim, creating a vibrant scene.

Instead of taking the two to the main hall, she led them directly to the prepared room as requested by Fusu.

“Junior sister, this place is near the back mountain, it’s the quietest.” Zhou Jinyu pushed open the door and smiled at Ye Buxin behind her. “You once told me that you don’t like others coming into your room, this is the best place.”

Ye Buxin narrowed her eyes slightly, said nothing, and simply thanked him.

Yang Pingsheng spoke up at the opportune moment: "Senior sister, where is my room?"

“Junior brother, I know you enjoy studying the secret manuals of various schools of thought and also like to exercise your body from time to time,” Zhou Jinyu said with a smile. “Your room is over there, let me take you there.”

Yang Pingsheng nodded, glancing at Ye Buxin out of the corner of his eye.

Ye Buxin didn't move; her eyes said it all.

After Yang Pingsheng and Zhou Jinyu left, Ye Buxin closed the door and glanced around the room.

Without needing any clever tricks, she immediately realized that the room had been deliberately set up—by her third senior sister, her second senior brother, and others...

'If Fusu isn't involved, it's either because Fusu disdains using such methods, or because Fusu knows about Yang Pingsheng's relationship with me and doesn't want to antagonize Yang Pingsheng.'

'Hmph, a little trick.'

She tidied herself up briefly, and seeing nothing amiss, sat on the bed and began her cultivation.

She displayed a seemingly ordinary spirit manipulation technique, but in reality, she lowered her mind and used a clever method to connect her soul with Yang Pingsheng.

Ye Buxin: [Where are we?]

Yang Pingsheng: [Not yet]

Ye Buxin: [Did Third Senior Sister choose such a far place for you?]

Yang Pingsheng: [She was introducing me to the situation of the young master's residence.]

Ye Buxin: [Open and aboveboard?]

Yang Pingsheng: [Open and aboveboard]

eccentric.

The network of relationships that Ye Bu had just figured out in his mind suddenly became chaotic. After thinking it over and over, he was still unsure about the current situation.

If Fusu really knew about the connection between Third Senior Sister and Yang Pingsheng, what did he say or do to make Third Senior Sister show such an attitude?

Just as Ye Buxin was pondering, Yang Pingsheng proactively transmitted his voice: "[Senior Brother has contacted me]"

A glint flashed in Ye Bu's eyes: [What did he say?]

Yang Pingsheng: [He said...]

The sound suddenly stopped.

As if incredulous, Yang Pingsheng replied: "He told me to secretly go see him after I've settled in."

Ye Buxin: [Did I say you couldn't tell me?]

Yang Pingsheng: [You weren't mentioned]

Ye Buxin: [Where is Third Senior Sister?]

Yang Pingsheng: [I told you, don't let Third Senior Sister know.]

Senior Brother, Senior Brother.

On the surface, Ye Buxin closed her eyes to cultivate, but secretly, she kept whispering the words "Senior Brother".

In addition to studying the general text "Guiguzi", disciples of Guiguzi are also taught different knowledge according to each person's nature.

Ye Buxin and Yang Pingsheng are skilled in the art of seclusion, Zhou Jinyu is skilled in business and a modified version of mathematics, and Li Zhujun is skilled in strategy and military tactics.

The eldest brother was the first in their class to become a disciple of Guigu. His master didn't teach him anything else, but only how to cultivate his character and temperament.

In this era where the path of cultivation was uncertain, Fusu's self-cultivation made his spiritual foundation increasingly solid, so much so that even Ye Buxin could not see through his true strength.

Moreover, he was born with a divine body and was blessed with extraordinary luck from birth.

Such a person, however, particularly enjoys chatting with Yang Pingsheng. To this day, Ye Buxin still doesn't understand what it is about Yang Pingsheng that attracts Fusu.

Pulling her chaotic thoughts back, Ye Buxin finally used her ingenious method while circulating her already limited spiritual energy.

A clever application—an external body.

A clever application—it disappears without a trace.

Her clone was still cultivating, but her true form transformed into a ball of spiritual energy, left the room, and condensed into a humanoid spiritual energy on the roof.

The vast mansion came into view, and with a little sensing, she noticed many unusual things happening inside.

As the wind blew, the humanoid spirit dispersed into the wind, drifting through every corner of the mansion.

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Yang Pingsheng knew who Fusu liked.

At that time, Ye Buxin and he were still on opposing sides. His second senior brother, Li Zhujun, was not talkative, and although his third senior sister, Zhou Jinyu, cared about him, there was always a distance between them. In the vast Yunmeng Mountain, he could only get along with his eldest senior brother, Fusu.

Fusu enjoyed chatting with him. The two would start by discussing cultivation techniques and paths, and then move on to the Guardian Heaven Sect and the state of the world. They often talked all night long, their spiritual fire burning continuously. Yang Pingsheng admired Fusu's eloquence and broad-mindedness; Fusu also appreciated Yang Pingsheng's theories and insights.

Until one day, someone brought it up first, and the two started talking about human emotions.

“Pingsheng, do you know? Human emotions are sometimes more complicated than the current chaotic path of cultivation.” He sat drunkenly next to Yang Pingsheng, his face flushed, holding the wine jar he had stolen from his master. “When it is calm, it is like a clear pool; when it is extreme, it is like the most terrifying storm. When it is weak, even a three-year-old child can bully it; when it is strong, even the strongest immortal techniques cannot defeat it.”

He gulped down the wine in the jar, his face flushed, and asked, "In your life, have you ever had someone you liked?"