The improved female villains regained their memories.

Of course, as the social order collapsed and the annexation of other countries became increasingly serious, true confidants became extremely rare. Most people were merely using the guise of friendship to send another person to their death.

Humans are ultimately alone.

Ye Buxin listened to these stories, coldly observing his surroundings and the world around him.

The princes and nobles vied for power and profit, while sycophants in the court offered slanderous advice.

Even a virtuous person would perish, let alone a true friend?

Oh......

Ye Buxin never dared to hope for such a thing.

There is no one in this world who can understand her.

Because in this world, everyone is governed by their own talents and their own destiny.

"I shouldn't have been born in this era."

“A bunch of fools who are proud of their bloodline and talent, they are not worthy to be my companions.”

No relatives, no love, no friends.

In Ye Buxin's world, there are only two kinds of people: obedient subordinates or fools who are used.

She looked at the road ahead—a lonely road that only she could walk alone.

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Ye Buxin wiped the blood off the sword blade.

Behind them, the palace was littered with corpses, and blood flowed from inside to outside, dripping like rain.

"Why...?"

A voice rang out, and Ye Buxin turned her head to look. A girl struggled to crawl out.

Why did you do this? I thought we were friends...

"friend?"

With a flash of sword light, before the girl could react, her head rolled around to Ye Buxin's feet, accompanied by blood.

She stared at the girl's head, her gaze cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Hmph, you secretly sold my information and arranged with my mother for me to marry your brother to increase your family's political leverage. You dare to call me a friend?"

She stepped on it, and her head was ignited by the spiritual fire, turning into ashes.

"No one will understand me because you all treat me like trash."

“In your eyes, my spiritual root, spiritual vein, and spiritual sea are all useless, so I am destined to be a useless person in this life, and you can do whatever you want with me.”

"Hehe, that's really funny."

The sacred fire burned fiercely, igniting the main hall.

"Destiny is like the heart; to control my heart is to control my destiny."

"The hearts of the masses are treacherous, but in this world, only I can manipulate people's hearts and twist fate."

"From now on, my name will be Ye Buxin."

Flames soared into the sky, engulfing the main hall in flames, and her shadow was stretched long, disappearing straight into the shadows.

Although she said that, the bitterness in her heart gradually spread and evolved into a little loneliness.

She tried to ignore it, as if that would make her indestructible.

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"Ye Buxin, you are a genius."

Ye Buxin still remembers that when Yang Pingsheng said those words, a breeze blew across the practice field, scattering a few peach blossoms. Although there weren't many, it was enough to let that touch of color enter her heart.

She instinctively became angry: "Are you kidding me?"

"No!" The other person shook their head. "You are a true genius. My judgment when we first met was correct. Although you have a major physical defect, your development of the ingenious method is simply unbelievable."

"Hmph, what's so special about this ingenious method?" Ye Bu thought to himself with a sneer. "If the other party knew that I was also researching forbidden killing techniques, and even involving time, space and destiny, wouldn't they be so scared that they would wet their pants?"

"You don't need to say these things to me. Of course I know I'm a genius," Ye Buxin said calmly.

However, the other person's next words shattered her composure.

"It's a pity that although you are a genius, you are still not as genius as me." Yang Pingsheng shook his head, seemingly regretful. "Compared to my research, you are ultimately a little lacking."

Ye Buxin: "?"

She doubted that she had heard correctly.

"You?" Ye Buxin sized up Yang Pingsheng: "Although your willpower does make me think more highly of you, how dare you say you are more talented than me?"

What about the face?

"While your ingenious method is commendable, it is still too crude in my eyes," Yang Pingsheng said calmly. "Just as we were talking, I came up with a way to improve it, which can be done even faster and better than yours."

Ye Buxin narrowed her eyes slightly.

She didn't think the other person's words were baseless. For the first time in her life, she solemnly and repeatedly scrutinized the person in front of her.

“Alright.” She reached out her hand. “Then let me see what a so-called genius who is even better than me is like.”

Yang Pingsheng stretched his limbs: "I won't hold back."

Ye Buxin nodded: "Me too."

"Junior sister, don't let me beat you until you cry."

"Junior brother, it's not night yet. It's a bit too early for you to be dreaming."

The two of them took action at the same time.

Peach blossoms drifted down, striking the palms of both men simultaneously.

The moment their palms met, countless ingenious applications surged forth; at that moment, the two seemed to understand each other's innermost thoughts.

Perhaps their enemy was never each other.

It is loneliness.

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The sun didn't last long; by midday, dark clouds gathered again, and a light rain began to fall in the capital.

The air was more humid. For some reason, the rain was exceptionally plentiful this year, and there were fewer pedestrians in the capital. If you walked to a slightly off-center street, you could see that the main street was deserted.

Yang Pingsheng raised his spiritual energy to protect the two of them. Ye Buxin stood beside Yang Pingsheng, looking at the capital city in the rain.

She was still dressed the same as yesterday, her face cleverly concealed, and a long sword slung over her back, which she refused to part with.

The two strolled along the ancient streets of the capital, where the rain was rising. Occasionally, Ye Buxin would speak a word or two.

"The techniques of 'coming without a trace' and 'going without a trace' still need improvement, especially 'coming without a trace.' I saw you use it yesterday, and there were still quite a few flaws."

"Now that we've entered the young master's residence, we must not be careless. Do not act rashly before you have a clear understanding of the situation."

"You remember your own constitution. When the time comes, don't forget to come to me for a miraculous method to suppress it."

There were quite a few such remarks, which were among the few times Ye Buxin showed concern.

She rarely spoke so directly. Even when she cared about Yang Pingsheng in the past, she would either beat around the bush or use sarcastic remarks. This directness made Yang Pingsheng uncomfortable.

He blurted out instinctively, "Why don't you yell at me a couple of times?"

Ye Buxin frowned and glanced at him sideways: "Being a jerk?"

Okay, that's correct now.

Yang Pingsheng looked around the street. If he remembered correctly, they had already walked around the street more than once.

"Is there a problem?" Yang Pingsheng asked.

“No problem,” Ye Buxin replied calmly. “I’m checking how many of my Third Senior Sister’s people are in the city.”

"Really? Then, how many are there?"

"The whole street is like that."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

Even Yang Pingsheng felt a chill run down his spine when he heard Ye Buxin's words.

In terms of the techniques taught by their master, among their fellow disciples, the third senior sister's methods were probably the weakest. Her abilities seemed very strong, but in reality, they had many limitations. The most obvious one was the signing of spirit contracts—the powerful didn't need to sign, and the weak were useless even if they did.

In addition, signing a spiritual contract also consumes one's own spiritual power. Unless the Third Senior Sister's spiritual power is higher than that of ordinary people and she can sign contracts with all the mortals in the world, this ability is really somewhat useless.

At least that's what Yang Pingsheng thought before he heard Ye Buxin say those words.

"Are all these people Third Senior Sister's spies?" Yang Pingsheng asked telepathically.

"No, it's just that I found Third Senior Sister's spirit contract mark on them." Ye Buxin didn't use telepathy, but said it openly, "It's just a mark, it doesn't mean anything."

It turned out to be the case.

"Are we still leaving?" Yang Pingsheng asked.

“Come on, didn’t we agree to visit the capital today?” Ye Buxin replied calmly. “Since we made a promise, of course we should finish it.”

"Even though I know it's obvious, I still want to ask."

"explain."

Are you sure you're not angry anymore?

"nonsense!"

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In a secluded corner of the young master's residence, Nangong Qingyang leaned silently against a large tree.

She watched the girl named Qi Pengju chasing butterflies among the flowers, a smile on her face, but a hint of darkness flickering deep in her eyes.

Is the news confirmed?

"Confirmed." A faint voice came from the big tree next to them: "The Qin Kingdom has reached a preliminary agreement with the envoy of the Heavenly Guardian Sect and determined the cultivation path. Fusu came to the palace today for this very reason."