The improved female villains regained their memories.

The soul has recovered, but after all, it suffered such great trauma that many cracks have appeared.

"Is it really necessary to get so angry? I'm fine."

The light of the array filled the room. Ye Buxin manipulated the array while casually asking questions.

"What's it to you? I just wanted to see who was courting death," Yang Pingsheng replied casually.

"Is that so? If you want to see, you can just use your reconnaissance skills to break through that person's immortal technique of concealing their appearance. Why go to such lengths, even resorting to your understanding of space?"

What kind of answer do you want to hear?

How you answer is your business; what does it have to do with me?

The two remained the same as before, only speaking words they understood each other implicitly.

"That's enough." Ye Buxin dispelled the formation. "This [Soul Repair Method] is a combination of formation, ingenious application, and killing move. I'll pass it on to you directly, so you won't be doing something reckless one day when I'm not by your side."

Just as Yang Pingsheng was about to say no, Ye Buxin forcefully instilled this method into his mind.

Since their souls were bound together, this guy has been stuffing more and more things into his head. Seeing that knowledge was forcing his mind to work, Yang Pingsheng frowned: "Is this necessary?"

"Didn't I tell you? So that you won't do something stupid when I'm not there for you." Ye Buxin glanced at him.

She turned to pack her things, leaving behind the words: "What I'm researching is something many people could never achieve in their entire lives. Don't be ungrateful."

Yang Pingsheng stopped talking. Just now, when they were in the formation, he saw Ye Buxin's upturned lips, which he tried desperately to suppress.

Rumble... Dark clouds gathered again over the capital, accompanied by thunder. Whether it was a coincidence or the work of some immortal being, it was unclear.

The wooden sword hung above Ye Buxin's bed. She went into the inner room and changed out of her torn dress.

It's a really nice dress, what a pity.

When she came out, Yang Pingsheng was sitting on her bed staring blankly at the wooden sword. When he saw her come out, he suddenly said, "Senior Sister is here."

He didn't mean to come here, of course; he meant to go to his room.

Ye Buxin shook his head: "That guy hasn't given up yet."

How come she hadn't noticed before that her third senior sister had a habit of stealing other people's confidantes?

Yang Pingsheng remained silent, looking at the wooden sword on the bedside table, and said, "Is it alright to hang this thing there?"

Ye Buxin replied, "That thing is mine, I can use it however I want."

He looked over and saw that Ye Buxin had changed into ordinary clothes, but her noble temperament could not be concealed.

“It looks great,” he complimented.

"Stop flattering me here," Ye Buxin said. "Use this time to deal with your senior sister."

"I'll be back soon."

Yang Pingsheng's body dissipated into spiritual particles.

"Why would I come back? I need to focus on my research; I don't have time to deal with you."

The assassination attempt today caused too much of a stir; they won't be able to go out and have fun anymore.

Ye Buxin sat in her seat, looking at the pile of books, a hint of gloom flashing in her eyes.

"Damn assassin, of all days, you ruined my mood. Just wait and see..."

Boom!

Just then, a thunderclap resounded in the sky.

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As always, the moment the real body was replaced by the fake one, there was a knock at the door.

Yang Pingsheng stepped forward and opened the door. Zhou Jinyu walked in carrying Wuyun. As soon as she entered, she used a spell to shield her surroundings and asked Yang Pingsheng nervously, "Pingsheng, you didn't go to the outskirts, did you?"

Her face was still flushed from running so fast, and her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her cheeks, making her look somewhat disheveled.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?" Yang Pingsheng asked calmly instead of answering directly.

Zhou Jinyu looked at him, panting. Seeing Yang Pingsheng like this, her previously rapid breathing calmed down. She let go of her worries and sighed helplessly, "Junior brother, you're being too irrational."

"Meow!" Wuyun stretched out its paws and scratched at Yang Pingsheng's feet on the ground, clearly agreeing with Zhou Jinyu's words.

"Junior brother, I don't know where you learned spatial techniques, but do you know that the current King of Qin is using the Taixu Earth, and the laws involved within it are precisely..."

She didn't finish her sentence; everything was understood without being said.

Yang Pingsheng squatted down and stroked Wuyun's fur. Wuyun meowed and obediently lay down on the ground, letting Yang Pingsheng stroke it. Zhou Jinyu squatted down next to him and said, "Many people in the capital have made a move. With your actions, many forces, both openly and secretly, will be watching you."

Yang Pingsheng said, "Besides the King of Qin, who could possibly know it was me?"

He groped around haphazardly for a few moments, then stood up: "Senior sister, if you hadn't come looking for me, you wouldn't have known."

Zhou Jinyu stood up, frowning: "What about the Prince of Qin? What about Senior Brother? How do you plan to explain this to them?"

"I......"

Before Yang Pingsheng could finish speaking, Zhou Jinyu quickly interjected, "I can help you, junior brother."

Wu Yun sat obediently on the ground, looked at Zhou Jinyu, and then at Yang Pingsheng.

“Senior sister, there’s no need for that,” Yang Pingsheng said. “I will tell the truth to senior brother. As for the King of Qin, it all depends on senior brother’s decision.”

"Do you expect him to help you?" Zhou Jinyu sighed deeply. "Junior brother, I left the mountain earlier than you and served under your senior brother for so long. I know him all too well."

"Won't my senior brother help me?"

“He will, but he will also help others, junior brother, do you understand? He won’t wholeheartedly consider only you.”

Zhou Jinyu said, "But I will."

The topic has circled back to itself.

“Junior brother,” Zhou Jinyu’s voice suddenly trembled with tears, “Why don’t you believe me? We are the same kind of people, and I am the one who would wholeheartedly consider your needs.”

Tears streamed down her face, her eyes were brimming with moisture, and her fists were clenched, a mixture of grievance and resentment on her face.

Since their last conversation ended, Yang Pingsheng has tried his best to avoid chatting with Zhou Jinyu for the past month, for fear that she might bring it up again.

Unexpectedly, even after all that happened today, Zhou Jinyu still managed to circumvent the situation and come back to the point.

"Senior sister, I'll say it again," Yang Pingsheng said. "If you're willing to help me, I'll remember your kindness and repay you in the future. But if you help me with conditions, and conditions that I can't accept, then I can only refuse your help."

“My whole life…” Zhou Jinyu’s voice became hoarse.

"Why don't you understand? We... Yes, it's strange of me to say this, but I just want you to understand that your so-called friendship with Ye Buxin is not valid. It's a false friendship, and you will definitely turn against each other in the future."

Before Yang Pingsheng could finish speaking, she continued, talking to herself:

“We are the same kind of people. Ye Buxin is another kind of people. They are more ruthless, colder, and more self-centered. You only agree with her temporarily because of your shared ideals. Once your ideals diverge, all your love will turn into hate.”

The more you love, the more you hate.

Love cannot last, but hate can endure.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Jinyu seized the opportunity to step forward: "Pingsheng, believe me, that guy isn't normal. That guy is just..."

"How's that guy? Tell me about him."

A woman's voice suddenly rang out.

Zhou Jinyu's voice froze on the spot. She stared in astonishment at Yang Pingsheng, at the shadow behind him cast by the light, the green within it gradually coalescing.

A hand grabbed Zhou Jinyu's face and pressed her against the wall—it was Ye Buxin's hand. She had let the fake body hide in the shadows and listen for a long time, but she couldn't listen anymore, so she directly switched places with the fake body and appeared here.

"Senior sister, if you're willing to help us, then help us. Why do you always try to sow discord between us?"

Ye Buxin cherished Yang Pingsheng as a confidant.

She always thought she would walk this path alone, and she never imagined that one day she would share it with others.

Every day she spent with Yang Pingsheng felt like living in a dream.

The lonely self of the past is long gone; now, I am surrounded by the same kind of people.

How wonderful this is!

But why, why are there always fools who want to covet things that don't belong to them, and why are there always self-righteous people who think they can touch things they shouldn't?

She gripped Zhou Jinyu's face tightly, peering through her fingers into her terrified eyes.

"Senior sister, I told you a long time ago not to come into my room without permission. I don't like it."

Her voice was completely flat, sounding exceptionally cold.

"Now, I'll add one more thing."

"From now on, don't contact Yang Pingsheng casually, or I'll be unhappy."

"People who make me unhappy and whom I don't like have no reason to live."

"Understand?"

Chapter 603 Heaven, Earth, Melting Snow and Rain

The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive, filled with murderous intent, and the spiritual energy was constantly being compressed, causing Zhou Jinyu's pupils to tremble.

She could tell that her junior sister wasn't just joking; she genuinely wanted to kill her.

As her mind trembled, she heard eerie wails all around her, and a misty darkness enveloped her, seeping into her body and soul.

Zhou Jinyu struggled desperately, but to no avail.

The dark cloud meowed anxiously and pounced on Ye Buxin, trying to scratch her, but she used a clever method to blast it away.

His ordinary face gradually contorted, and his aura grew increasingly imposing, like a mountain, as if trying to crush Zhou Jinyu.

"Bu Xin, that's enough." Suddenly, Yang Pingsheng spoke.

All the strange and distorted things disappeared. Ye Buxin stopped and looked at Zhou Jinyu, whose face was full of terror.

"Senior sister, take care of yourself."

She slowly walked towards Yang Pingsheng's shadow, turned into green and disappeared, leaving behind the last words: "Please continue your conversation, I won't disturb you any longer."

“…” Zhou Jinyu silently leaned against the wall to stand up.