The improved female villains regained their memories.

Fusu had no reason to take action against Yang Pingsheng. Even if he were taken to the King of Qin, Yang Pingsheng would only be given important responsibilities by the King of Qin if he told the truth.

"The King of Qin still likes Fusu. With such an assistant helping Fusu, he will probably acquiesce."

But... what if?

It is said that since the King of Qin used the soil from the Taixu Ruins, he has gradually lost his human emotions. What if Fusu brings Yang Pingsheng into the palace and happens to be there when he has an attack?

The King of Qin has gathered heroes from all over the world, and there are countless immortal masters hidden deep in the Qin Palace. With Yang Pingsheng's abilities, how could he possibly escape?

Frustrated, Ye Bu picked up the book, only to find that he couldn't concentrate on reading it at all.

Once the thought that Yang Pingsheng would die appeared, no matter how outrageous it was, she couldn't control herself and couldn't help but think about it.

boom!

She slammed the book against the wall.

"He can die? He dares to die?! He will never die without my permission!"

It was late at night, and Ye Buxin was panting heavily in the room without any spiritual fire.

The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is a universal truth throughout history.

Heaven shows no favoritism, and all living beings are given death. Death is the greatest fairness. No matter how talented you are or how magnificent your spirit is, once your lifespan ends, you will enter death.

Cultivating immortality, even if you cultivate to the point of immortality, in the end you can't escape death.

"It seems we need to hurry up and study the taboos related to life, otherwise..."

Ye Buxin is an extremely insecure person.

While in the palace, he was terrified that the people around him would plot against him. After leaving the palace, he worried that he would die in this dog-eat-dog world. Even after entering the Ghost Valley Sect, Ye Buxin still regarded his so-called master and fellow disciples as potential enemies.

Until she and Yang Pingsheng became close friends.

But that doesn't mean anything. Becoming Yang Pingsheng's confidant simply means she trusts him personally. Ye Buxin's fear of this world has never been dispelled. She frantically collects forbidden techniques from various countries, not only because she doesn't want to be controlled by others, but more importantly, because she doesn't want to be controlled by fate.

She didn't want to die, and at the same time, she didn't want Yang Ping to die either.

They should be above all others, above the very laws of heaven, for all eternity.

Thinking about this, Ye Buxin calmed down.

She snapped her fingers, and the tome she had thrown back flowed back into her hands.

She started watching again.

Fifteen minutes later...

"It's about time to come back."

Half an hour later...

boom!

Ye Buxin threw the book in his hand away.

Outside the window, the eastern sky began to turn a pale white, and the horizon was gradually tinged with a gentle pale purple, softly painting the curtain of night.

It's almost dawn.

She stood up abruptly, surrounded by lush greenery.

"I want to see him alive or dead." Ye Buxin's eyes were filled with suppressed anger, and black flames burned within them. "Even if he's dead, we have to get his body back."

Just as she was about to act, there was a noise at the door.

The greenery vanished in an instant.

All the restlessness and insecurity vanished, and the books that had been thrown out flew back. Ye Buxin sat there expressionless, watching.

crunch--

The door opened, and Yang Pingsheng pushed it open and entered.

As soon as he entered, he saw Ye Buxin sitting there, still engrossed in her research in the dark room.

"Not lighting the spirit fire?"

"What does it matter? My eyes are enhanced by some magical technique anyway," Ye Buxin replied casually. "You came back quickly."

"My senior brother took me to the Qin King's Palace, which is why we were delayed," Yang Pingsheng said, picking up his teacup. "I met the Qin King."

Ye Buxin glanced at it, then waved his hand impatiently, and Yang Pingsheng's teacup vanished, turning into powder.

"Why drink it when it's cold?"

"Didn't I already explain why I was late?"

Am I angry?

In the darkness, something is growing, and an endless abyss envelops both of them, from which neither can escape.

Yang Pingsheng stepped forward, bent down, and looked Ye Buxin in the eye.

"What?"

Even in the darkness, her glassy eyes still reflected Yang Pingsheng's image. The woman put down the book and glared at Yang Pingsheng with almost fury.

Neither of them spoke, seemingly waiting for the other to admit defeat.

A quarter of an hour... half an hour... finally, it was completely light.

The two remained staring at each other, neither speaking.

After a long stalemate, suddenly, the two reacted simultaneously—not because they wanted to back down, but because the ingenious use and deadly tactics employed for reconnaissance came into play.

“Someone’s coming,” Ye Buxin said.

"I wanted to tell you this as soon as I got back: our senior brother will be gathering us in the morning," Yang Pingsheng said.

The two continued to stare at each other.

"Alright." Ye Buxin stood up. "Tell me what happened with your divine sense, and I'll go make some preparations."

"I'll go back and pack my things too."

As Yang Pingsheng spoke, he pointed to the tea set beside him and said, "Could you pour me another cup of tea? I'm thirsty."

"Humph!"

Ye Buxin waved her hand, and a steaming cup of tea appeared in Yang Pingsheng's hand: "Drink it and get out of here."

"grateful."

"You're welcome, I've poisoned it."

"It's alright, I'd be willing to die at your hands," Yang Pingsheng said, finishing his drink in one gulp.

Ye Buxin's lips curled up slightly, then she quickly suppressed it and walked into the inner room.

"I'll change my clothes. You go back and prepare. Contact me with your spiritual sense."

"Row."

And so the two made up.

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Ye Buxin roughly understood what happened last night from Yang Pingsheng's spiritual account.

Yang Pingsheng used spatial techniques, which could not possibly be hidden from the King of Qin, who possessed the Taixu land. Therefore, Fusu immediately brought Yang Pingsheng to the palace and explained the situation to the King of Qin.

Yang Pingsheng didn't say what they discussed in detail, but the outcome was good. The King of Qin praised Yang Pingsheng's methods and even offered him an official position to assist Fusu.

That's about it, but Ye Buxin was certain that Yang Pingsheng was hiding something from her.

As for this morning's gathering, it was not only Yang Pingsheng and Ye Buxin who had the incident yesterday.

In the council hall of the young master's residence, Fusu had already taken the main seat, while his guard Meng Ying did not appear and remained hidden in the shadows.

The first person to arrive was Zhou Jinyu.

She sat silently in her seat, her usual cheerful demeanor completely gone.

Next was Li Zhujun. He seemed to be injured. He was smiling on the surface, but those who paid attention could see that he was enduring the pain.

Wang Jingxing arrived, and his injuries were even more severe than Li Zhujun's. If Li Zhujun's injuries were internal, then this guy's limping gait and bruised face clearly indicated external injuries.

Of the two sisters, only the elder sister, Nangong Qingyang, came. She claimed that her younger sister had caught a cold and was unable to come to pay her respects to Prince Fusu. Considering that the elder sister was the only guest and the younger sister was too young, Fusu did not say anything.

Each of the four people had their own thoughts and sat there in silence. When Yang Pingsheng and Ye Buxin arrived, this was the strange scene they saw.

Fusu gestured for the two to sit down. Yang Pingsheng nodded to Fusu and pulled Ye Buxin to sit in the last seat.

"In this way, everyone is present."

Fusu looked at everyone and said, "Some things happened yesterday. I know that everyone here has their own selfish motives to some extent, which is fine. People always have selfish motives. But people ultimately need to stick together. For me, the most important thing is the country and the world. So I hope that everyone can restrain themselves a little and satisfy their selfish motives while also satisfying the world."

He vaguely defined the situation, then looked at Zhou Jinyu and smiled, "Third Junior Sister, some things can't be forced. If you're in a bad mood, take a few days off. It's okay."

Zhou Jinyu shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I'm fine."

Fusu nodded and looked at Li Zhujun: "Second Junior Brother, thank you for your hard work."

This exclamation of hardship caused Li Zhujun's expression to freeze noticeably, but only for a moment. He still smiled and said, "Senior brother, you'd better watch out for me."

"Hehe, that's natural." Fusu said with a smile, then looked at Wang Jingxing.

"Brother Jingxing, what happened yesterday when you got into a conflict with the Wang family?"

Wang Jingxing was still covered in unfathomable immortal techniques. He snorted coldly, leaned back in his chair with his sword in his arms, and said, "The Wang family bullied innocent women. I only beat them up and told them to get lost. If I had my temper before, none of them would have survived yesterday."

Fusu had a headache, and even his smile seemed tired: "Brother Jingxing, the Wang family is now asking me for people. Do you know how strict the laws of our Qin state are?"

Wang Jingxing, holding his sword, adopted a nonchalant attitude: "Anyway, I'm your retainer, young master. You can hand me over if you want, whatever."

"..."

It is often said that heroes break the law with their martial arts, and now it seems that this is indeed true.

Wang Jingxing is highly skilled in using the Mo family's mechanical arts and crafting techniques. He is also quite proficient in martial arts and has impressive stealth and killing moves. Over the past month, he has helped Fusu gather intelligence from various places, saving him a lot of trouble.

The Mohists were originally detached from the world, so Wang Jingxing was exceptionally familiar with the customs, culture, and geography of various states. His compilation of the theory on the national conditions of the six states was praised by the King of Qin.

If the Qin state were to upgrade to the Qin Dynasty and unify standards, people like Wang Jingxing would be indispensable.

Fusu wanted to rub his temples, but felt a slender hand already rubbing them for him, so he gave up.