The improved female villains regained their memories.

“That’s just contamination, not actual evidence.” Ye Buxin waved his hand irritably. “Contamination with spiritual energy is perfectly normal. Fighting, competing, contact… all these things can lead to contamination. Fusu cares too much about his reputation. Without actual evidence, this is all he can do.”

In the main hall, Fusu gave Nangong Qingyang compensation and apologized to her on behalf of Yang Pingsheng, which shows that Fusu did not intend to break off relations with her.

"This guy is utterly hypocritical!" Ye Bu slammed his fist on the table in anger. "He wants Nangong Qingyang to help him complete the incomplete manuscript, yet he's worried that the other party is a spy who will use you as a weapon. I even considered the possibility that Fusu is a wise ruler. This guy appears to be a gentleman, but his heart is black!"

Yang Pingsheng said, "At least, you're safe now."

Ye Bu's heartfelt words were frozen in mid-air.

"Do you think I need your protection?!" Ye Buxin raised her voice and said, "Yang Pingsheng, don't take yourself too seriously."

She was like a cat with its fur standing on end. Yang Pingsheng smiled reassuringly and said, "I've never taken myself seriously, Bu Xin. The only person I care about is you."

Just as Ye Buxin only had Yang Pingsheng, Yang Pingsheng also only had Ye Buxin.

He cared more about Ye Buxin's safety than others. Unlike Ye Buxin, who thought neither of them should die, Yang Pingsheng was considering that if only one of them could live, he hoped it would be Ye Buxin.

He never thought of himself as the same as Ye Buxin. Ye Buxin was a true genius. Her talent was herself. She could go higher and go further.

Only she can give peace of mind to the people of the world.

So he firmly repeated, "Ye Buxin, the only person I've ever cared about is you."

Ye Buxin opened her mouth slightly, unsure of what to say. Back in the Ghost Valley Sect, Yang Pingsheng rarely expressed his emotions; this was probably the first time he had expressed his feelings so intensely.

It seems there's something he didn't know about his conversation with Fusu.

But... Ye Bu thought to himself, this feeling isn't bad.

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But......

Ye Buxin began to worry.

All of Yang Pingsheng's actions contradicted her original intention in coming to the Prince's residence. In her mind, whether Fusu was a wise ruler or not was not important at all. As long as he could open his library to them and allow them to enter the Qin Palace Library, then Ye Buxin's goal would have been achieved.

Whether or not it is worthwhile to assist someone who will leave a mark on history depends on how things change. Although the Qin state unified the world, the vitality of the six states was not weakened. The Jixia Academy, the greatest enemy, was disbanded voluntarily. Various schools of thought were lurking among the people, ready to make a move. The guardian beast of the Heavenly Guardian Sect was asleep, and Bai Ze did not interfere in human affairs. These were all major variables.

It was precisely because of these variables that Ye Buxin asked Yang Pingsheng whether he could decisively sever ties with Fusu.

Besides her ideals, the only person she cared about was Yang Pingsheng.

Life is not in her own hands, and forbidden techniques such as soul manipulation, time manipulation, and space manipulation are still under development. If Yang Pingsheng dies, she is truly afraid that she will be unable to do anything.

Once you've experienced life with someone, it's hard to tolerate living alone again.

The water in the teacup cooled down, and Ye Buxin picked up the teacup several times, then put it down again.

Seeing Ye Buxin's dilemma, Yang Pingsheng said, "Don't be nervous. My closeness with my senior brother will also help you gain their trust. As long as new forbidden techniques and scriptures from the six kingdoms are sent, I will find a way to get them to you as soon as possible."

He added, "The situation is tense right now. If only one person can go further, I hope it's you."

He had already said so, and Ye Buxin found it hard to disagree. Indeed, if only one of the two could hide in the shadows to conduct research, she was undoubtedly the most suitable.

Yang Pingsheng's perseverance, patience, ability to construct killing moves, and talent in time and space are indeed quite good, but Ye Buxin is more adept at using ingenious methods and forbidden killing moves.

Moreover, this is an opportunity to access all the forbidden arts manuals in the world, and Ye Buxin must consider whether this is their only chance.

"Yang Pingsheng is right. He's close to my senior brother, so the King of Qin won't suspect anything. I can hide in the shadows and view all the classic texts in the world. This is truly a great opportunity. If I miss this chance, it might be difficult to see all the classic texts in the world again."

Ye Buxin drank the tea.

“Okay.” She agreed. “Then let’s not meet for the time being. If anything happens, we can contact each other through telepathy.”

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Be careful, I... I value you very much too."

The last sentence was spoken so softly it was almost inaudible.

Yang Pingsheng, who was about to leave, stopped abruptly: "What did you say?"

"nothing."

"Really nothing?"

"No, get out of here."

It was she who found it difficult to express.

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Wang Jingxing sat in his room.

He clung tightly to his sword, refusing to let go, and pretended to sleep with his eyes closed.

A little bird landed by the window, hopping and flapping its wings. He suddenly opened his eyes, got up, and opened the window.

The little bird landed in his hand and turned into a talisman.

He crushed the object and tried to read its contents, completely bewildered.

The letter came from none other than the most important person in his life, his mentor.

"What would a master, a practitioner of Yin-Yang magic, need such a disposable magical artifact for?"

He found it strange, but still followed his master's instructions, took out the magic tool, and placed it on the powder of the talisman.

Soon, the powder enveloped the magical artifact, and together with the artifact, it transformed into a small bird, which flapped its wings and flew away.

Wang Jingxing watched as the little bird flew under the dark clouds.

Everyone thought he was a member of the Mohist school.

But no one knows that a long, long time ago, he was a member of the Yin-Yang School, and his master raised him by his own hands.

The master said, "This is a secret. Never tell anyone that you are a practitioner of Yin-Yang philosophy."

He remembered it, and he still remembers it now.

Over the years, no matter how much hardship or difficulty he endured, he always kept this secret firmly in mind.

He still remembers that his master was the most important person.

Is the Mohist principle important? Yes, it is.

The master is as important as the great principles of the Mohist school.

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When Nangong Qingyang wearily pushed open the door, Qi Pengju was curled up on the bed, convulsing.

Startled, she disregarded her injuries and rushed forward to examine her.

It's not that disease...

She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine as she thought of something, and the anger in her heart burned like flames, causing her heartache.

"Qi Pengju, how could you...?"

Qi Pengju looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, like a puppy that had been abandoned.

She lowered her head as if she had done something wrong, and murmured, not daring to speak loudly, "Sister, I was wrong."

"You're so clever! You're so clever!" Nangong Qingyang's hands trembled with anger. "Didn't I tell you that I brought you here for medical treatment?"

"Come here!" she said, raising her hand.

Qi Pengju obediently came over, looking like he was ready to be beaten.

The hand ultimately did not fall; Nangong Qingyang simply sighed and began to heal Qi Pengju's injuries.

Qi Pengju pressed close to her, noticing Nangong Qingyang's trembling body, and subconsciously asked, "Sister, are you injured?"

Nangong Qingyang said coldly, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

"Sister, I want to help you..."

"I don't need your help."

"Sister, I saw the divination. I can do it. If that's the case, I..."

"None of this has anything to do with you!" Nangong Qingyang said excitedly. "I'll say it again, it has nothing to do with you!"

"How could it have nothing to do with me?" Qi Pengju also became agitated: "Does the State of Chu have anything to do with me? Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Sister, I have nothing left, you're all I have!"

The other person rushed over and hugged her tightly.

Nangong Qingyang tried to push him away, but the other person held him tighter and tighter.

The pain in my heart gradually subsided, and what surfaced was only guilt and hatred.

That's enough.......

Nangong Qingyang closed his eyes.

She knows everything.

But in the end, that person was the only one left, the most important person to me.

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Zhou Jinyu walked towards her room.

Someone was already waiting there.

It was Li Zhujun. He still had that sly grin, dressed like a respectable gentleman, but he gave off the feeling of a smug villain.

"Junior sister, you're back." He greeted her with a smile. "You've been quite busy. You went out of the manor as soon as you finished this morning and only just returned. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhou Jinyu was in a bad mood, and even his tone wasn't very friendly: "Is there something you need, Senior Brother?"

Li Zhujun smiled slyly, looking like a sly fox: "Junior sister, are you in a bad mood?"

"Senior brother, please speak frankly."

"Since you said it yourself, I'll be frank," Li Zhujun began her long-winded explanation. "I'm here to play matchmaker. A young master from the Li family has taken a liking to you. He originally wanted to ask our eldest brother, but he refused. So, he's come to me, his senior brother. I think it's not good for our junior brother to be so devoted to our junior sister, and for you to keep interfering. The Li family's status is a good match for you, junior sister, and it wouldn't be a disgrace to the Ghost Valley Sect. So, what do you think, junior sister...?"

"Senior brother."

Zhou Jinyu took a step closer and whispered in Li Zhujun's ear, "I have some information. Would you be interested in hearing it?"

Her rapid-fire words stopped, and her narrow, slit-like eyes widened slightly. Li Zhujun smiled and said, "Junior Sister, please speak."

"The Li family likes to raise assassins. They started raising them many years ago. Back then, they selected a group of children and trained them in all aspects. To ensure their loyalty, the Li family brought in the children's relatives and made the children kill their own relatives with their own hands."

"Am I right, Second Senior Brother?" Zhou Jinyu's voice was gentle, but his words were like those of a devil. "How does it feel to kill your own younger brother and sister?"