The improved female villains regained their memories.

A figure walked over from the other side of the wall, acting furtively; it was Wang Jingxing himself.

'You're back.'

Ye Buxin sneered as she watched him tiptoe toward her room, and then used a clever technique to strike his right arm.

It's fine if we don't press Yang Pingsheng further.

But it's impossible not to do something.

Putting everything else aside, just the punch he threw at Yang Pingsheng was something Ye Buxin would definitely retaliate against.

'Who do you think you are, daring to lay a hand on my confidante?'

Ye Buxin sneered, watching the other person enter the house: 'It's fine if you never spoke, but do you think you deserve to be let go?'

'I'll teach you a lesson first, so you'll remember it.'

'Then......'

She instantly left the young master's residence and headed to a mansion in the capital.

Yang Pingsheng thought she didn't know, but she already knew that the people this guy met every night were all from the Mo family.

The night was dark and windy, and the space here was isolated. Inside the courtyard, dozens of people were fast asleep when one of them suddenly opened his eyes, smashed the roof with a single blow, stepped out of bed, and shouted, "Who!?"

"Hehe, from the Mo family."

Space distorted, and a green figure stood in mid-air.

The people in the courtyard were all awakened. The one in the lead stood on the broken roof, looked up at Ye Buxin, and asked warily, "Who are you? Attacking my mansion in the middle of the night with immortal techniques is probably against the Qin law."

"When did the Mohists start reciting Qin laws? Aren't you the ones who love to talk about righteousness all the time?"

Ye Buxin sneered with his hands behind his back, saying, "I'll give you a chance. Kneel on the ground obediently and let me check your memories. That way, I might spare your lives."

The Mo family members below immediately began to curse.

"Arrogant fool, arrogant fool!"

"Let's go together and take down this lawless bastard."

"This person attacked us in the middle of the night; he has ill intentions. Don't waste your breath talking to him."

The leader of the Mohist school also looked grim: "Your Excellency, we have no grudge against each other..."

"Enough with the nonsense! You're ungrateful for being given face, so kneel down before me!"

Countless ingenious methods were employed, and the green liquid boiled and poured down like a vast ocean.

In order not to alarm the First Emperor in the palace, Ye Buxin did not use any spatial or temporal means.

She simply isolated herself from this place and then used all the ingenious methods she knew.

"on!"

The leader of the Mo family gave a low shout, and the Mo family members below unleashed their magical artifacts. In an instant, the light from the artifacts overshadowed the green.

The Mohist school's weapon crafting skills are indeed extremely difficult to deal with.

Sword intent, blade light, and a host of other special abilities in weapon crafting instantly tore through the green and rushed toward Ye Buxin.

She tilted her head slightly, and a flash of sword light sliced ​​off half a strand of her hair.

"very good."

Ye Buxin spread her hands.

"You have angered me."

The giant green hand slammed down, ruthlessly crushing all the magical artifacts. An endless pressure descended, causing the members of the Mo family to change their expressions drastically and kneel on the ground.

The leader's bones creaked, and he coughed up blood as he fell directly from the rooftop.

Ye Buxin was furious.

Today was the first time she had been angered, because Yang Pingsheng's words didn't count.

Chapter 611 The Place Where My Emotions Reside

The retainers of the young master's residence were attacked, and this time the victim was Wang Jingxing.

His entire right arm was affected by the supernatural technique, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was already crippled.

Screams echoed throughout the young master's residence in the early morning.

Ye Buxin learned of this news through her avatar, but she couldn't be bothered with it and stayed in her room organizing the intelligence.

There are three pieces of intelligence: one is the memory of the Mo family members that I read last night, another is the intelligence sent by my subordinates who were lurking in the Mo family overnight, and the last one is from Nangong Qingyang, asking her if she has any relationship with Wang Jingxing.

Nangong Qingyang answered no, but this time Ye Buxin was certain that she was lying.

She has a relationship with Wang Jingxing.

The fact that these three people entered the young master's residence was probably not a coincidence; it was very likely planned.

Ye Buxin did not press further. She had not yet obtained the power of destiny and did not want to fall out with Nangong Qingyang in the short term.

She said no, so let her say it. Anyway, Ye Buxin treated it like she was talking nonsense.

The intelligence from my subordinates described the current state of the Mohist school: after the death of the leader, the Mohist school was leaderless, and apart from the stronghold in the Qin capital, all other strongholds had been destroyed.

To this day, a new leader has not yet been chosen, the Mohists remain in hiding, and they are pessimistic about the current situation.

Finally, there were the memories of the Mo family members that I read last night.

Excluding the useless ones, these Mo family members are the last Mo family members left in the capital. The man in charge is very familiar with Wang Jingxing. From Ye Buxin's memories, she can see that Wang Jingxing was orphaned and helpless from childhood. It was this man who adopted Wang Jingxing and brought him into the Mo family.

Wang Jingxing would run out of the young master's residence every day to deliver information about Fusu to him, and at the same time bring him some cultivation resources from the residence.

Because their strongholds were destroyed and the Mohist school was severely attacked by the Qin state, Wang Jingxing's cultivation resources, though few, were a timely help.

Ye Buxin summarized the three intelligence reports and pondered quietly.

She felt that something was wrong.

'I always thought these three suspicious fellows were connected to the Jixia Academy,' Ye Buxin muttered to himself, 'but based on the current information, it seems they aren't.'

Nangong Qingyang and Qi Pengju were from the Xiang family, while Wang Jingxing was from the Mo family. Although the Jixia Academy was connected to both of them, they were not directly from the academy.

"Of course, it's also possible that my intelligence isn't comprehensive enough."

She noted down all the suspicious details, and it was at this moment that she sensed Yang Pingsheng's arrival.

She hid everything well, sat on the bed, and pretended to be testing a clever use.

Yang Pingsheng slipped inside and saw that the room was filled with greenery, as if it were the vibrant life of spring. Seeing that she was testing her life-threatening moves again, he patiently waited by her side.

The lush greenery, having reached a certain point, seemed to be restrained by an invisible hand, gradually dissipating. Ye Buxin opened her eyes and looked at Yang Pingsheng, asking, "Is something wrong?"

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Were you in your room all night?"

"Otherwise, where would I be?" Ye Buxin retorted. "What do you mean by asking me that question?"

"Wang Jingxing is in trouble."

Yang Pingsheng briefly recounted what he had heard from Fusu, and Ye Buxin responded with an "oh," saying, "What does that have to do with me? Why are you asking me?"

Yang Pingsheng didn't speak, just looked at her, everything was understood without words.

"Don't flatter yourself." Ye Buxin sneered as she got out of bed. "I will protect you, that's true, but it's not like I would cripple his hand just because he hit you once."

Yang Pingsheng finally spoke: "Did I just say that Wang Jingxing was in trouble?"

Ye Buxin nodded: "Yes, but do you think anything that happens in this mansion can be hidden from me?"

"..."

Yang Pingsheng had nothing to say.

Ye Buxin's face was expressionless, her lowered eyes giving her a somewhat indifferent look.

She didn't like Yang Pingsheng asking her that, as if he cared a lot about that guy named Wang Jingxing.

"So, can you tell me what exactly happened?" Ye Buxin asked.

"Wait a little longer, Bu Xin. As long as you don't take action, I'll handle it."

As Yang Pingsheng spoke, his gaze softened, the previous questioning tone disappeared, and he brought Ye Buxin a familiar sense of security.

"...Be careful."

Ye Buxin knew about Yang Pingsheng's past, and she couldn't see any connection between Yang Pingsheng and Wang Jingxing of the Mo family from those three intelligence reports.

Although I still feel at ease, something inside me is slowly fading away.

Is it a rift?

No, they are bosom friends; there is no distance between them.

They were so in sync. On the cliff, under the silver moon, Yang Pingsheng would play the melodies she knew so well. Those melodies were already engraved in her soul and ingrained in her bones. Only when she danced to those melodies did she feel alive.

And those forbidden techniques, those killing moves, those unknown methods—she was once considered a madwoman, but only Yang Pingsheng affirmed her, praising her as a genius. Yes, she was a genius, because only she understood that talent was not important in this world. She talked with Yang Pingsheng all night long, and that night was the most comfortable night she had had in all these years.

She has a soulmate, a pair of soulmates that are hard to find in the whole world, but Ye Buxin just happened to find one. She believes that fate never began with Nangong Qingyang, but with Yang Pingsheng. She always believed that they were a match made in heaven, that it was fate's oversight, and that they should be together forever, because together they are a complete person.

He is her confidant, he was, he is, and he will be.

"My life."

Yang Pingsheng, who was about to leave, stopped and turned to look at her.

The proud King of Heaven, unusually, lowered his head, his eyes drooping, and spoke in a very soft voice:

"Yes, I'm the one who crippled Wang Jingxing's hand."

She would never bow down to anyone, not even the legendary Heavenly Dao, but at this moment, she bowed her head because she didn't want any distance between herself and her confidant.

"I once said I would never lie to you, but I'm sorry, I lied to you."

“I care about it no matter what, I can’t help but think about it. If you don’t tell me, I don’t know what to do.”

“I saw Wang Jingxing hit you, and I couldn’t help it, just like you couldn’t help it back then.”

"If I've ruined your plans, then... I'm sorry."

The dissipating green drifted by and clung to the two of them.