The improved female villains regained their memories.

Three days later, the girl regained consciousness. She lay there, her entire body enveloped in the magic of the immortals, her black eyes looking blank and helpless.

Nangong Qingyang walked to her side and bent down to look at her.

Are you feeling better?

The girl felt fear, but also a glimmer of hope. In her hoarse, indistinct Chu dialect, she said, "Okay... thank you..."

Nangong Qingyang took the initiative to grab the girl's hand, and the girl quickly responded enthusiastically. She held onto Nangong Qingyang's hand tightly and refused to let go, as if Nangong Qingyang was her lifeline.

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Half a month later, the girl was almost fully recovered. With the full help of the clinic, she was completely rejuvenated. Her messy hair was also styled into a neat short haircut. Nangong Qingyang brought her a magic mirror to look at her. She stared at it blankly, as if she could not believe that this was herself.

Nangong Qingyang placed the mirror in her hand: "Here, I hope you will never forget how you look after being reborn."

The girl nodded blankly and put the mirror away.

Perhaps still thinking she was dreaming, she pinched her cheek, hissed in pain, and then smiled foolishly.

Nangong Qingyang led her to a quiet room, sat down in a chair, and said to her, "If you are willing, from now on, I will be your master."

The girl slapped herself, covered her face in pain, and laughed even more foolishly: "Yes, yes!"

Nangong Qingyang was speechless at her actions. He took out a spiritual medicine and applied it to her face while saying, "Since you are my disciple, from now on, you can only obey my orders."

The girl smiled sheepishly and nodded: "Okay."

"I have many requirements for you. First, you must be obedient. Second, you must survive as a man and never reveal your female identity. And then..."

“No problem at all!” the girl said with a smile. “I will do whatever Master says.”

The girl's obedience left Nangong Qingyang speechless.

Looking into the girl's wet eyes, she seemed to see Xiang Ju from back then in a daze.

Chapter 615 Why are you sad?

The girl had no name.

Years ago, she narrowly escaped death from her relatives and has been living on the streets ever since. She can't even recognize all the characters, let alone her name.

For the next month, Nangong Qingyang stayed in the capital of Qi with the girl, teaching her to read and write.

In order to firmly grasp her destiny and prevent her from having any further contact with her brother, Nangong Qingyang used a disguise to force her to live as a man.

She named the girl Wang Jingxing, taking the name from the poem "Chexia" in the Book of Odes of the Kingdom of China: "High mountains are to be looked up to, and virtuous conduct is to be followed."

"From now on, Wang Jingxing will be your name."

The girl nodded vigorously, her obedient appearance making Nangong Qingyang feel affectionate, and he gently stroked her head.

She was a good child, but she wasn't a good teacher.

She took the girl's hand, leading her into the mortal world, leading her into a web of intrigue, and watching her fate gradually shift.

There has never been any salvation.

There is only one despicable woman here.

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It must be said that Wang Jingxing is very talented.

Nangong Qingyang had no intention of teaching her about destiny. Instead, after she had a basic understanding of the Qi Kingdom's characters, he casually gave her some immortal scriptures from the academy. She quickly discovered that the girl's understanding of weapon crafting was beyond imagination. Within a few days, she was able to imitate the techniques described in the scriptures to make some crude magical artifacts.

The girl also possessed a high level of talent in the methods of the Yin-Yang School. After reading only one book about the Yin-Yang School, Nangong Qingyang discovered that the girl's fate was beginning to turn for the better.

After careful consideration, Nangong Qingyang decided to let her focus on weapon cultivation and completely abandon the Yin Yang School.

She told the girl that she should specialize in one path in order to excel, but that wasn't actually the case at all. She was just afraid that the girl would get out of her control.

Nangong Qingyang's original plan was to spend three months training Wang Jingxing, but a letter from Jixia Academy made her quickly abandon this idea.

Something happened at the academy.

The specifics of what happened were not mentioned, but judging from the recall letter sent by the academy, it may be related to Xiang Ju.

She immediately became anxious and, after settling Wang Jingxing with her subordinates, rushed back to the Jixia Academy.

Xiang Ju is the most important person in her destiny. No matter what, Wang Jingxing is only there to assist in blocking the death calamity. The core person who must block the death calamity is Xiang Ju. Therefore, no matter what, Xiang Ju cannot be allowed to get into trouble.

not to mention......

His inner emotions surged and churned, carrying complex and indescribable feelings. Nangong Qingyang quickened his pace, giving his inner response.

Besides, they've been together for so long, Xiang Ju would rather die in front of her than not die.

Upon rushing back to the academy, Nangong Qingyang quickly noticed something amiss—the once bustling academy was now eerily quiet, with the practice areas and other places completely deserted. The warmth the sunlight had deliberately left on the bluestone slabs now seemed to have dimmed, leaving only dappled shadows. None of the students had gone out, and all the doors were tightly shut.

The ancient trees reached for the sky, their shadows swaying, adding to the gloom. When Nangong Qingyang's junior sister saw him return, she quickly ran over.

She gripped Nangong Qingyang's hand tightly, her face still filled with fear: "Senior sister, something bad has happened."

"What happened?"

"Palace Master, all the Palace Masters are dead, without exception, all of them..."

This news almost knocked Nangong Qingyang unconscious. She looked at the academy again, at the bright red line of fate deep within it.

"The others probably don't know, right?"

"It's just the few of us, senior sister, what do we do with this news..."

"Don't panic, lead the way first, let me see what's going on."

She and her junior sister walked deeper into the hall, and before they even reached the familiar main hall, they smelled a strong stench of blood.

The corpses of Shi Zi, the corpses of several temple masters... Blood flowed from inside the hall to the outside, and all around her were immortal techniques she couldn't see through.

The crimson line of fate emerged step by step from the depths, dragging a long sword and leaving bloody footprints.

The junior sister was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, the strong smell of blood making her want to vomit.

Nangong Qingyang calmly looked at the thread of fate, the boy who had grown up with her.

"Put the knife down."

The boy stopped in his tracks.

He dropped the knife without hesitation.

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Nangong Qingyang checked around and found that several hall masters were dead. He also discovered that his junior brothers and sisters had been drugged by Xiang Ju and left in a corner.

The entire hall showed signs of damage, and judging from the exterior alone, it was indeed the work of Xiang Ju's immortal arts.

She turned to look at him; the boy stood at the palace gate, his entire body reeking of blood.

"why?"

She had only been away for a month, but she never expected that the young man would develop such a murderous intent, not even sparing his master.

She didn't yell or shout; she just asked calmly because she really wanted to know why.

The boy's eyes flickered, his head was lowered, and he remained silent for a long time.

She knew he always acted this way when he made a mistake, so she continued to press, "Why is that? There has to be a reason."

The boy finally spoke: "There's no reason."

He said:

"They deserve to die."

There's no point in saying anything now that things have come to this.

Nangong Qingyang knew that if this matter were to be publicized, the Qi royal family would definitely question it and might even take over the academy directly. Without the various hall masters in charge, the academy would fall into chaos.

The network of interests involved is too large. Putting aside the interests themselves, the students of those temple masters will not let Xiang Ju go.

But Xiang Ju cannot die; she needs his help to avert disaster. The academy is good, the corpse is good, but no matter how good they are, nothing is more important than her own life.

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Xiang Ju suddenly moved.

A phoenix cry resounded throughout the hall, and he pounced like a cheetah, striking somewhere in the air.

That was a method left behind by Shi Zi, intended for Nangong Qingyang, but Xiang Ju saw through it.

boom.

The powerful shockwave pushed Nangong Qingyang away. Only then did she understand why Xiang Ju had made his move: Shi Zi actually wanted to kill her.

She sat on the ground in a daze and saw the boy standing there, his body covered with phoenix totems becoming strong and blocking everything.

Around his neck, his mother's jade pendant emitted light, activating his innate bloodline.

He shattered the last echo of the corpse with a wave of his hand, turned around, and walked towards her step by step, extending his hand: "Sister, do you believe him or me?"

Nangong Qingyang grasped his hand: "I believe you."

Their fates were intertwined under her manipulation; if they didn't trust him, who else could they trust?

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She took out a handkerchief and wiped the bloodstains from his face as if nothing had happened.

Now it was Xiang Ju's turn to be at a loss. He wanted to say something, but seeing Nangong Qingyang's calm demeanor, he couldn't say anything.

Nangong Qingyang knew what he was thinking and said, "You were able to defeat them because, firstly, your master is nearing the end of his life and has old injuries; secondly, those palace masters are unworthy of their titles and are all just people who seek fame and fortune."

She paused for a moment: "Don't take such risks in the future."

The boy sniffed, seemingly pleased by Nangong Qingyang's concern, and grinned, but the smile was quite ugly, mixed with the smell of blood, making one want to vomit.

“Okay, sister.” He smiled, a cruel smile in his eyes. “I won’t take the risk next time.”

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And so, Nangong Qingyang took over the Jixia Academy.

They have a lot to do: resolve the witness issues, find a plausible explanation for the Temple Master's death, appease the Temple Master and the academy's affiliated forces, and so on...

With the help of the jade pendant, Xiang Ju had mastered the immortal techniques he had learned, making it Nangong Qingyang's best weapon.