The improved female villains regained their memories.

Nangong Qingyang felt as if darkness filled his vision.

As the wind blew by, the sweet taste rising in her throat could no longer be suppressed, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground.

It's over, there's no turning back.

She specializes in studying fate, so she knows better than anyone how ruthless fate can be.

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The rapid sound of horses' hooves ripped through the darkness, the jolting and the wind pulling her back from the shadows.

She was no longer in the capital. Xiang Ju held her in his arms, using one hand to steed his spirit horse, and fled madly forward.

"......you."

"Sister, you're awake." Xiang Ju held her tightly, revealing that ugly smile. "Bear with it, we'll be safe soon."

"What about the rest?"

"I don't know. The Qin army has launched a general offensive. I can't worry about anyone else."

"Stop, Xiang Ju, stop for a moment..."

“I can’t stop, sister. I know what you want to say, but I won’t stop. I don’t care what others do, but you can’t die here.”

Nangong Qingyang stared at him blankly.

The once obedient boy has changed. The dust and worries of the past few days have etched a maturity beyond his years, and even the tone of his voice carries an unyielding stubbornness.

She gave a desolate laugh.

She wasn't the kind of person who cared for and worried about others. She asked him to stop, just so she could see the city one last time, the last place she lived.

Xiang Yan is dead, her fate is sealed, what can she say, what can she do?

That nameless sorrow surged up again, almost engulfing her entirely.

She said in a hoarse voice, "I know. Find a place to stop and let me take one last look at that city."

The boy paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

They stopped on a high earthen slope. Nangong Qingyang dismounted and looked at the distant city engulfed in flames, bathed in the light of various immortal techniques.

Streaks of light rose up, representing the last stand of the Chu people who refused to surrender.

The song her father sang echoed in her mind: "Truly brave, tenacious, and valiant, always strong and unyielding. Though the man dies, his spirit lives on; your soul is truly a hero among ghosts!"

The boy stood beside her and whispered, "Sister, you're crying."

Did you cry?

She wiped away her tears and remained silent for a long time.

From that night on, sadness has haunted her, and now it has finally reached its peak.

Sorrow transforms into flames, stirring up deep-seated obsessions within.

She couldn't grow up happily as her father had said.

The memory of her country's destruction was so profound that she could neither forget it nor let it go.

She gritted her teeth, looked at the horizon, and made a fatal judgment on the fate of the Qin state: "Even if Chu has only three households left, it will surely be Chu that destroys Qin."

The smoke of battle obscured the horizon, echoing the symphony of fate.

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fate.

So cold-blooded, so ruthless.

When the moment of destiny arrives, no one can stop it.

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fate.

How can one determine their destiny?

Is the death of one's parents predetermined by fate? Is being born with a preordained calamity predetermined by fate? Was the destruction of the Chu Kingdom predetermined by fate?

Nangong Qingyang knew that it didn't count.

All of this is man-made, not fate.

If it weren't for that princess of Chu wanting to escape, how could my parents have suffered such an undeserved disaster?

If she hadn't been involved in these things, how could she have been cursed with a fatal calamity?

If Qi Yan hadn't stood idly by, and if the Linlang Sect and the royal family hadn't been corrupt and incompetent, how could the Chu Kingdom have been destroyed?

There are no natural disasters.

It was all man-made.

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With the fall of the State of Chu, the power of the Jixia Academy was severely damaged.

Most importantly, fate turned against him. In order to avert the destruction of the Chu Kingdom, Nangong Qingyang risked his life.

Now, she has lost, and her lifespan has been greatly reduced as a result.

What a splendid sect of Guigu! What a splendid Prince Fusu! Nangong Qingyang, who had fled back to Qi, sighed to the heavens, lamenting that he was no match for them.

Since taking over the academy, she has launched an investigation into the Ghost Valley Sect with spies. Although she learned that Fusu was a member of the Ghost Valley Sect, none of the spies she sent out returned.

She finally understood why Shi Zi said that Guigu Sect was the academy's greatest enemy. Anyone who could come out of Guigu Sect was no ordinary person, and Fu Su had clearly proven this point.

She understood how terrifying the Ghost Valley Sect was, but the price she paid was too high.

The shortened lifespan made it impossible for her to use magical artifacts as before, and even the most basic circulation of spiritual energy became difficult.

Upon returning to the academy, Nangong Qingyang locked himself in his room, reflecting day and night.

Reflecting on the failure of the State of Chu, reflecting on the failure of the academy, and reflecting on her own failure.

Xiang Yan died; all those with ambition perished on the eve of the fall of the Chu state.

She was the only one who survived, dragging her half-crippled body, determined to fight them to the very end.

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After reflecting for ten days, she stepped out again.

Because of the war in Chu, the power of the academy was greatly reduced, but also because of the war in Chu, Nangong Qingyang confirmed her final authority.

With the lessons of national ruin and family destruction right before their eyes, and the common enemy, the Qin state, at the height of its power, the remaining people of the academy united as one and erupted with the will to fight a desperate war.

Nangong Qingyang once again sits at the table of fate, coldly observing the destiny of the world.

"Fusu, I'll bet with you one more time."

Fusu's encounter with the power of fate truly caught her off guard, forcing her to watch helplessly as the State of Chu was destroyed.

Therefore, this time, she will devote all her energy to shaping the destiny of Chu's dominance over Qin.

She became greedy. She didn't want to die, nor did she want the State of Chu to die. She wanted to destroy the State of Qin and restore the State of Chu.

In order to set up a deadly trap, she made two preparations: on the one hand, she had Wang Jingxing infiltrate the Mo family, and on the other hand, she sent out spies to continuously gather intelligence on the Guigu Sect.

To her surprise, the Guigu Sect did not deliberately conceal the news of its disciples. After Fusu left the mountain, the second disciple, Li Zhujun, and the third disciple, Zhou Jinyu, also left the mountain one after another.

Li Zhujun, Zhou Jinyu.

Nangong Qingyang looked at the names of the two people and pondered for a moment.

It was as if the heavens were helping her. Li Zhujun's fate was intertwined with Wang Jingxing's, and intelligence also proved that Li Zhujun was the boy who was tested back then. Now he had entered the Li family and was serving Li Si.

She didn't know Zhou Jinyu and couldn't think of a way to deal with her yet, but she already had a preliminary plan to deal with Fusu and Li Zhujun.

While laying the groundwork for his fatal attack, Nangong Qingyang did not forget to continue targeting the Guigu Sect.

She set up a trap to ambush two disciples from the Ghost Valley Sect who had come out for trials. She was almost successful, but unfortunately, she received intelligence that the male disciple had unleashed a powerful soul force, which directly broke the trap.

The soul is as mysterious as fate. Nangong Qingyang felt regretful that the fate of the Ghost Valley Sect could never be observed. She was afraid that the disciples who would emerge from the mountain later would disrupt her plans.

But now, I can't worry about that anymore.

Obsession consumed her heart; her eyes were fixed on the map, on the location of the Qin Palace.

Her heart was trapped, trapped on that snowy night, trapped in the dilapidated Chu King's palace.

She was more afraid of death than ever before.

If she dies, she really won't be able to do anything anymore.

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Trouble was brewing soon.

The one causing trouble wasn't Fusu, nor Li Zhujun, but Zhou Jinyu.

She served Fusu and quickly established a corresponding intelligence network.

That woman's abilities are terrifying and convenient. Not only does she have a large number of subordinates, but they are all fiercely loyal.

If it weren't for Nangong Qingyang's ability to observe fate, Zhou Jinyu would have almost completely disrupted several of the Jixia Academy's research lines.

She couldn't help but marvel at Fusu's good fortune, being born in such a country, having such a father, not only controlling his own destiny, but also having such a capable junior sister to assist him.

Fusu had everything, while she had nothing.

Because Xiang Ju fell.

After escaping back from the State of Chu, he collapsed. Nangong Qingyang examined him and discovered that he too was destined to face a death calamity.

Unlike Nangong Qingyang's death calamity, Xiang Ju's death calamity was more like a curse, and the person who cast the curse was none other than Shi Zi.

The final counterattack was originally aimed at Nangong Qingyang, but it was unexpectedly blocked by Xiang Ju.

He had been enduring it all because his older sister needed him, but now he could no longer bear it.

In the dimly lit room, she held his hand, watching him suffer terribly from the curse, yet remained silent.

"It's alright, little brother. I won't let you die. You still have to protect me from this calamity. How could I let you die?"

She kept repeating these despicable words in her mind, over and over again, not knowing who she was trying to lull into a false sense of security.