The improved female villains regained their memories.

None of the disciples of Guigu School are ordinary people.

Fusu was unable to make Yang Pingsheng understand the reasoning behind this, so this was all he could do.

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This time, it might be an opportunity.

The rain pours out its entirety, rushing towards the earth, but the earth refuses the rain's arrival.

Back in his room, Yang Pingsheng thought that perhaps Ye Buxin was wrong. From the very beginning, they shouldn't have accepted Zhou Jinyu's affection.

A burning obsession within her was something Yang Pingsheng couldn't understand, as deep and dark as theirs, hard to extinguish and hard to forget.

How is Senior Sister? She's very good, she's really good. Yang Pingsheng thought to himself that he couldn't let Zhou Jinyu get too close.

He and Ye Buxin were both abnormal lunatics, so they were kindred spirits. Zhou Jinyu was different; she didn't need to live that kind of life.

It's almost there.

It's about time I separated from her for a while.

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So tonight, when Zhou Jinyu pushed open the door and walked in again, Yang Pingsheng suddenly became irritable and told her to leave.

Zhou Jinyu didn't understand what she had done wrong, so she could only ask softly, "Junior brother, did something go wrong when you entered the palace this time?"

Yang Pingsheng said impatiently, "It's nothing, Senior Sister, please go back. I want to calm down by myself."

Zhou Jinyu said, "If you find me annoying, Junior Brother, I can leave. But why don't you dare to look me in the eye when you speak?"

Yang Pingsheng grew increasingly agitated, waved his hand to activate his spiritual energy, and gently pushed her out the door.

Why can't you look her in the eye when you speak?

Because he couldn't look directly into those burning eyes.

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It was a restless night.

Every now and then, Zhou Jinyu would knock on the door to ask how Yang Pingsheng was feeling.

At first, it was: "Junior brother, I brought you some food. Eat something, it might make you feel better."

In the end, it became: "Junior brother, I know you're in a bad mood. How about this, I'll stay with you at the door tonight."

She finished speaking in a gentle voice, saying, "Just like you were guarding me at the cave entrance back then."

Yang Pingsheng suddenly pushed open the door and stood in front of her.

She tried everything she could to be good to him, but he couldn't bear to listen and coldly told her to leave.

"Throughout my life..."

Helpless and heartbroken, she asked, "What did I do wrong?"

Normally, he might have been speechless, but thinking about what had happened recently, he still answered coldly, "Senior sister, you didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to be alone, that's all."

"Okay... I understand."

She left.

Watching Zhou Jinyu's retreating figure, Yang Pingsheng thought to himself, if he hadn't met Ye Buxin, if none of this had happened, perhaps...

No, there are no "ifs".

His eyes hardened.

There are never any "what ifs." No matter what, this is Yang Pingsheng's experience, the path he chose.

Once you've made your choice, you can't go back on it.

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In the cold, dark room, Yang Pingsheng reappeared.

A soft light wafted in, filling the secret chamber with a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere. Countless gems emitting a faint glow were embedded in the surrounding walls, their interplay creating a dreamlike and enchanting ambiance.

The stone platform in the center was an array engraved with intricate patterns, with beams of light connected and shimmering with different colors, weaving together into a magnificent net of light. Yang Pingsheng stepped inside and looked at Ye Buxin, who was sleeping on the stone platform.

He reached out and shone his light on Ye Buxin's face, easily thwarting her clever use of the mask.

Her face was just like in the dream, incomparably beautiful, with skin as white and delicate as mutton fat jade, without a single flaw. Under the surrounding dim light, she seemed to radiate a layer of holy halo.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, slender and curved, just like the crescent moon in the mountains, lying quietly above her closed eyes. Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a faint shadow under her eyelids. Her nose was straight, and her cherry-like mouth was pink and tender, like a cherry blossom bud about to bloom.

The dream and reality echoed each other, and Yang Pingsheng watched calmly.

“Bu Xin, you said I don’t trust you that much. Maybe you’re right.”

“I knew long ago that my senior brother possessed the power of destiny. After arriving at Fusu Mansion, my senior brother told you about my destiny and asked me to test you.”

"That day, we greeted the sunrise together in the capital. The questions I asked you were to test whether you would respond to your senior brother's prediction of your fate, and your answer..."

"It's exactly what he told me."

“He told me, ‘You’ve never been content with just being a swordsman. Your ambition is so great that it could destroy everything. You can’t be the one who brings peace to the world. Your future will be the envy of both gods and men.’”

Yang Pingsheng paused at this point.

He reached out, wanting to touch her but not daring to, and finally could only touch her brow.

“But most importantly, Fusu said, you will lie to me.”

“You once told me that true friends do not deceive or cheat, because the reason we can be called true friends is that we trust each other as if we were one person.”

"But I hid it from you. What about you? Would you lie to me?"

Yang Pingsheng sighed softly and lowered his hand.

A chilling coldness crept up his spine, and that nameless fear returned. What was that? What was it?

He asked himself, tracing the source of his fear—a future without Ye Buxin, a future where he was all alone.

"How could I lie to you? How could I bear to lie to you? What I fear is that we will drift further and further apart and eventually go our separate ways."

"This is what I've always been afraid of."

His palm emitted light, and he used a clever technique to cover her face again.

Despite Fusu's constant emphasis on the fate he was observing, and despite Zhou Jinyu's constant emphasis on the abnormality of their relationship.

but.......

"I believe you."

His belief in her transcended fate.

"Rest well, Buxin. No matter the cost, I will wake you up."

"Our ambitions cannot be achieved without anyone."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Yang Pingsheng told himself.

Whether for Ye Buxin or for himself, he believed that as long as the two of them were of one mind, there was no difficulty they could not overcome.

"You are the gentleman's sword, I am the killer's blade."

He muttered to himself, then turned and left.

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Since the decision has been made, there's no point in delaying it.

Yang Pingsheng tidied up briefly and contacted some of his old subordinates from the Linlang Sect. After doing all this, he prepared to go find Fusu.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Zhou Jinyu standing at the door with pastries in her hands.

Seeing Yang Pingsheng come out, she forced a smile: "Junior brother, are you feeling better? I made some pastries, would you like to try them?"

Her tone was cautiously tentative, but deep within her eyes shone a light more intense than the sun.

Just as Yang Pingsheng was about to refuse, she continued, "I know you're worried about what I'm adding, but this time I assure you, it's all just ordinary pastries, made by my own hands. I'm not very good at cooking, especially pastries."

She opened the food box, took out a piece, put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, and then looked up and smiled, "Hmm, the taste is fine. Look, I ate some too. If anything really happens, I'll definitely be the one who goes before you. I know you're in a bad mood, so I made it very sweet. Try it, a little bit might cheer you up."

Yang Pingsheng finally found a chance to speak: "I need to speak with my senior brother."

"Try a piece." Zhou Jinyu held the pastry to Yang Pingsheng's lips. "I went through a lot of trouble to make it."

"I don't want to eat it, senior sister, please move aside."

"Just this one."

"I will not eat."

With a snap, he instinctively waved his hand, and the burst of spiritual energy knocked the food box away.

The pastries were scattered all over the floor, and the two of them were stunned.

Yang Pingsheng apologized, turned and hurried toward Fusu's room.

Zhou Jinyu squatted down and carefully picked up the pastries that had fallen to the ground and put them back into the box.

She doesn't have the habit of wasting food.

Picking up a broken piece of pastry and putting it in her mouth, Zhou Jinyu sniffed, "It was actually quite sweet..."

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After confirming the departure date with Fusu and discussing some details, Yang Pingsheng left Fusu's room.

On the way back to his room, Li Zhujun stopped him: "Junior brother, want to talk?"

Seeing that the smile on his face was a little stiff, Yang Pingsheng nodded: "Okay, let's talk."

So the two of them stood against the corridor.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom. Li Zhujun looked at the peach blossoms and said, "Thank you for Wang Jingxing's matter. I should have taken the fall for her."

Yang Pingsheng shook his head: "It's alright, as long as you and she can make up."

Li Zhujun chuckled: "Reconciliation is impossible. No matter what, the deed is done. It's an undeniable fact that I'm afraid of death. Even if the people from the Guardian Heaven Sect come and side with me, I have no way to argue against it."

Yang Pingsheng said, "Senior brother, why bother?"

Li Zhujun was taken aback by the question "Why bother?" He turned his head with a smile and said, "Why bother what? I'm the one enjoying the good life, and she's the one suffering. Why should I suffer?"