The improved female villains regained their memories.

A cold wind rustled through the trees.

Ye Buxin looked up at the sky, his face expressionless, neither sad nor happy.

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"Yang Pingsheng, I am very disappointed in you."

Chapter 625 You've Forgotten Me!

The greatest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the distance between branches that share the same root but cannot lean on each other in the wind.

In the Ninth World, long afterward, Ye Buxin looked at Yang Pingsheng, who had forgotten everything, and she could always recall those words.

Ye Buxin is not called Ye Buxin. Her original name was completely erased by the rules after the transaction with Bai Ze. No matter the past, present, future, or other worlds or timelines, her past name will never exist. Even if Yang Pingsheng, who has forgotten everything in the future, has the opportunity to return to the present, he will never be able to find it again.

Her name, her past, all turned to dust in that fire.

During the years she was in a deep sleep due to the swap of her destinies, she would always dream about the past. Everything from the past haunted her like a nightmare, leaving her unable to escape.

"Spiritual root, spiritual vein, and spiritual sea—three wastes—this is the fine daughter you gave birth to!"

"How can you be so useless? You're a waste of spiritual energy, and you can't even practice the secret techniques unique to royal princesses. All you can do is practice that lowly and incompetent method. How could I have a daughter like you?"

"Haha, the royal disgrace has arrived."

The Chu royal family publicly proclaimed it as the "Wonderful Use Method," but only the royal family knew that the Wonderful Use Method was a technique practiced by lower-ranking nobles. What the royal family practiced was always a secret art related to space.

This set of secret techniques was obtained from the Shang Dynasty, even before the Zhou Dynasty. King Wu of Chu dared to shout, "I am a barbarian, and I do not share the titles and posthumous names of the Central States." This was because the techniques they possessed were incompatible with those of the Zhou Dynasty.

Over the years, the secret techniques of the Chu Kingdom have become highly intertwined with the bloodline of the Chu royal family, and only members of the royal family can cultivate them.

However, very few people can master this method, which means that when such a person appears in the State of Chu, the State of Chu will become powerful, and when such a person does not appear, the family that practices the ingenious method will seize power.

Even so, the Chu royal family was still proud of it.

This set of secret techniques is divided into Yin and Yang, and men and women practice different ones. Ye Buxin was unable to master it because his spiritual energy was depleted.

She can only practice clever uses.

Many nights, she was alone in the empty palace, with only the bright moon and the gentle breeze for company.

Much later, the bright moon and the gentle breeze became Yang Pingsheng.

Inside the Guigu Sect, whenever she opened the door, she could always see Yang Pingsheng cultivating in the courtyard.

"morning."

She walked over with a cold face, and the man would rush over to stop her, reaching out his hand to her: "Take a look at the results of last night's research."

She told him to leave her alone, and then the man would come closer, his bright eyes able to encompass everything, including her willfulness and her stubbornness.

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"If I don't bother you, who else do you have to talk to?"

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Yes, without him, who else can I talk to?

Wandering alone in the endless night, she suppressed all her joy and happiness, turning it into solitude.

Because of this, she was always afraid—afraid that something would happen to him, afraid that he would get hurt.

If he wasn't there, she truly had no one to confide in.

"You're really despicable."

She snapped at him, "Do you really think I can't live without you?"

Later she admitted, "That's right, I just can't live without you."

During that trial, they were ambushed and on the verge of death, but ultimately managed to survive.

At that time, Ye Buxin said to Yang Pingsheng, "I can't live without you, so Pingsheng, don't do this again next time."

She still remembers the other person's reply at the time: "I know, that's exactly why I said that."

He said, "Even if I die, I will be with you."

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From that time on, Ye Buxin began to fear death.

There is a great terror between life and death; it can easily separate two people who love each other, causing them to lose their memories and never see each other again.

Humans are so strong, yet so fragile.

No matter how great a hero is, once he dies, he truly has nothing left.

After recovering from her injury, Ye Buxin often sat on a rock, staring blankly at the branches of the tree.

Yang Pingsheng came to see her and saw that she was preoccupied, so he asked her what was wrong. Ye Buxin remained silent and only said, "Nothing, I just had some new inspiration."

Yang Pingsheng didn't ask any further questions. He knew that Ye Buxin's inspiration was intermittent, so he didn't disturb her any longer. As he got up to leave, Ye Buxin called him back:

"My life."

She asked, "You don't want to die either, right?"

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Often, this is how things happen in secluded places, where they are quietly launched without the other person's knowledge.

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Yang Pingsheng didn't mind and nodded casually: "Of course, don't you know me already?"

"okay, I get it."

She will do it; she will make them transcend the boundaries of life and death, standing together for eternity.

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They brought up the matter of leaving the mountain several times, but their master rejected it each time. One night, before Ye Buxin had even rested, he sensed the presence of spiritual energy in the surrounding space.

"Come to the back mountain."

It was her master who summoned her late at night and gave her an extra instruction: "You alone, do not tell Yang Pingsheng."

Ye Buxin narrowed her eyes, wondering what the old man was up to. Of course, she wasn't the kind of disciple who would listen to whatever her master said. She left a message and headed to the back mountain.

At the waterfall behind the mountain, the indistinct figure still sat there, water droplets splashing, and the rising mist around them receded as Ye Buxin arrived. She looked at the person coldly and asked, "What is it?"

Master chuckled twice, his voice distant and seemingly coming from afar: "Ye Buxin, you don't need to be so wary of me. No matter what, you and Yang Pingsheng are both disciples of my Ghost Valley Sect."

Ye Buxin was too lazy to reply, and asked again, "What is it?"

The master said, “It doesn’t matter how you do those things, but Ye Buxin, don’t forget the path you’ve chosen.”

"Since you've made the choice, don't ask for anything else."

Ye Buxin coldly stared at the blurry figure, ignoring the warning in the other party's words, her heart calm and undisturbed.

I don't ask for anything else?

What more could she possibly want?

She didn't care about a so-called happy family, nor did she care about earth-shattering, unforgettable love. In her view, these ordinary human emotions were commonplace things. Since she had chosen this path, she naturally didn't want them.

What she wanted has never changed.

Her ambition, Yang Pingsheng's ambition—as long as these two soulmates can realize their ambitions and remain unchanged for eternity, that's enough. They ask for nothing more.

She doesn't think it's a luxury; it's wanting something but being unwilling to change it that's a luxury.

Her master thought she didn't know, but she actually knew. She knew that her master and Yang Pingsheng had talked about her in private, saying that she valued fate too much and its influence, and that he didn't need to be too humble towards her.

She knew he wanted to see them fight.

But she refused to accept that; she would make him understand that not everything was under his control.

No one in this world is worthy to control her.

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“Master, you are more stubborn than Yang Pingsheng and me.”

She sneered and stepped forward.

The surrounding mist surged as if trying to stop it, but dared not step forward.

She stepped into the water and went straight to her master.

She looked at him, her eyes unwavering: "I know exactly what you're thinking, and I can give you an answer right now. I'm going to take that path, but I won't let Yang Pingsheng take it."

"He will be with me, he has to be with me!"

The blurry figure stiffened for a moment, then chuckled, completely ignoring Ye Buxin's words.

He said, "You care too much about fate."

Ye Bu thought to himself, "I care because I firmly believe that fate can be controlled. Rather than letting it be in the hands of you people, I'd rather have it in my own hands."

The master asked, "Wouldn't it be better if it were in your hands?"

Ye Bu thought to himself, "Who knows? But at least it's under my control."

The master smiled and nodded: "Alright, then I'll keep an eye on things from now on."

He waited to see how the story would end.

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Humans cannot tolerate loneliness.

Human emotions need an outlet.

Instead of placing your hopes on those boring, low-level emotions, why not place them on a true friend?

Ye Buxin was proud and arrogant. She took it for granted that she and Yang Pingsheng were soulmates and that their relationship transcended everything.

Therefore, at the moment the game of fate was activated and she and Fusu exchanged their lives, she naturally entrusted everything to Yang Pingsheng.

No matter what happens, he won't abandon me, Ye Bu thought.

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