The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Fusu, your talent is actually this. No wonder your master made you learn the power of destiny. You probably never imagined that your master would use me to scheme against you, did you?"

She had never seen so clearly before; thanks to Fusu's talent, she finally "saw" it.

She stopped in the middle of the street, the only sound being her own breathing. She gently raised her head, gazing at the night sky, a faint smile seemingly appearing on her lips. The air around her seemed to freeze, the tension as palpable as a bowstring about to snap.

“I see it very clearly, including you all,” she said with a smile, speaking to herself.

"Aren't you going to show yourself?"

Most of the shops had already closed down, with only a few dim lanterns swaying in the wind, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Several figures darted past and stopped on the surrounding rooftops.

Killing moves, ingenious applications, elixirs, weapon crafting, secret techniques, formations... Six figures surrounded Ye Buxin; they were undoubtedly top experts in their respective fields.

Zhou Jinyu is willing to do this in the capital just to kill her; it seems he's really desperate.

Ye Buxin chuckled lightly, not even looking up, and asked, "Are you sure you want to fight here?"

An array descended, isolating the area from the surrounding atmosphere.

Ye Buxin couldn't help but praise, "It seems you were well prepared. In that case, then make your move."

Without Ye Buxin needing to speak, the six figures moved.

The real killing intent was locked onto Ye Buxin, but she was not afraid at all. Green energy rose up and transformed into a sword in her hand.

What comes after disappointment?

Her wave of her hand was not a clever technique, but rather a terrifying surge of spiritual energy.

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boom!

The space trembled, but quickly stabilized.

Yang Pingsheng originally wanted to teleport directly to Ye Buxin's location, but at this moment, the space was blocked by an unknown force.

In the pitch-black darkness, the ripples of the treasure continued to expand, like ripples spreading across a lake.

Zhou Jinyu's voice echoed throughout the room: "Pingsheng, I beg you, just stay here and let me kill Ye Buxin."

Yang Pingsheng stared coldly into the darkness, showing no mercy at this moment, and raised his hand to strike into the depths of darkness.

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The light shone brightly, but fortunately, it was protected by an array, preventing any leakage.

Ye Buxin continuously used her spiritual energy to resist these people's attacks, smiling without any concern:

"Is that all the strength you have?"

“Young friend, don’t boast,” one of them said. “The spiritual energy you’ve stirred up is indeed enormous, but it’s not stable enough yet. We’ll be able to break through it soon.”

The attack from multiple directions shook the spiritual sea, causing it to shatter layer by layer.

Ye Buxin turned her head to avoid the attack, and the clever use of her face to conceal her face was almost exposed.

"She's not going to make it."

"Kill her!"

Six people attacked together.

Faced with six different immortal techniques coming from six directions, Ye Buxin smiled and actually threw away the sword in his hand.

"This guy gave up?"

"Be careful, it might be a trap."

"Who cares? Let's go all out!"

The light was so dazzling, like daytime, that at that moment, Ye Buxin truly smelled the scent of death.

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The fact that the First Emperor was not in the capital meant that Yang Pingsheng could use spatial killing techniques without being detected.

But he didn't expect Zhou Jinyu to have such a secret treasure. Was she guarding against him?

If Ye Buxin were to die...

What if she dies?

He dared not think any further.

He was covered in blood, clenched his fists, and slammed them hard into the darkness before him.

boom!

The chaotic darkness cracked, and then it fell apart.

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"I'm not holding it in. Besides, what's the rush for me?"

"You'd better be like that, Yang Pingsheng. I hope your mouth is as hard as your body."

"hehe."

"hehe."

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The earth roared furiously, tearing everything apart.

The space trembled, the formation teetered on the brink of collapse, and almost couldn't withstand it. All six different attacks vanished into thin air, and the enormous impact sent the six figures flying.

Ye Buxin felt herself fall into that familiar embrace. When she opened her eyes, she saw the other person's slightly ferocious face.

So you can make that kind of expression too.

"Why aren't you defending, Ye Buxin? What are you doing?!" Yang Pingsheng roared, rarely showing such intense emotions in front of her.

Then she smiled gently again.

“Look, Pingsheng,” she reached out and touched his face, “you’re the one who got impatient.”

Chapter 629 Look, in my life, I've accomplished everything.

Relax and let go! Do not touch my sash! Do not let the dog bark! —From "Zhao Nan: There is a Dead Deer in the Wild"

That knife, that sword.

From the very beginning, it was as exciting as a bloody battle.

The blade was stained with hot blood, and as it was swung, drops of blood splattered, leaving traces on the flat ground.

The ground trembled slightly in fear, as if trying to dodge, but was mercilessly trampled flat and stood firm, allowing the long and sharp sword to dance like the wind, thrusting, picking, slicing, cutting, blocking, and returning. Every sword move was so fierce and swift, with a powerful and overwhelming force.

The tiny crack slowly extended, initially inconspicuous, but gradually shattering the entire sky.

Is this a derivative of a dream from back then, or a memory that is about to be forgotten?

He could no longer tell the difference.

But he would never forget the dazed look in the other person's eyes when they looked at him.

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The formation was activated, isolating the inside from the outside, but it could not escape the detection of some people with ulterior motives.

In the Li residence, Nangong Qingyang looked out the window at a certain place. Even though she was heavily obscured, she could still see clearly.

In the room, Qi Pengju was in a rare moment of clarity. He silently followed behind Nangong Qingyang, half of his face hidden in the shadows.

Wang Jingxing and Li Zhujun sat in the chairs behind. Li Zhujun seemed to sense something and said with a smile, "Oh dear, Junior Sister is awake. We're all in trouble now."

He turned to Wang Jingxing and said, "What do you think, little sister? Let's not stay with them, lest our junior sister comes looking for trouble and drags us down with her."

Wang Jingxing rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention, and asked Nangong Qingyang, "Master, should I make a trip?"

Before Nangong Qingyang could speak, Li Zhujun interjected, "Why did you make this trip? This is a matter for the Ghost Valley Sect. If an outsider like you goes, they'll have a target."

Whether it's Ye Buxin or Zhou Jinyu, they both have unresolved scores with Nangong Qingyang. Yang Pingsheng is even more so; he's currently wholeheartedly devoted to Fusu. If given the chance, he would truly eliminate them all without leaving a trace.

Fate is complicated and intertwined. Observing Ye Buxin's fate, Nangong Qingyang took a deep breath.

She understood that the most crucial battle was only just beginning.

Ever since Fusu and Ye Buxin exchanged lives, she had been waiting, but Fusu was more patient than she had imagined. Even though she used every means at her disposal, he only defended and did not attack.

During this trip with the First Emperor, Fusu was completely away from the capital; otherwise, she planned to capture him as well.

After a moment's internal struggle, she ultimately didn't turn her head and slowly said, "According to the plan, Jingxing, you go."

Wang Jingxing nodded, got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

But after taking only a few steps, she suddenly felt a huge pull, and the next second, she was back in the room.

Li Zhujun's voice echoed in the room: "What's the rush?"

Crunch, crunch—

Figures were hidden in the darkness, watching the people in the room. Qi Pengju watched coldly, protecting Nangong Qingyang behind him.

Wang Jingxing shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

Li Zhujun said with a smile, "Nangong Qingyang, what did you say to me before? Don't tell me that the head of the academy is now going back on his word."

Wang Jingxing's eyes widened immediately. He looked at Li Zhujun, then at Nangong Qingyang beside him: "What do you mean by that? Master, what did he say to you?"

Subconsciously, she didn't believe that Nangong Qingyang would make a deal with her and Li Zhujun, so her words referred to what he had told her.

Nangong Qingyang sighed slightly, pressed Qi Pengju down with his hand, and gestured for him to step back.

She finally turned around and looked at Li Zhujun, saying, "I've made the course of fate very clear to you. I think I'll tell you about this matter, and Fusu will tell you as well."

Li Zhujun narrowed her eyes slightly: "That's why I came to find you, but now it seems that Nangong Qingyang, your own plans are probably more frightening than my senior brother's."

Nangong Qingyang replied, "But you can't tell what Fusu wants, nor can you tell what I want."

Li Zhujun raised her hand: "Yes, I really can't see what you two lunatics want, but I don't mind taking one out first."

Nangong Qingyang said, "You won't lay a hand on me."

Li Zhujun smiled and said, "Okay, let's give it a try."