The improved female villains regained their memories.

There was no nausea or disgust, just a feeling of complete comfort.

The wealthy family's son died, and the family organized a group to take revenge. Wang Jingxing was surrounded and almost in dire straits.

While she was debating whether to use the life-saving item her master had given her, two people suddenly appeared and wiped out everyone surrounding her.

Undeterred by their ferocity, the two stormed into the wealthy family's mansion, where they slaughtered everyone amidst the screams of the inhabitants.

Even Wang Jingxing, who remained unshaken even when killing for the first time, was trembling with fear.

The two people, a man and a woman, stood in front of her, covered in blood.

The man chuckled, "Did you make this magical artifact yourself? Do you have a master?"

Wang Jingxing shook his head, then cautiously asked, "Are you from the Mohist school?"

The man countered, "Why do you ask that?"

Wang Jingxing pointed to the insignia on their weapons, which were unique to the Mohist school: "I've been to the Mohist stronghold before, and the pattern there is the same as yours."

"Is that so? Aren't you afraid we're traitors who betrayed the Mohist school?"

Wang Jingxing gripped his weapon tightly: "So, you are?"

"Of course not." The man laughed and said, "Just kidding. We are the Mohists."

He then asked, "What are you going to the Mo family's stronghold for?"

Wang Jingxing replied, "I want to join the Mohist school."

Do you know what the Mohists did?

“I know that the Mohists are all about chivalry.”

The man chuckled and stopped replying.

He turned and left. Wang Jingxing hesitated for a long time, unsure whether he should follow. At this moment, the woman spoke up: "If you want to be a knight-errant, then follow me."

She reached out her hand to Wang Jingxing, her beautiful, slender hand still stained with the blood of a wealthy man.

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Those two became Wang Jingxing's introducers to the Mohist school.

To join the Mohist school, one's background must be clean; one cannot be associated with any royalty or nobles, nor can one be involved with any cultivation forces.

Wang Jingxing sat in the room, waiting anxiously. She didn't know if what her master had taught her would be useful, but she trusted her master.

Soon, the door opened, and the two people entered. They sat opposite Wang Jingxing. The man's smile vanished, replaced by a stern face, while the woman remained expressionless, revealing no emotion.

Is there a problem? Wang Jingxing wondered anxiously.

“We’ve investigated what you’ve said. There was indeed such an incident in the State of Chu back then. In order to stop the fleeing princess, all of Chu’s forces were mobilized. During the pursuit, the Xiang family destroyed a mansion in Qin that was used to train spies.” The woman continued, “According to you, you were one of the survivors at that time, but according to the list of survivors that the Xiang family brought back back then, it seems that you were not on it.”

Wang Jingxing said, "I don't know either. My brother stabbed me and I passed out. When I woke up, I was all alone."

"Then who taught you how to make magical artifacts?"

"I learned all of that back then."

“Then you have a great talent,” the man next to him said. “After living alone and helpless all these years, you still managed to find such materials to make magical artifacts.”

“I stole most of it, and some I picked up from the battlefield,” Wang Jingxing said. “You can tell from my appearance that I’m just a beggar with no background.”

“But you still can’t prove what you’re saying,” the man said.

Wang Jingxing remained silent, then slowly stood up, pulled his clothes up to reveal his abdomen.

The hideous scar was revealed, winding and twisting like a centipede.

“This is the knife my brother used to stab me.” Wang Jingxing’s voice trembled as he spoke of it. “If you still don’t believe me, I really have no other choice.”

"It's just a scar," the man said. "Back then, Yao Li went to great lengths to assassinate Qing Ji..."

"Alright," the woman suddenly interrupted her, "Let's end the investigation here. I trust her."

"Junior sister, you'd better think this through."

"Senior brother, I've thought it through very clearly."

The hand reached out, grasped Wang Jingxing's hand, and helped her pull down her clothes.

The woman looked at him with unwavering determination: "This child is a chivalrous person at heart."

"I believe in him."

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And so, she joined the Mohist school.

Because of the woman's determination, the Mo family man said nothing more and showed no intention of making things difficult for Wang Jingxing. On the contrary, he treated her very well.

The Mohists all obeyed the orders of the Grand Master. Before the Grand Master issued any orders, the Mohists generally acted on their own.

When Wang Jingxing joined, it was a time when the Qin state was eager to challenge the Chu state, and the world was filled with the smell of war.

Although the State of Chu repelled the attack of the State of Qin, the State of Qin still harbored a wolfish heart and its forces were not annihilated. The leader of the Mohist school was worried that the King of Qin still harbored treacherous intentions towards the State of Chu, so he called on the Mohists to gather in the State of Chu.

Their daily lives now consist of preparing for war and lecturing, ready to respond to any attack from the Qin state.

Because Wang Jingxing was recommended by those two people, he usually followed them around.

They taught her how to make and use ritual implements, and in their spare time, they would take her out to punish evil and promote good.

That day, they helped a village eliminate a bandit gang in the surrounding area. While they were resting, a man from the Mo family suddenly came over and asked, "Junior brother, what do you think chivalry is?"

Wang Jingxing asked blankly, "A hero is a hero, is there a difference?"

The man smiled and said, "Of course, although we are all heroes, our inner principles are different. Different principles will lead to different results. What kind of principles you believe in will determine what kind of hero you become."

"What do you think, senior brother?"

"Me? I think dying for one's country is chivalry. To be honest, if it weren't for being with your senior sister and you, I would have gone to the battlefield long ago."

"But isn't the battlefield dangerous? And both sides in the war are innocent people; everyone is forced to go to the battlefield."

"Haha, Jingxing, if you think like that, it means you can't become that kind of hero."

The man smiled and looked up at the sky.

Wang Jingxing looked at him, puzzled. She saw something in the man's eyes, an emotion she didn't understand.

She heard her senior brother slowly speak: "I am a Chu citizen. In my opinion, dying to protect one's country is the code of conduct that I, as a chivalrous person, must uphold. Although this country is not good and has many problems, I am still willing to fight and die for it."

"To die for one's country, that is what I consider chivalry."

He walked away laughing, and Wang Jingxing watched his retreating figure, his heart trembling.

So, even heroes are divided into different categories?

And what about her? What kind of heroine is she?

She was someone who should have died long ago, a lowly person whom no one would care about, someone who infiltrated the Mo family on her master's orders. What kind of hero could someone like her become?

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Soldiers made from clay from the Taixu Ruins traversed the territory of the Chu Kingdom.

Where the flames of war raged, not a blade of grass grew. It was then that Wang Jingxing understood what the greatest evil of mankind was.

The once glorious capital of Chu now resembles a colossal tomb. Many sections of the towering city walls have collapsed, and the Chu flags that once fluttered atop them are nowhere to be seen; only ruins remain, trembling in the wind. The once bustling city gates are now broken and leaning precariously to one side. The roads leading into the city are riddled with potholes, the marks of the Qin army's brutal trampling, and dried bloodstains lie on the ground, dark and grimy.

The countryside of Chu was not spared either. In the once fertile fields, crops lay unharvested, some already rotting on the ground. Most farmhouses were burned down, leaving only ruins. Occasionally, a few emaciated wild dogs could be seen scavenging for food among the ruins, their eyes filled with terror and hunger. The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled in the villages were unable to escape the war and could only huddle in corners to await their deaths. Some young women were abducted by the Qin army, leaving only the desperate cries of their families echoing across the empty fields.

Along the banks of the Yangtze River, numerous wrecked boats floated on the water, all the result of attacks by supernatural forces. The bodies of fishermen lay scattered along the riverbank, mostly victims of the aftereffects of these supernatural attacks. The river water was tinged with a faint red, and the fishing villages along the river were deathly silent; the usual wisps of smoke rising from chimneys and the joyful laughter of children playing by the river were gone.

The Mohists did their utmost, but no one could stop the Qin army's atrocities.

Wang Jingxing lay with a group of wounded soldiers. His senior sister came over and told her what had happened to her senior brother.

“He’s dead.” The woman spoke calmly, as if it were a matter of course. “He originally followed Xiang Yan. After Xiang Yan died in battle, he risked his life to send a message to the capital. Unexpectedly, after he went in to report to the King of Chu, the King of Chu wanted to surrender. He was unwilling to surrender, so he joined others in a final resistance.”

Only then did the woman reveal a rare hint of sadness: "He...died in battle; at least, he died for his principles."

Wang Jingxing listened in a daze, his body trembling.

"I...I don't understand..."

"My senior brother has already escaped, so why does he want to go back? Since he surrendered, why is he still resisting?"

"He...he could have survived, he could have..."

The woman looked at Wang Jingxing, who was trembling.

She reached out and touched her head, and after a long while slowly said, "But if he survives, he won't be a hero."

“If he’s not a chivalrous person, then what he insists on has no meaning. He might as well die.”

My senior sister's words were so cold and so resolute.

But this also made Wang Jingxing realize that chivalrous people are just that kind of crazy existence.

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Can someone as crazy as her really become that kind of person?

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She wanted to find her master, but her master had previously said that she could not go to see her in person unless she gave permission.

So for countless days and nights, she could only keep company with her senior sister from the Mo family.

At first, she thought her senior sister was too cold and heartless. Her senior brother and she had such a good relationship, yet she wasn't sad at all.

One day, she woke up earlier than her senior sister and went to wake her up. When she saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, she realized that her senior sister had been very sad all along.

However, she was also very happy. She was happy that her senior brother had died for the sake of his principles, and that he had died without any regrets.

Morality?

Is that kind of thing really that important to a chivalrous person? Does a chivalrous person necessarily need that thing?

Wang Jingxing felt lost.

She didn't know what her moral obligation was. If she had to say, it would probably be her master.

No, that's not right. There was always anger in her heart, a anger that lingered and couldn't be explained.

My senior sister said she was born with a chivalrous spirit. Is that what she was referring to?