The improved female villains regained their memories.

In his memory, he saw the so-called master's instructions, saw Ye Buxin hanging up and already unconscious, and saw the address where they gathered.

He held back and smashed the man into a pulp with a single palm strike.

Looking at his menacing aura, Zhou Jinyu couldn't help but worry: "Pingsheng."

"Senior sister..."

He shouted as before, giving her all the life-saving artifacts he had on him: "Find a place to hide, I'll take care of this."

Zhou Jinyu clung to him tightly: "Pingsheng, do you really have to go? That person can say your name accurately, he..."

"Yes, I know, senior sister. I read your memories, so don't worry."

He said, "Ye Buxin is my confidante, I must go and save her."

Zhou Jinyu lowered her head.

After a long while, she looked up and revealed a sad yet gentle smile.

"Alright, Pingsheng, I'll wait for you to come back here."

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"I'm willing to wait as long as you come back."

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Ye Buxin sat on the cloud, without saying a word.

Li Zhujun stood beside her, showering the world below with blessings.

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【couple】.

【confidant】.

Choose, my dearest friend, you know which one you should choose.

Don't let me down.

Chapter 638 The Death of Zhou Jinyu

A gentle valley breeze blows, bringing shade and rain. Let us strive together, without anger. Gathering turnips and radishes, are we not concerned with our lower bodies? Let us not disobey your virtuous words, for we will die together. —"The Valley Wind" from the Book of Songs (Bei Feng)

"Zhou Jinyu is such a good name, it's a pity that such a name was given to me," she said to herself in the wind and snow.

What a terrible time it is. In such a time, let alone love, even survival has become a luxury.

Why was it that she was the one who survived to the end?

She recalled Yang Pingsheng's murmured words: How should one live one's life?

Her life...

Will she regret living her life for others?

How could she regret it? How could she bear to regret it? She met a very, very good person. That person protected her from the cold, stayed with her, made her happy, and cheered her up. She and he raised a cat together. His back was very broad, like a mountain, giving people a sense of security.

How could she possibly regret meeting someone like that?

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When Yang Pingsheng arrived at that place, it was a captured county town. Men in black gathered there, driving the people and the captured members of the First Emperor's entourage away like pigs and cattle.

There were many corpses hanging at the doorway, and when the wind blew, it carried the stench of decay, which was quite gruesome.

The surging public sentiment led some to rebel, but in the end, it only added a few more feet to the mountain of corpses.

The man addressed as "Master" by the men in black stood there with his sword drawn, and the prisoners knelt before him in rows.

"Where is Fusu?" the man asked.

No one answered.

The man asked again, and seeing that no one had answered yet, he laughed.

"If you don't tell me, I'll start chopping people up."

He walked up to a man, sword in hand: "Where is Fusu?"

The man looked up and spat at him.

He let out a wicked laugh and chopped off the man's head.

Have you ever seen Fusu?

"And you? Have you seen it before?"

"Just tell me where Fusu is. If you do, you won't have to die."

With each question asked, a head rolled off the table.

Yang Pingsheng could see clearly that the man with the knife still had residual energy within him.

That was clearly Qi Pengju dressed as a man.

All of this was indeed done by the Jixia Academy. Nangong Qingyang's contact with Zhou Jinyu was clearly part of a scheme.

Rage filled Yang Pingsheng's heart. He clenched his fists, wishing he could kill these people right now.

But no, he hasn't found Ye Buxin yet. If he exposes himself now, the other party might use Ye Buxin to threaten him.

He could only endure it, watching that madman keep getting stained with blood in his quest to find Fusu.

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"Fusu, where are you!?"

"You coward! You keep saying you love everyone in the world, but now you're hiding behind the scenes, making everyone else bear all this for you!?"

Qi Pengju suddenly went berserk.

After killing many people without getting any answers, he killed everyone on the stage, leaving himself covered in blood and looking terrifying.

“Fusu, get out here. I know you’re watching from the sidelines.”

"You used fate to force my sister into submission, so why don't you dare face me now?"

"How long are you people from the Ghost Valley Sect going to hide?!"

He roared, his voice piercing the sky, and the people below, surrounded by men in black, trembled in fear.

“Fusu, I know, you’re hiding inside.”

"You think I won't recognize you just because you've changed your appearance? If you won't come out, fine, I'll kill everyone around here. Anyway, your Great Qin still owes us a blood debt!"

At his command, a brutal massacre ensued.

The men in black were all trained by the academy over the years. With their country destroyed and their families ruined, each of them carried a blood feud. Naturally, they had no reason to hold back against these captured Qin people.

Yang Pingsheng could no longer bear to watch.

The massacre was unfolding right before his eyes; he could not, and would not, just watch.

Rationally speaking, he should have continued to lie low, follow Qi Pengju, and find the location where Ye Buxin was being held. But at this moment, emotion prevailed over reason.

He made his move.

A mountain-like earth spirit descended from the sky, instantly turning several men in black into a bloody mist. Qi Pengju spat out a mouthful of blood, but the next second, a phoenix-shaped pattern appeared on his body.

He unleashed a palm strike, and upon seeing that the newcomer was Yang Pingsheng, he laughed loudly: "The bastards of the Ghost Valley Sect have arrived! This place is indeed a place of impending doom!"

boom!

The two exchanged a palm strike, shattering the surrounding city walls.

"Yang Pingsheng, you are also one of those destined to face this calamity. You are an indispensable person in the ritual to face this calamity!" He laughed loudly, soared into the air, and fought against Yang Pingsheng.

His magical abilities are like those of a ferocious beast, all of them are enhancement techniques, and his fighting style is exceptionally fierce, trading injury for injury and life for life.

Yang Pingsheng had initially thought the other party would threaten him with Ye Buxin, but seeing that they didn't intend to, he felt relieved.

For him, Ye Buxin was his biggest weakness; in terms of raw strength alone, he was not afraid of Qi Pengju.

In this era, there are many immortal techniques and no unified standard for cultivation level. Although Qi Pengju has special immortal techniques, Yang Pingsheng and Ye Buxin have been honing their skills for a long time and have already achieved considerable prowess.

After only three rounds, Qi Pengju was defeated.

He fell from the sky covered in blood, and then a giant hand made of rock grabbed him. Yang Pingsheng manipulated the giant hand and pulled him in front of him: "Where is Ye Buxin?"

Qi Pengju, his face covered in blood, grinned ferociously: "Yang Pingsheng, do you think you've won?"

The phoenix's cry echoed through the sky, the giant hand transformed into lava and fell, and Qi Pengju waved his arms, igniting a raging inferno.

Just as Yang Pingsheng was about to raise his hand to stop him, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

The next second, his soul expanded, and everything before his eyes turned pitch black.

But at this very moment, his bad habit resurfaced.

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He was thrown into a formation.

That formation has the function of isolating spiritual energy and blocking wondrous techniques. Here, he cannot use spiritual energy or wondrous techniques. What's worse, the side effect of the immortal body this time is that it has blocked his vision and ability to speak.

Now, all he can do is listen.

"Ping Sheng, is that you!?"

He heard a familiar voice, and the next moment he was in the other person's arms.

"Pingsheng, are you alright, Pingsheng?!"

That was Ye Buxin's voice.

Such a disheveled encounter made him more worried about her safety than about saving face. He gripped Ye Buxin's hand tightly and wrote on it.

【How are you?】

"I'm fine, I'm doing well, don't worry."

He felt tears falling.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a warm liquid flowing down, with a fishy smell.