The improved female villains regained their memories.

Her tone was gentle, with a wicked gentleness.

She gave him an apologetic look, but it wasn't for the dead; it was for her own deception of Yang Pingsheng, because she never regretted what she had done.

She twirled in the wind like a falling snowflake, easily escaping Yang Pingsheng's deadly move that was capable of destroying everything.

Her smooth black hair fluttered in the wind, a few strands clinging to her smooth forehead, adding to her delicate beauty. Her figure was graceful and her every move exuded agility, but the madness in her eyes and her misunderstanding of Yang Pingsheng's reaction made her appear beautiful yet chilling.

"Then calm down here." Ye Buxin pointed her finger, and from the surrounding snow, hands reached out from the ground and grabbed Yang Pingsheng.

The greenery spread along the cracked earth, enveloping Yang Pingsheng.

Countless leaf-shaped hearts emerged from the ground, playfully surrounding Yang Pingsheng.

The ingenious application—a myriad of external manifestations.

"Let me apologize to you properly." She smiled. "We'll talk again once you've calmed down."

A strong spatial fluctuation came from above. Yang Pingsheng's eyes widened, and he roared, "Ye Buxin, where are you going? You...!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was overwhelmed by countless Ye Buxins.

At this moment, green overwhelmed the earthy yellow.

Ye Buxin gave Yang Pingsheng a final, gentle look before teleporting away.

She was very happy because she felt that Yang Pingsheng cared about her. Even if he was angry, it was because he cared that she had lied to him, which was the right thing to do. It was precisely because of their relationship that Yang Pingsheng should be angry. If he was angry about what she had done, then she would be angry. Fortunately, he wasn't, so Ye Buxin was very happy.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to soothe her confidante's emotions. In her plan, after eliminating all these eyesores, she would go and eliminate the most eyesore of all.

That old geezer.

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Yunmeng Mountain, Guigu Gate.

Ye Buxin teleported to this spot and began walking up the steps one by one.

The Yunmeng Grand Array was shattered, and raging fire burned as if to devour the entire valley. Flames licked at the trees, crackling and popping, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The avatars lay scattered everywhere, like withered branches and leaves after a storm. Some avatars were blasted against the walls of the Ghost Valley Sect by the powerful force, creating large craters in the once sturdy walls, scattering bricks and stones everywhere. The avatars' bodies were embedded in the walls in twisted positions, their limbs broken, their heads drooping, and their empty eyes still holding the madness and resentment of the battle.

The woods on both sides were also stained with blood. Once lush and verdant, they were now ravaged by the aftershocks of the battle. Branches were broken, leaves were fallen, and some thinner trunks were snapped in half. Several avatars, probably flung from above, flew up into the trees, their bodies pierced by branches, blood slowly flowing down the trunks, staining the trees and the ground below.

Ye Buxin walked up the slope step by step to the door. Old Mei was still there. She glanced at her and pushed the door open.

The open space was a scene of utter devastation. Several avatars' bodies had been sliced ​​to pieces by the sharp, blade-like force of the energy, with chunks of flesh and fragments of clothing scattered everywhere. Blood splattered across the surrounding stone pillars and the ground, forming irregular bloodstains that glared glaringly in the sunlight. The surrounding area was a chaotic mess, with deep ravines crisscrossing like the earth's gaping wounds.

The houses where they lived, the places where they used to eat and rest, were now broken, with windows and doors shattered and debris flying in the wind. On the steps in front of the pavilion, several incarnations lay, some charred black by the raging fire, emitting a pungent odor, while others had their internal organs ruptured by the powerful force, the blood they coughed up congealing into dark red clots on the steps.

Ye Buxin stopped, looked up slightly, and saw a blurry figure standing on the roof, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

He saw Ye Buxin standing below and nodded slightly: "You've arrived?"

Frost and snow clung to the ground, and a fierce wind rose, fluttering Ye Buxin's robes. She slowly bowed, stood up, and stood still.

"Please, Master, go to your death."

The blurry figure laughed, "I really have an extraordinary disciple. My previous disciples would at most kill each other, but they never thought of harming their master. This is the last time I'm taking on a disciple, and I never expected to find such an oddball like you."

Ye Buxin looked up at the blurry figure. Even now, she couldn't make out his true form.

That power was like a wisp of mist, emitting a faint, eerie light, slowly flowing around Master Wang Xu. At times, the mist was as thick as an unyielding blob of ink, and at other times so thin it was almost imperceptible, but it always obscured Master Wang Xu's figure, leaving only a vague outline visible, like an ancient and mysterious statue standing there.

In a few breaths, Ye Buxin calmed down. She knew, of course, that her avatars couldn't do anything to him, and in the end, she would have to deal with him herself.

“Unconventional, that’s true. Master has always seen me that way. Of all the people I know, besides Yang Pingsheng, I’m afraid only you can see my true nature.” She said, her tone neither humble nor arrogant. “But you have too many ideas. If I don’t kill you, I’m afraid Yang Pingsheng and I will become your pawns in the future.”

The blurry figure laughed loudly: "You've learned to be high-sounding too. I suppose that's a kind of progress. Fine, fine. I know you've always wanted the Fate Game. If you kill me, the Fate Game and the Flower of Nothingness will both be yours."

Suddenly, a large number of golden threads burst forth from his body, fluttering in the wind like a spider web.

The blurry figure laughed, "If you can do it."

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A sword suddenly appeared in Ye Buxin's hand.

It was a very simple sword; from the outside, it looked no different from an ordinary sword.

The blurry figure looked on and said in a surprised tone, "You've already awakened a celestial artifact, haven't you?"

Ye Bu thought to himself, "Thanks to you, Master, if you hadn't helped me and Fusu exchange lives, I really wouldn't have been able to cultivate spiritual energy."

The blurry figure chuckled, "Aren't you afraid of becoming my pawn now?"

Ye Buxin pointed his sword at the figure: "As long as I kill you here, I will become a chess player and naturally have nothing to fear."

The blurry figure smiled and nodded: "Then let's give it a try."

Golden threads shot towards Ye Buxin in an instant, binding her limbs.

With a flick of his finger, a blurry figure conjured a black and white chess piece behind him, illuminating Ye Buxin's figure.

Memories materialized into a kaleidoscope of colors, winding their way through the golden threads and intertwining with Ye Buxin.

The black and white chaotic chess pieces gradually transformed into the shape of Ye Buxin.

The blurry figure turned and cut off the head of the fake Ye Buxin. In an instant, Ye Buxin, who was bound by golden threads, also lost his head.

"Humans cannot transcend memories or their own destiny."

The blurry figure said:

"Bu Xin, this isn't enough to kill me."

Ye Buxin's head fell to the ground.

Her pupils were fixed on the blurry figure, watching the fake Ye Buxin's head fall to the ground.

She saw her past memories, her true self.

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Deep within the royal palace of the Chu Kingdom, in the palace of the princess.

In the secret chamber, which was shrouded in layers of formations, a green, unknown object tentatively emerged from a shadowy corner.

Princess Wang squatted down in front of it and reached out her hand: "Don't be afraid, come here."

The green, unknown creature cautiously stepped out of the shadows and into the princess's hand, curiously exploring this world.

Wang Ji suppressed her inner joy and patted it gently: "Although it doesn't have a shape, it's barely a success."

The green, unidentified object wriggled and said in a disgusting voice, "Although it has no shape, it's barely a success."

Princess Wang was startled: "You can talk?"

The green, unidentified object twitched again and said in a startled tone, "You can talk?"

Princess Wang held it up to her face, looking at it from left to right: "This is truly beyond my imagination."

This time, the green unknown creature stopped wriggling, and its voice wasn't as disgusting. In fact, its tone became similar to that of the princess: "This is truly beyond my expectations."

Princess Wang blinked: "Am I really pretty?"

The green, unknown creature looked at her and began to wriggle wildly. After a long while, it grew a pair of eyes.

It mimicked her wink: "Am I really pretty?"

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Princess Chu was the most mysterious of all the princesses. She often secluded herself deep within the palace and rarely appeared in public.

Even so, there were times when she had to go out, specifically to teach the royal family basic education and systematic learning for all-round development.

Enlightenment studies lay the foundation for cultivating the royal core secrets in the future, while systematic studies aim to cultivate the royal people into virtuous and gentlemen. However, as time goes by, systematic studies have begun to fall into disuse. The current royal family attaches more importance to the early enlightenment studies of their children, after all, this is the foundation of the Chu Kingdom's rule.

Princess Wang Ji returned from outside, complaining about how stupid her elder brother and sister were, while also feeling sorry for the teacher who taught systematics.

She said, "The teacher is a good teacher, but the student is not a good student."

By this time, Green had begun to resemble a human and had grown to a meter tall. It ate the pastries brought by the princess and patiently listened to her complaints.

Suddenly, it asked, "If systems science is as good as you say, why do people hate it?"

Princess Wang laughed and said, "Because that thing is too tiring. For the royal brothers and sisters, they can just rely on their bloodline talents. Why bother developing talents in weapon crafting, pill making, and talismans? It's better to come back and play more."

It then asked, "What's this? Are meat-eaters despicable?"

Princess Wang looked at it and said, "You've been stealing my book again?"

Instead of answering directly, it continued, "Is my understanding correct?"

Wang Ji thought for a moment and said, "Pretty much. After all, they don't have any long-term vision and can only rely on their own bloodline to cultivate."

It then asked, "They're so useless, and you hate them, why don't you just kill them all?"

Wang Ji smiled helplessly: "No matter what, they are related to me by blood. No matter how much I hate them, I can't kill them."

It didn't quite understand, but it didn't ask any more questions.

As night deepened, the spirit fire slowly burned. Princess Wang, exhausted from her research, fell asleep on the table. The spirit fire glanced at her, then split off a portion of its green flame and wrapped it around her in a blanket to cover her up.

She was still reading.

She was reading a book of stories, and when she read the passage "When Zhong Ziqi died, Boya smashed his zither and broke its strings, never to play again for the rest of his life," a look of doubt appeared in her eyes.

Why did that person smash the zither after this person died?

It thought of its conversation with Princess Wang earlier that day, how it hated those people but had no choice but to endure them.

Humans are truly strange.

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Princess Wang was very lonely.

There is no kinship, no friendship in the palace, only unseen swords and shadows, and inexplicable love and hate.

Growing up in such an environment inevitably leads to loneliness.

So she created it, an unknown entity possessing its own [essence].

It was created by accident using the most forbidden and ingenious method, and even incorporated a trace of the laws of life, giving this peculiar incarnation something even more peculiar.

However, the princess at that time was clearly unaware of this.

She treated it as a part of herself, even as a child.