The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng stood on the solid ground, looking at the threads of fate that filled the sky like a spider web.

Everyone else couldn't see these golden threads, but Yang Pingsheng was different. His innate immortal body finally came into play, and his eyes emitted a faint blue light, allowing him to see the deployment of the threads of fate clearly.

[Spiritual Intuition].

Moreover, it's an enhanced version of [Spiritual Awareness].

He watched as these threads of fate forcefully twisted the destiny of the world, controlling all its people.

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The entire journey was marked by devastation.

With the help of fate, the Qin state disintegrated those rebellious forces.

But people's lives did not improve. Despite the unified country, corruption was rampant and bandits were causing chaos.

The Qin state had a high prestige, the Qin state was good, and the Qin state would last ten thousand years, but all of this had nothing to do with the general public.

They could have resisted, but under the invisible influence of fate, they didn't even have the will to resist.

With the land shattered and people displaced, golden threads guide the fate of the masses.

They did not live happily because the world was unified.

They felt uneasy; they remained anxious.

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A student from the Jixia Academy was forced by the Qin state to retreat to a village.

He had nowhere to run and could only fight desperately.

He died in this battle, and the pursuing Qin soldiers won, but the immortals' methods also reduced the village to ashes.

The Qin soldiers naturally pinned the blame on this man and declared that he was the instigator of the massacre of the village.

But Yang Pingsheng could see clearly that it was that golden thread that had brought him here, and only by coming here could the best outcome for the Qin state be achieved.

Looking at the village reduced to ruins and the crops turned to ashes, Yang Pingsheng felt a deep sense of unease.

destiny......

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He saw a lot.

He saw that the threads of fate were pulling everyone together, making them willingly dedicate their strength to the Qin state.

Dragon veins, imperial tombs, corvée labor.

Fate is at play; they are suppressed, yet not crushed.

They always kept that in mind.

And yet, because of fate, those so-called rebel armies, due to various reasons such as internal strife, division, or unequal distribution of benefits, eventually became third-rate bandits and were wiped out one by one by the Qin army.

The Qin state was thriving.

But the people of Qin never had a day of peace.

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Yunmeng Mountain, Guigu Gate, the waterfall behind the mountain—it was there that Yang Pingsheng once asked his master, "What is destiny?"

His master told him, "Fate is a definition, and fortune is a guide. So-called destiny is the definition of guidance."

He then struck a chord, and the river surrounding the two men transformed into countless threads, bursting forth with dazzling golden light.

The master smiled and told Yang Pingsheng, "Watch closely. This is the mystery of the Destiny Chart. A person is born with a destiny, which is the initial definition. Luck can guide this definition. When good luck comes, the definition will show an upward trend, and when bad luck comes, the definition will show a downward trend."

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Up or down?"

The master said, “Yang energy is clear and bright, so it rises upwards and is Yang; Yin energy is turbid and sinks downwards and is Yin. All good things, such as longevity, peace, wealth, honor, fame, hobbies, profits, success, and desires, are considered Yang. All bad things, such as death, sorrow, poverty, suffering, loss, loss of profit, disappointment, harm, punishment, and execution, are considered Yin.”

"Everyone is born with a destiny, which is defined and is neither good nor bad. However, when it is mixed with various kinds of luck, good and bad emerge. Therefore, when you control a person's destiny, whether they are righteous or evil, good or bad, whether their life is one of glory and wealth or poverty and wickedness, is all up to you. This is the effect of the tenth-grade magic artifact, the Destiny Bureau."

Yang Pingsheng's eyes lit up: "Master, you possess such a powerful magical artifact, why do you still choose to live in seclusion here? With your abilities, you can decide the fate of the world, and even the divine beasts of the Guardian Heaven Sect are no match for you."

"You can bring peace of mind to the people of the world!" He rarely couldn't contain himself and revealed his excitement: "Master, you are fully capable of taking action!"

"Hehe." Master smiled faintly: "Pingsheng, do you think that the power of destiny can only be used with this magic artifact? Not to mention now, but in the past, many human sages had the means to control destiny."

"Then why did they...?"

"Because the so-called good and bad are all insignificant before the Heavenly Dao and the Great Void," the master laughed. "Glory and wealth belong to Yang, but are not true Yang; poverty and evil belong to Yin, but are not true Yin. Above the Heavenly Dao is the Great Dao, and beyond the world is the Great Void. Fate can only guide ordinary people who are bound by fate, but how can fate control those who transcend fate?"

The master concluded: "Moreover, those who are guided by fate cannot find peace of mind."

Those who cannot obey themselves will inevitably be commanded by others.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

He began to feel lost about his future.

If he can't even control his destiny, is it possible for him to achieve what he's pursuing?

How can one truly find peace of mind?

He watched as the golden threads spread across the world, reaching into the hearts of everyone.

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Senior Brother, if you were still here, could you answer my question?

Which path should I take to bring peace of mind to the world?

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The sun looks like it's about to rise.

But in Yang Pingsheng's view, the dazzling golden light obscured the sun's light; it was brighter, bigger, and more radiant than the sun.

How can the sun rise when it's covered by such golden light?

Those dazzling golden threads became increasingly ferocious in his eyes; it was these very threads that destroyed his gentle breeze and his bright moon.

Yang Pingsheng's trembling hand clutched the talisman left to him by his senior brother, the last message he had ever left him.

Ye Buxin had warned him not to have too much attachment to Fusu, lest he be unable to let go of him later.

He thought Ye Buxin meant that they didn't necessarily have to follow Fusu; they could live in seclusion and do their own thing. But Yang Pingsheng didn't expect that Ye Buxin meant to kill Fusu and take his place.

The Gentleman's Sword is no longer the same Gentleman's Sword. It started when she killed Zhou Jinyu, when she killed Fusu, and when she deceived Yang Pingsheng.

She murdered her fellow disciples, plotted against the emperor, deceived her friends, slaughtered her relatives, and betrayed her country. Yang Pingsheng was truly blind. How could he not have noticed that this monster was utterly devoid of any other human emotions?

She truly was as she said, only having close friendships with her confidants.

Yang Pingsheng lowered his head, looking at the blood seeping from his palm, feeling both disgust and contempt for his former self.

He didn't understand emotions, yet he craved them, so he chose to experience the emotions of a monster.

He finally understood the source of that fear—it was his betrayal of his original aspirations.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing the talisman in his hand to flutter.

"Senior Brother?"

no respond.

He recalled that time when his senior brother patted him on the shoulder and said, "Life, since you've made your choice, don't regret it."

He regretted it.

Perhaps Ye Buxin will never regret it, but he did.

Because he is a human being.

As long as he still has human emotions, he will regret it.

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He spent so much time with that monster as a confidant, accepting all its emotions, immersing himself in it, and unable to extricate himself from it for a long time.

Now that things have come to this, he can no longer deceive himself.

Ye Buxin is ultimately not human. No matter how beautiful she is, how she pretends, or how she creates her persona, she is not human.

Her understanding of human emotions and actions is entirely based on imitation.

She was so arrogant, so resolute. She tried her best to imitate people, and the only emotion she could imitate was placed on Yang Pingsheng.

That was all her emotions, an imitation of emotions, yet also real emotions. He was overwhelmed by her emotions, immersed in such sweetness, to the point that he was blinded by a single leaf and could not see Mount Tai.

Both Yang Pingsheng and she were loyal to this relationship, but once the relationship faltered, the two had disagreements.

Ye Buxin chose to kill or destroy everyone who affected the relationship, while Yang Pingsheng felt that the relationship could coexist with other relationships.

She blamed him for his infidelity, and he blamed her for her obsession.

In the end, it was all a tragic love affair.

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Even now, Ye Buxin probably still feels angry. She thinks she's definitely angry that she lied to him, because you can't lie to a confidant. She must be both happy and worried. If he takes the initiative to appear, maybe he can get her apology.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly laughed. He bowed his head, his laughter trembling and filled with sorrow. See? Even in this situation, he understood her very well.

He could guess what she was thinking: "Yang Pingsheng, you've been gone for so long. If you disappear again, I'm really going to get angry."

This is the mindset of a monster, a mindset that only Yang Pingsheng can understand.

The monster only focuses on its own feelings; all its other thoughts are devoid of any emotion.

She only shows necessary empathy to her close friends.

Is this a true friend?

Is this really a soulmate?

Yang Pingsheng reached out, trying to catch the fleeting breeze.

But he caught nothing.

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Fusu is dead, Zhou Jinyu is dead.