The improved female villains regained their memories.

Ye Buxin endured the excruciating pain, pulled his body backward, and tore himself out of the double blades. The green mud fell to the ground, squeaking and emitting wisps of smoke.

She sat on the ground, panting, while several more avatars stood on the eaves.

"His true form looks quite disheveled."

"Hehe, that's interesting."

"what a shame."

The cacophony of voices was giving Ye Bu a headache.

She slammed her hand on the ground, and all the incarnations above turned into pure green and returned to her body.

"It still needs improvement; we must establish an avatar that is absolutely loyal to me."

She stood up, looked at the dead Wang Jingxing and Li Zhujun, and chuckled coldly.

All that remains of the Ghost Valley Sect now is her and Ping Sheng.

Those mortals, those noisy people, those who would hinder them—she has wiped them all out.

All that remained to do was figure out how she and Yang Pingsheng could reach the top.

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Yang Pingsheng stood at the gate of the capital city of Qin.

He had been here more than once. Thinking back to the first time he came, it was his senior sister who led him and Ye Buxin in.

What should have been a scene of prosperity, a showcase of the Qin Empire's majesty and flourishing, was now filled with chaos and despair. The roads were utterly congested. Carriages laden with belongings were parked haphazardly, the former elegance of the wealthy gone, replaced by expressions of panic. Exquisite chests were piled haphazardly on the carriages, some even falling off due to the jolting. Precious silks and brocades lay scattered on the muddy ground, trampled beyond recognition by pedestrians and horses.

The baskets full of goods were scattered all over the ground, but no one paid any attention to them. The driver tried desperately to urge the horses on, but the horses were frightened by the chaotic scene and neighed, refusing to move forward.

The guards at the city gates had long since lost their former discipline. They no longer diligently checked those entering and leaving, but instead stared blankly at the chaos. Some guards even bargained with those trying to escape, attempting to squeeze a last bit of money out of them. The Qin banners that once fluttered on the city walls were now tattered and swayed weakly in the wind.

As I entered the city, a stench of decay permeated the streets. The once bustling market was now a scene of utter devastation, stalls overturned, and goods looted. Some beggars rummaged through the remaining scraps in the corners, their eyes blankly fixed on their surroundings, seemingly resigned to this sudden upheaval.

A commotion erupted from the tavern; several drunkards were fighting violently, and no one intervened. They brandished wine jugs, spilling wine onto the floor, mingling with blood and grime. Nearby, outside the gambling den, several gamblers wrestled over their last remaining coins, their clothes tattered, their eyes filled with madness.

The Qin state was founded on law, but now the law and discipline have long since vanished.

Two long poles stood in the square, with the heads of Li Zhujun and Wang Jingxing stuck in them.

Yang Pingsheng stood there, staring at the severed head, the blood almost congealed.

Within the Guigu School, he was truly the only one left who could be called a human being.

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The Qin state was no longer a state.

The wealthy and nobles fled, but the common people could only stay where they were and wait to die.

The rebel armies that were supposed to rebel against the Qin state also fell silent due to the influence of fate.

All of this was caused by Yang Pingsheng's confidant, the person he cared about most.

He stood like a statue in the middle of the street, amidst this chaotic world.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

There was no more fear; all that remained was deep despair.

It was Yang Pingsheng who was blind, trusted the wrong person, and became friends with a monster.

Fusu, Li Zhujun, Zhou Jinyu, Wang Jingxing, Nangong Qingyang... all those who originally had aspirations are now dead.

They should have been enemies, fighting for their respective ideals, but now they have all died at the hands of that monster.

Now, no one can answer Yang Pingsheng.

The heavens, obscured by golden threads, were already powerless.

"I was blinded by emotions, which led to this great calamity for the world."

"This is not the fault of Heaven, it is my fault!"

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The earth trembled.

Yang Pingsheng looked at his second senior brother's head, red liquid dripping from the corner of his eyes.

He was enveloped in a deep-seated hatred, and he raised his hand.

A yellowish-brown aura shot into the sky, causing the surrounding space to hum.

Six beams of light shone from near the capital. They were the six experts who had besieged Ye Buxin, and also the last gift his senior sister left for him.

The Qin state is no longer the Qin state.

The Qin state that lost Fusu, the Qin state that lost its laws and justice, was nothing more than a nest inhabited by monsters.

Yang Pingsheng is neither the protagonist nor the antagonist.

But killing Ye Buxin was the only thing he absolutely had to do.

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There is no longer a gentle breeze or a bright moon.

There is no longer a Guigu School.

Yang Pingsheng stomped his foot, and the earth rose up like ocean waves, transforming into high mountains that surrounded the capital.

His hand holding the knife trembled, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.

His face was covered in blood and tears as he looked at the spiderweb-like golden threads in the sky.

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"Ye Buxin, if I don't kill you, the world will never be at peace!"

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The six top experts, along with Zhou Jinyu's last remaining forces, launched a rebellion in the capital.

The towering mountains overlooked the capital, and looked down upon this rotting behemoth.

Many nobles surrendered on the spot. They had been fleeing because they were dissatisfied with Ye Buxin's policies. Others were loyal to Zhou Jinyu. With Zhou Jinyu's order in hand, Yang Pingsheng surrendered decisively.

Some loyalists tried to stop the rebellion, but were overwhelmed by the angry mob.

"Execute the treacherous officials!"

"Kill the tyrannical ruler and restore order to the Qin state!"

The crowd erupted in a roar, and the earth shook.

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The palace gates were breached.

The array surrounding the Qin King's Palace shattered, and Yang Pingsheng, protected by six top experts, kicked down the palace gate.

Zhao Gao stood there, trying to run, but Yang Pingsheng rushed forward and killed him with a single stroke.

Blood splattered, Zhao Gao died, and turned into green energy, drifting into the air.

Hu Hai cried out in terror, "Guards! There's a traitorous minister! Guards!"

The Imperial Guards, Qin Palace experts, and the rest of the personnel remained unmoved.

The loyalists were all dead long ago, and of the remaining people, none paid any heed to Hu Hai's cries.

Yang Pingsheng drew his sword and killed Hu Hai with a single blow.

Hu Hai's eyes widened as his bloodied head crashed to the ground.

Thus, the last bloodline of the Qin state was extinguished.

Yang Pingsheng gripped the knife hilt, blood splattering all over his body.

He has no regrets.

His gentle breeze and bright moon are both dead, so what does the death of Hu Hai matter?

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She knew he was coming the moment he arrived.

Similarly, he knew when she moved.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, an atmosphere of near-death tranquility prevailed. Ye Buxin sat quietly on a stone bench in the pavilion, where, as always, tea was laid out on the stone table.

The first time she wore such clothes was a magnificent green gown, its green resembling the tender buds of willows sprouting in early spring, or the tranquil emerald lake in the deep mountains—vibrant and dazzling. The fabric was the finest silk, embroidered with exquisite patterns, each stitch seemingly telling tales of past luxury and power. The gown swayed gently with her movements, making a soft rustling sound, like a final elegy.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling her hair and the hem of her dress, as she awaited the arrival of her confidant.

The intense spatial fluctuations tore everything apart, and the person who emerged from that space immediately drew her full attention.

he came.

same as before.

A ripple appeared in her originally calm eyes, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard seemed to sense her emotions as well, as the flowers that were swaying gently in the breeze seemed to freeze in place.

She smiled as usual, trying to go back to the way things were before.

"You're here?"

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She gestured for Yang Pingsheng to sit down; it was the seat she had reserved for him, unchanged.

But Yang Pingsheng did not sit down.

Ye Buxin sighed helplessly, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said, "You killed Hu Hai, you killed my incarnation, you wanted to turn this place upside down, and I agreed. What else do you want?"

Her words made Yang Ping laugh out loud: "Pingsheng, that's enough. Even if you're angry, it should have subsided by now."

Yes, that's how Ye Buxin is. He had already thought of it, hadn't he? In her heart, she had no feelings other than those of a close friend.

She is not human, but a monster disguised as a human.

So he didn't want to say anything more and struck out with his palm.

This was a deadly palm strike, incorporating various immortal techniques, including ingenious methods and forbidden killing moves. He didn't even give a warning; he wanted to kill Ye Buxin.