The improved female villains regained their memories.

Of all the Guigu Sect members who were killed, Ye Buxin only preserved Zhou Jinyu's soul.

Fusu's soul merged into the dragon vein, Li Zhujun's soul self-destructed, and she was reborn using her remnant soul. As for her master, Ye Buxin couldn't even capture his soul.

Only Zhou Jinyu's soul was completely under her control.

Not only her soul, but her fate, everything about her, was now in Ye Buxin's hands.

She snapped her fingers, and the great formation changed, the restraints loosened somewhat, and the soul, which was filled with impurities, finally regained its memories from its previous life.

The soul transformed into Zhou Jinyu's appearance before her death, landed on the ground, and looked at the little girl in front of her.

Ye Buxin spoke first: "I am Ye Buxin."

"...It's Junior Sister." Zhou Jinyu finally spoke, her voice somewhat peculiar because she was in soul form. "It seems I've fallen into your hands."

Ye Buxin looked at her coldly: "Yang Pingsheng betrayed me."

Zhou Jinyu looked at Ye Buxin and it took her a long time to understand what she meant.

She first grinned, then burst into laughter, bending over and clutching her stomach, as if mocking, "Hahaha, that's a really big joke!"

Ye Buxin asked, "Is it that funny?"

"To be honest, it's not that funny. After all, I had considered the possibility that you two might turn against each other before. But when I think about how you two were so close before, but turned against each other because of my death, I find it funny." Zhou Jinyu said with a smile.

These words broke Ye Buxin's defenses again. Her eyes reddened, and she suddenly increased the pressure of the array: "Do you think Yang Pingsheng betrayed me because of your death? Don't flatter yourself!"

boom.

Zhou Jinyu was pressed to the ground. Because she was in a soul state, she suffered even greater pain, but she still mocked, "Even if it wasn't me, I was definitely a major factor. Ping Sheng is so smart, he must have seen the clues I left for him. Ye Buxin, you manipulated Wang Jingxing to kill me in order to cover up your actions. Who do you think you can hide your actions from? Hehe, hahahahaha, how ridiculous."

Even though she was lying on the ground, her tone became even more arrogant than Ye Buxin's.

"Ye Buxin, you and Yang Pingsheng are a mistake. You are not true friends at all."

"You're nothing but a liar who used so-called feelings to deceive him."

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The string called reason has snapped.

All her emotions were in vain. When Ye Buxin turned around, she saw no confidants among her friends.

There is only emptiness and nothingness.

Chapter 655 Looking at you, looking at you, looking at you, looking at you, looking at you, looking at you, looking at you

Night, Guigu Gate.

"Zhong Ziqi died, and Bo Ya smashed his zither." Ye Buxin, having finished his sword dance, lowered his hands and suddenly asked, "Why did he smash it?"

"Bo Ya?" Yang Pingsheng looked at her, puzzled.

He didn't know much about history. When he was adopted by that gentleman, he was already considered good at being able to read, but he didn't have the means to read about the past and present.

“Bo Ya and Zhong Ziqi were bosom friends. Bo Ya was skilled at playing the zither, and Zhong Ziqi was skilled at listening.” Ye Buxin saw Yang Pingsheng’s doubts and explained, “No matter what kind of music Bo Ya played, Zhong Ziqi could hear the charm in the music. After Zhong Ziqi died, Bo Ya broke his zither and never played it again.”

“Why would he do this? If Zhong Ziqi were still alive, he certainly wouldn’t want him to do this either, just like if I were dead, I certainly wouldn’t want you to give up your own path,” Ye Buxin said.

Yang Pingsheng thought for a moment and replied, "Perhaps there is no need to perform anymore. It is only because we are close friends that we do this. For example, if you were to die, who would I ask to perform the Song to Heaven? For me, there would be no need to play the zither."

"After all, it can only be complete if you are here."

Later, just as Yang Pingsheng had said, he really never played the piano again.

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That void was too terrifying; even Ye Buxin dared not look at it for too long.

She forced herself to regain her composure, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "That is not false, nor is it meaningless."

Yang Pingsheng's feelings for her were absolutely genuine; it was just that Yang Pingsheng was too cold-hearted, making the cruel choice to sever their relationship.

“I don’t believe Yang Pingsheng was unmoved; at least, I haven’t seen him play the piano again.”

Ye Buxin looked coldly at Zhou Jinyu: "As for you, you are even more dispensable. You are nothing but a despicable insect, a pathetic worm trying to use emotions to manipulate him. His pity for you is only because of responsibility and guilt. Your feelings for him are hypocritical."

“I suppose so,” Zhou Jinyu said with a smile. “But now it’s you who broke with him, and it’s you he betrayed, not me.”

She straightened up slightly, and for the first time in front of Ye Buxin, this monster, she showed confidence: "I can get his guilt, and that's enough, while you get nothing. You give everything, and in the end, you're still alone."

Ye Buxin's eyes narrowed slightly, his killing intent barely concealed.

Zhou Jinyu was still smiling, unafraid of angering Ye Buxin.

But Ye Buxin suddenly calmed down. She became arrogant again and said in her unchanging tone, "Your appearance confirms one thing for me, Zhou Jinyu. You are also afraid. You are afraid that I will use you to deal with Yang Pingsheng."

Zhou Jinyu smiled and said, "If you say so, then so be it."

"Your smile can't hide your fear. Your fear intensified when I said those words just now." This time, it was Ye Buxin's turn to laugh: "No matter what, your feelings for Yang Pingsheng are real, so you're afraid. You're afraid that I'll use you to target Yang Pingsheng's guilt and self-blame. You've discovered this loophole, so you want to provoke me so that I'll destroy your soul and cut off any possibility of threatening Yang Pingsheng."

Zhou Jinyu was still smiling, but she stopped talking.

"What a touching love story, what a heartwarming display of affection between husband and wife," Ye Buxin laughed. "You really are pathetic, just like your status, as pathetic as an insect..."

She suddenly made her move, activating the formation to suppress Zhou Jinyu.

The formation sealed off Zhou Jinyu's soul, which was lying on the ground, and also revealed its true nature—a remnant soul that was only half intact.

While Ye Buxin was closing the formation and communicating with her, she was destroying her own soul.

The pain in his soul far surpassed the pain in his body, but this guy was able to endure it and communicate with Ye Buxin, even laughing.

At this moment, her scheme was exposed, and Zhou Jinyu stopped pretending. She struggled desperately, trying to break free of control and destroy the remaining half of her soul.

"I won't give you that chance again," Ye Buxin said coldly. "I will repair your soul and use you against Yang Pingsheng."

Zhou Jinyu immediately cursed, "Ye Buxin, you despicable and shameless scoundrel! You toyed with people's feelings, you deserve to be betrayed by Yang Pingsheng! A monster like you will never get anyone's love..."

Layer upon layer of formations sealed Zhou Jinyu away, preventing him from making a sound.

Ye Buxin opened her hands, revealing wounds on her palms from clenching them in anger.

Zhou Jinyu may lack ability, but her ability to break down people's defenses is undeniable.

She was a little weak and sat down against the wall.

This body is indeed too weak. It barely managed to cross the miasma-filled land and escape the monsters, but now that it's in front of Zhou Jinyu, it still gets angry over a few words from her.

She wasn't angry because of Zhou Jinyu; ultimately, it was because of Yang Pingsheng.

The confidant who broke off relations with her, breaking her heart.

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She seemed to have a dream too, which was strange, since a monster like her shouldn't dream.

In her dream, she stood on a cliff, surrounded by mist. The figure stood in the mist and smashed the zither in front of her.

"Why did you smash your zither, Pingsheng?" she asked loudly.

The figure did not reply.

"Say something! Why did you smash the piano?" she asked, her voice hoarse with anger and frustration.

But the figure remained silent, turned around, and walked into the depths of the mist.

Anger, or perhaps sadness—it was an emotion she had never experienced before—and she rushed into the fog like a madwoman to grab his hand.

"Answer me! Say something! How am I supposed to know what you mean if you don't say anything?"

She cried out sadly, "You know I'm a monster, only you know that. If I've done something wrong, just tell me!"

The moment your hand touches it, it vanishes into thin air.

She understood...

They could never go back. Just as Bo Ya could no longer play the old tunes after Zhong Ziqi died, Yang Pingsheng could not forgive her, and she could not forgive Yang Pingsheng.

If Yang Pingsheng had forgiven her, he wouldn't have acted so decisively. He would have reappeared, stood in front of her, reached out to wipe away her tears, and said, "Why are you crying? It's rare to see you cry. This isn't like you. It's just a trivial matter. Forget about it. If you think I'm wrong, then beat me up and get out of here. If you think you're wrong, then tell me, and I'll forgive yourself for you."

But that situation will never happen again. Through her teary eyes, she looked into the distance, where all she could see was a vast expanse of white.

The wind dispersed the mist, and flames and smoke rose all around. Then, a familiar figure stood before me, knife in hand.

The knife she gave him.

Yang Pingsheng, her confidant, the confidant who cared about her the most, the confidant who would accompany her every night, the confidant who would do anything for her because she was injured, is now pointing a knife at her, wanting her to die.

Why...why is this happening?

She truly couldn't accept it, couldn't accept Yang Pingsheng's betrayal, couldn't accept that all her feelings had only resulted in this outcome. She hadn't done anything wrong; she might have indeed harmed many people, but Yang Pingsheng was definitely not among them.

"Yang Pingsheng, are you going to kill me just because of those people?"

“Those people are our obstacles, our enemies. Can’t you see that?”

"Put the knife down. That's the knife I gave you. How can you point it at me?"

"Please... don't do this, put the knife down..."

"That's the knife I gave you..."

Only then did she realize that love can make people strong, but it can also make them vulnerable; it can make people rise from the ashes, but it can also make life worse than death.

She curled up on the ground, without a trace of arrogance, crying like a child.

Her voice was muffled by sobs, her pride shattered, and she saw her sword broken into pieces.

She saw another version of herself standing opposite her, saying:

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"Ye Buxin, from now on, you'll have to walk this path by yourself."

"Yang Pingsheng is no longer your confidant, but your enemy, your foe."

"For the rest of your life, all you will feel is hatred."

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She opened her eyes, her body leaning against the cold wall, tears still staining her face.

"What's there to be sad about? It's just that a close friend has become an enemy. Experiencing different kinds of emotions may not be a bad thing for me." She said, slowly standing up while holding onto the wall.

She began to inspect the cultivation supplies in this place.