The improved female villains regained their memories.

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The whole world is Ye Buxin's chessboard.

She had been preparing for this day for a long time, so how could she allow Yang Pingsheng to ruin her script?

The instigated Xu family, the swayed masses, and the incarnations and alliances of heroes lurking among the people—all these became the prisons that held Yang Pingsheng captive.

The person who was deceived has no connections, no power, no trustworthy friends, and is all alone.

No matter where he teleports to, fate will provide guidance.

Yes, now even fate isn't on his side.

He is neither the protagonist nor the villain, and neither Heaven nor humanity will interfere.

He is now all alone.

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Three days later, Ye Buxin tore open a spatial rift and stepped out.

Yang Pingsheng sat on a rock on the edge of the cliff at Guigu Gate, where he had played the guqin many times before.

She watched him sit there silently, and in just three days, he had become as haggard as an old man.

"Finally stopped running?"

She looked at Yang Pingsheng, a bitter feeling welling up inside her, but she spoke in her usual calm tone: "If you bow your head now, I might consider taking you under my command. Although I can't treat you the same way as before, I can still make good use of you."

"I can give you whatever you want, women, wealth, or status?" Ye Buxin looked at him calmly. "Anything is fine with me, for the rest of my life, as long as you bow your head."

She looked at him like that, and he looked at her like that too. As they looked at each other, he suddenly smiled. In Ye Buxin's memory, Yang Pingsheng rarely smiled, but his smile now was indeed the same as the boy in her memory.

"We once sang the song to the heavens here, you danced with your sword, I played the zither, day and night, without ever stopping."

Ye Buxin frowned slightly. She saw that Yang Pingsheng's eyes were filled with reminiscence and determination. Those dark, abyss-like eyes made her uncomfortable.

What are you trying to say?

"Actually, I can't play the piano, Buxin."

He looked at Ye Buxin, whose expression was distorted due to shock but also a desire to suppress it, and said with a smile, "You know my background. When I was a child, it was difficult for me to even survive. After entering the Linlang Sect, I practiced killing moves and suppressed my physique every day in order to climb up. Where would I have time to practice the zither?"

"It's never me who works with you, but my secret weapon that I've been practicing."

"I call this move 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'."

He reached out and gently touched the strings, and the familiar piano music began again.

But under the moonlight, he just sat there, with nothing there.

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It turned out to be a scam from the very beginning.

There was no meeting of kindred spirits; it was merely the encounter between a monster hoping to find solace in another monster yearning for affection, nothing more.

Yang Pingsheng claimed he didn't know the story of Zhong Ziqi and Bo Ya, but he called this killer move "High Mountains and Flowing Water," using such a small trick to deceive Ye Buxin.

She felt her brain trembling violently, so much so that she couldn't think straight and could no longer remain calm: "Yang Pingsheng, you..."

“Yes, Ye Buxin, it’s exactly what you think.” He grinned, exhaling a puff of white breath, the shadow obscuring half his face, making him look like a monster at that moment. “Since I was in the Linlang Sect and accepted the mission to capture you, of course I conducted a detailed investigation into your information. Although I couldn’t understand why the princess would betray the royal family, I couldn’t help but fantasize that this might be an opportunity for me to get closer to her. That’s why when we first met, I spoke in accordance with your thoughts, praised you, and tried to get close to you, in order to leave an impression on you.”

"As it turns out, I was right. That time did leave a deep impression on you. Later, you had your men contact me, influence me, and induce me to betray the Linlang Sect. I knew all of that. You guided me to the Ghost Valley Sect and deliberately bumped into me on the way. I also knew all of that. When we first met, I could feel your loneliness, so I obeyed you, obeyed your thoughts, obeyed your darkness, and obeyed everything about you."

"But I never imagined that the real princess was already dead, and that you were nothing but a monster. When you confessed to me, I was truly shocked. For a moment, I thought that you were a monster created by humans, an existence rejected by heaven and earth. As a human, I should eliminate you and correct the princess's mistakes, but..."

"I am so lonely."

"I really crave affection, I really crave what it feels like to be noticed by someone, even if that person is a monster."

He rose under Ye Buxin's uneasy gaze, his shadow covering the moonlight and enveloping the green figure.

"That's why we became confidants and opened our hearts to each other."

"Do you understand now? Ye Buxin, the confidant you thought you had is nothing but a despicable and selfish man's facade."

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At this moment, Ye Buxin didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

She wanted to laugh out loud, yet she also wanted to weep softly. She had never experienced such complex emotions before; these emotions were like the ocean, tearing at her and threatening to engulf her.

She stiffly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Yang Pingsheng: "Heh... Pingsheng, are you trying to say that all the feelings I had for you before, and the feelings you had for me, were fake?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her calmly: "Does it matter whether it's true or false? Ye Buxin, you are also Master's disciple. You should know that when the tiny crack turns into a mountain stream, there is no way to go back. We are separated by blood debt, by blood feud, and by the truth that we both believe we are right. From now on, it's either you or me who dies. Does it matter whether it's true or false?"

The sound of the zither resounded through the heavens, and he was enveloped in earth-yellow energy. With the immortal artifact bowing down, he leaped high into the air and struck out with his palm.

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Bo Ya was skilled at playing the zither, and Zhong Ziqi was skilled at listening.

As the music faded, she drew her sword once more and danced, the green light spreading out, the tip of the sword aimed at Yang Pingsheng's palm.

Fang played the zither with his mind on Mount Tai. Zhong Ziqi said, "How wonderful is your zither playing! It is as majestic as Mount Tai."

The yellow color pressed down like Mount Tai, as if to destroy everything.

In the midst of a few choices, his mind was set on flowing water. Zhong Ziqi then said, "How wonderful is your zither playing! It flows like a mighty river."

The green hues flashed by like flowing water, and upon impact, Ye Buxin conjured countless phantoms, surrounding Yang Pingsheng.

Green and yellow meet again.

Xiang Tiange's powerful singing suddenly turned into a dance between the two of them.

Immortal artifacts clashed against each other, their clanging sounds like the striking of metal against stone, creating a musical accompaniment.

The two abandoned all techniques and simply used their magical artifacts to clash with each other's spiritual energy.

Blood splattered everywhere.

When she looked up at the sky, she remembered the final ending of the story.

When Zhong Ziqi died, Bo Ya broke his zither and cut its strings, never playing it again for the rest of his life, believing that there was no one in the world worthy of his playing.

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Ye Buxin reached out and touched the bright moon.

Yang Pingsheng, Yang Pingsheng...

I finally understand how I feel about you.

You are my confidant, my beloved, and my mortal enemy.

You are still my everything.

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Ye Buxin's body, like melting blood, slowly seeped into the earth.

Yang Ping was panting heavily when he heard Ye Buxin's voice suddenly appear out of nowhere.

“Yang Pingsheng, my physical body has been destroyed by you, but my essence remains. I have already completed the incarnation of my essence into the world and am stationed in Taixu. You cannot kill me unless you come to Taixu.”

"Your little tricks can't fool me. You've studied the essence of the world pretty well, haven't you? You've been running away for three days straight, just to force me into the Great Ruins. Now I can tell you, you don't need to force me, I'll be waiting for you in the Great Ruins."

"Let us face each other squarely, using all our means: the way of heaven, the way of humanity, the will of heaven, the will of man, destiny, spiritual energy, emotions, power, souls, reincarnation..."

"The winner takes all, the loser submits. Let's go."

"Without entering this game, there will never be peace."

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Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

He casually waved open the spatial gate and stepped into the Taixu without hesitation.

Chapter 658 Ridiculous

The Ninth World.

Surrounded by green mountains, the trees on the mountains are lush and verdant, like a green ocean. When the breeze blows, the leaves rustle as if whispering.

In front of a house, Ye Buxin stood at the door, looking up at the sky. Her green dress looked as if it were made from the freshest leaves of spring, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently in the wind, just like the flowers blooming in the mountains dancing in the breeze.

She watched as the clouds in the sky turned into individual pieces, torn apart by an invisible wind.

"They have already broken free from the Eighth World. Yang Pingsheng's identity has been arranged, the destiny plot has been completed, and there are currently no anomalies in the Eighth World." A gentle mechanical female voice sounded. "Sir, is there anything else I can do?"

"Please leave a voice message. This message must be accurately transmitted to Yang Pingsheng at the last moment," Ye Buxin said.

"What is meant by 'the final moment'?"

"When everything goes completely off track, or when I lose."

"Please tell me the content of the voice message."

"Do you regret your life?" Ye Buxin asked softly.

"Okay, the voice message 'Pingsheng, do you regret it?' will be delivered to Yang Pingsheng when the 'final moment' appears."

The mechanical female voice faded out.

As the sun began to set, the sky was dyed a brilliant orange-red. The warm afterglow shone on Ye Buxin, but she did not react. She stood there quietly, like a statue. Only the occasional strand of hair that was blown by the wind showed that she was a living, waiting person.

Fate and time alternate, and she has seen many things since she moved the Bureau of Fate to Taixu.

Before her lay an endless, lonely road, deserted and empty. She walked forward alone, facing the darkness by herself.

Now that you've embarked on this path, there's no going back.

"System," she called softly.

"Master." A gentle mechanical female voice sounded, as if it were right beside her.

"To confirm my title and identity once again."

"Your identity is a villain from the Ninth World, with the title of [The King of Heaven Who Manipulates All Beings]."

She looked up as the sun set and the sky was filled with stars. Beneath that starry curtain lay the shimmering threads of fate.

The king of heaven has no relatives, no love, and no friends.