The improved female villains regained their memories.

From the King of Chu to the Queen, and then to their children... they were all dressed in magnificent clothes, exuding nobility in every gesture, and adorned with treasures that Yang Pingsheng could not recognize.

Princess Wang appeared, and Yang Pingsheng glanced at her before immediately looking away.

Princess Wang Ji is like the sun; one cannot look at her for too long.

Lin Feng stood next to Yang Pingsheng, grinning as he leaned closer and whispered, "You like it?"

Yang Pingsheng did not answer.

"If you like her, so what? Haven't you heard the saying, 'A fair maiden is sought after by a gentleman'?" Lin Feng whispered, "Who cares if she's noble or royal? If you like her, we'll figure out a way to kidnap her."

Yang Pingsheng glared at him: "Stop messing around."

“That’s not a good idea,” Lin Feng said, shaking his head. “Life is so short, how can we not enjoy it while we can? Go after what you like, and if you fail, so what? It’s no big deal.”

Lin Feng remained as outspoken as ever.

But his words struck a chord with him, leaving him unable to refute them.

He didn't reply, just stared at me.

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The princess who made a fleeting appearance has escaped.

The great fire in the Chu royal palace burned fiercely, turning half the sky red that night.

After failing to capture the fugitive, Yang Pingsheng returned to Linlang Sect and reported to his superiors.

The next day, under severe questioning from his superiors, Yang Pingsheng confessed his guilt—Wang Ji's successful escape was due to his failure in the pursuit.

After that day, Yang Pingsheng stopped taking on tasks and earning contribution points like before.

When Lin Feng came to find him, he sat there quietly like a dull stone.

When Lin Feng arrived, he didn't take out wine as he usually did, but instead asked him a question.

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"How should a person live their life?"

Chapter 679 Having seen the light, how can I bear to return to darkness?

The sky was overcast.

The flames of war roared on, and it seemed there was no sign of it stopping.

In the mountains and forests, the makeshift house was teetering on the brink of collapse, but fortunately, it was protected by the true traces of the Great Dao and the Yin spiritual energy, so the raging wind could not blow it down.

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes from his cultivation, estimated the time in his mind, and got up.

As soon as he pushed open the door and stepped out, he saw his younger self standing quietly on the edge of the earthen slope.

Wen Shihan and Qi Feng stood not far away, hesitant to speak.

"Brother." Seeing that his elder brother had finished cultivating, Wen Shihan hurriedly ran over.

Yang Pingsheng subconsciously patted her head, then looked at his younger self standing there and quietly asked, "How long has he been standing there?"

"I've been standing there since early morning."

“We’ve been standing here for a long time.” Qi Feng jumped onto Wen Shihan’s shoulder and said, “I don’t know if it’s because he has a naturally immortal body, but he didn’t respond when we called him.”

Yang Pingsheng had heard Qi Feng talk about the problems he had with his naturally immortal body before he came, so he wasn't surprised.

Has he eaten?

“I made it for him, but he won’t eat it,” Wen Shihan replied instantly.

When Wen Shihan saw her older brother, he was so cute when they were little. She had a perverted urge to hug him and ravage him, but she couldn't do it because her brother and Qi Feng were there.

This may sound a bit convoluted, but that's the gist of it.

"You haven't eaten since last night?" Yang Pingsheng was somewhat surprised. Yesterday, his Great Dao True Mark was a bit unstable, so after building this house, he went into seclusion to stabilize it.

"No." Wen Shihan shook her head, feeling a little regretful. Last night, she had wanted to take advantage of her brother's absence to get closer to him from when they were children.

Unfortunately, the child didn't utter a sound, like a mute.

“Brother…” Suddenly, Wen Shihan noticed that his brother’s hand seemed somewhat unreal. “How come your hand…?”

Yang Pingsheng looked at his hand, which gradually became ethereal.

He turned his head sharply and saw that his past self had disappeared.

"What about others?"

"Brother, it looks like he jumped!"

Holy crap!

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Good news! As expected of a tenth-grade magic weapon, the effect of Luo Yi is practically immediate.

Bad news, this only applies to the user.

Because Yang Luo was dead, Yang Pingsheng did not use a pure tenth-grade magic weapon, but only the core of a tenth-grade magic weapon. In other words, in this time change initiated by Yang Pingsheng, the only person he could affect was himself.

Worst of all, because time becomes disordered, your past self can also influence your future self.

Just like now, if his past self hadn't been caught by Wen Shihan's yin energy when he jumped down, Yang Pingsheng himself would have been in serious trouble.

It's definitely not dead, but judging from the ethereal shape of the arm, it's probably crippled.

Fortunately, Wen Shihan reconnected with his past self, and his arm returned to its original position.

Yang Pingsheng looked at his past self—he was thin and small, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. The tattered clothes he wore were torn in many places, hanging in shreds like withered leaves left after being eroded by wind and rain. His face was thin and sallow, without any color, like an old parchment tightly stretched on his prominent cheekbones.

Deeply sunken in his eye sockets, his eyes were dull and lifeless, like a candle about to go out, revealing endless despair and exhaustion. There were still wet tear stains in his eyes, and the tears left streaks on his dirty face, like cracks in a dry riverbed.

Wen Shihan knelt down beside him with heartache and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face.

He remained motionless, like a dead man.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the boy and asked, "Why did you jump?"

The boy didn't speak.

"Let's eat first." Seeing that the boy was unwilling to answer, Yang Pingsheng did not press him.

Luo Yi altered the timeline, so he didn't know what his past self had experienced. He only knew that if his past self had died, then he would truly be dead.

Wen Shihan somehow got hold of meat and made a bowl of meat soup. Logically, the boy, who had been starving for a long time, should have been indiscriminate in his eating, but he just sat there, motionless.

Yang Pingsheng examined the boy using the True Mark of the Great Dao. The boy's body was fine, and the problems with the Immortal Body had not recurred. In other words, he was not deaf or unable to speak; he simply did not want to communicate with them.

Wen Shihan squatted down next to him, holding a bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to the boy's lips: "Ah~"

Her lifeless eyes flickered, and the boy turned to look at her, opening his mouth.

Yang Pingsheng was speechless. Can't he eat by himself? Does he have to be fed by the young lady?

What was I like in the past?

Perhaps due to the disordered time, the Great Dao True Mark became somewhat unstable again. He sent a telepathic message to Wen Shihan to keep an eye on him, and then gave Qi Feng a wink before going to the next room to continue his cultivation.

By the time he finished his practice, it was already afternoon. When he came out, he saw the boy standing next to the earthen slope again.

“Brother, he stayed there after he finished eating, and no matter how I tried to persuade him, it wouldn’t work,” Wen Shihan said as he walked over.

"......"

Yang Pingsheng looked at Qi Feng: "Was I like this in the past?"

"This... I don't know either, meow." Qi Feng was also a bit dumbfounded. After all, it met Yang Pingsheng in the Eighth World. At that time, Yang Pingsheng had already experienced a lot and had a strong will to survive. He refused to give up no matter what.

That's a world of difference from the boy who now silently contemplates killing himself.

Yang Pingsheng felt somewhat helpless and was about to say something when he suddenly felt his legs go weak and realized that his legs were becoming limp.

He turned his head sharply and saw the little boy spread his arms and jump down again.

"grass."

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It rained lightly at night.

Large raindrops pattered against the leaves, making a crisp, dense sound, like thousands of pearls falling onto a jade plate. The leaves swayed up and down under the raindrops, drowning out the original rustling sound.

The distant mountains and forests became hazy in the rain, with only a dark shadow swaying in the wind and rain visible. Lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating the entire forest in an instant. In that brief moment of light, the trees could be seen struggling in the wind and rain, followed by rumbling thunder that seemed to shake the whole forest.

The spirit fire burned inside the room, and the boy hugged himself, staring motionlessly at the rain outside the window.

He was watching the rain, while two other people and a cat were watching him.

"That child shouldn't try to commit suicide, right?"

"Brother, don't worry. I've placed Yin energy on him. Even if you can't save him in time, my clone will appear to save him."

"You two, don't send each other telepathic messages, meow!"

The two people and the cat communicated with each other using spiritual and demonic energy to prevent the boy from finding out.

But the boy didn't seem to care; there was no trace of desire to live in his lifeless eyes.

Looking at his appearance, Yang Pingsheng found it hard to believe that this was the same person Qi Feng had described as persistent and plotting against the abyss.

He is increasingly confused about what his past self wants his present self to do.

After dinner, it rained again, and it didn't stop until midnight.

The spirit fire went out; it was time to sleep.

The boy got up after realizing that the two people and the cat were asleep.

Instead of going out to the earthen slope, he turned to look at the wall.

He stood up, pondered for a long time, and finally looked up suddenly, about to bang his head against the wall.

"I knew he was going to come!"

"Hold him down, meow!"

"My brother is alright, I've caught him!"