The improved female villains regained their memories.

He thought that as soon as he landed, he startled the spirit beasts in the mountains and forests.

"who!?"

A woman sensed the commotion and ran towards them.

He was startled and his arm was suddenly grabbed, pulling him behind a big tree.

He turned his head and met Yang Pingsheng's calm eyes.

He felt a strange sense of panic. He wanted to explain something, but the voice was already getting closer.

"Who's there? Come out."

A sudden surge of resentment welled up within him—a resentment he couldn't quite define, whether directed at Yang Pingsheng or at himself.

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Yang Pingsheng stared calmly, and it was unclear what he was looking at.

As the voice drew closer, Yang Pingsheng took a few steps back, turned his head, and said in the direction of the voice, "Bu Xin, it's me."

"Pingsheng, what are you doing here?"

"Cultivation".

"You came here to cultivate?"

"Ah."

"then you......"

I'll come to your place later.

"Okay... um? I said you were welcome?"

"I'll be there later."

Whom are you ordering?

He frowned as he listened to the conversation. He was about to step forward when Yang Pingsheng softened his voice and said in an unexpected tone, "Please, I really want to go over tonight no matter what."

He was horrified; these were the words Yang Pingsheng had said.

The woman's voice fell silent, then finally snorted and quickly left.

The uninvited guest left, and Yang Pingsheng turned his gaze back to him: "How did you get in?"

"How else could they have come in? They just walked in so openly. What happened just now..."

"Princess."

"It really is her, damn it, you really got together with her?"

These words made Yang Pingsheng frown slightly; he was somewhat displeased.

"So, what are you doing here?" Yang Pingsheng asked.

"Of course I came to see you!" he said, his anger flaring. "Are you serious about the information you gave me?"

"You should know me; I never lie."

"Are you kidding me!?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

He retorted angrily, "You walk your own path in life. Your life belongs to you. What kind of bullshit is this about living for her? Are you kidding me?"

"Why are you so angry?"

One sentence was enough to leave him stunned.

Yeah, why is he so angry?

Regardless, it was Yang Pingsheng's choice. He had finally gotten rid of the identity of the Shadow, and now he could live his own life.

Whether Yang Pingsheng's path is right or wrong, what does it have to do with him?

'No, that's not how it is...'

He thought to himself.

'This is wrong, I can't accept it, I can't...'

He couldn't accept that the voice that sounded exactly like his benefactor's had now gone against his words.

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Everyone should pursue their own life.

Is that right? That's exactly what you told me back then.

But why do you entrust your life to someone else?

He narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and grabbed Yang Pingsheng by the collar.

"We've been friends for a while now, so let me give you some advice," he said irritably. "I promised to help you leave the Linlang Sect, and even gave up this opportunity, so that you could live your own life instead of gambling everything on one person. No matter how much you like her, it's not okay!"

"...You've misunderstood, she and I are acquaintances..."

"What kind of confidante is this? Even if she is a close female friend, I would still advise you not to entrust your life to someone else."

He let go.

That inexplicable resentment had not yet dissipated and still lingered in his heart.

Yang Pingsheng stared at him for a long time, and then his next sentence broke him down again.

"What does it matter? My life isn't worth much anyway."

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What does it matter? My life isn't worth much anyway.

No family, no friends, no one cares about me, no one needs me.

Yang Pingsheng at least had a name, but he didn't even have a name; he was just a shadow of Lin Feng.

How could he not understand what Yang Pingsheng was saying?

They were all people who had nothing, people who lived in darkness, and they craved even the slightest bit of affection without reservation.

During that heavy snowfall, he killed the real Lin Feng, took everything from him, and was nearly killed.

Then, he met his benefactor.

At that moment, he thought that it would be great if he could follow his benefactor. If he could, he would always remember the feeling of being redeemed.

However, his benefactor did not agree.

The benefactor could have taken the opportunity to control him, to make him repay the favor, or to use him as the sharpest sword, but the benefactor did not.

My benefactor simply said, "Go live your own life."

But what kind of life did he have of his own?

Even now, this name and this identity are things he seized, belonging to the true life of Lin Feng.

What about him?

What kind of life should he lead?

How should he live his life?

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He felt a chill.

The sight of Yang Pingsheng speaking in the voice of his benefactor disgusted him.

He was so angry he laughed, took a few steps back, and looked at Yang Pingsheng as if he were meeting him for the first time.

“I never expected you to be this kind of person,” he said. “I have always admired you, admired you for never giving up, admired you for always fighting against the immortal body, admired you for becoming more and more tenacious even when you encounter misfortune repeatedly.”

"But I never expected you to say such a thing. A true strong person wouldn't easily squander their life, but you..."

He slammed his fist into the tree trunk beside him: "But you, you've actually debaseed yourself to this extent!"

This wasn't the voice he remembered; that voice shouldn't, and couldn't, utter those words.

It's okay to feel lost or confused, but it's okay to belittle yourself.

Otherwise, he wouldn't admit that he was saved by the owner of such a voice.

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Yang Pingsheng looked at him and slowly spoke.

"Lin Feng, I'm not like you..."

“Unlike you, I don’t have such a distinguished family background, so many people who care about me, and I can be carefree at any time.”

“I have never met my parents. They abandoned me when I was born, and I grew up with an old beggar.”

“The old beggar doesn’t like me either. He’s willing to keep me because of my immortal body and appearance, which allows him to get more money from kind-hearted people.”

"Later I met the Master. He was the only one who cared about me. I was very happy with him, but this happiness didn't last long because the Master was casually killed by a passing immortal."

"I have nothing left again."

Yang Pingsheng's words were heavy and sorrowful, but his tone was so calm, as if he were talking about some trivial matter.

He looked at Yang Pingsheng and saw those eyes, which were darker than the deepest night.

"I don't think my life has any value."

"If I could sacrifice my entire life to win someone's most sincere feelings, I would be willing."

The wind picked up.

The leaves rustled as he stared blankly at Yang Pingsheng.

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To sacrifice one's entire life in exchange for one person's most sincere affection.

Is this kind of deal worthwhile?

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