The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng's words made him completely give up.

He sneered a few times: "Fine, you place all your hopes on so-called confidants, so disregarding your own life. Don't regret it later!"

Yang Pingsheng was truly blinded by beauty; what kind of confidante was he? He was clearly bewitched by a woman.

He turned and left.

The night he returned from Guigumen, he got very drunk. In his drunken dream, he seemed to recall that vague memory, that memory that only he remembered.

He couldn't help but start to wonder if he was really meddling in other people's business. After all, it was Yang Pingsheng's path, so what right did he have to mock or interfere?

But what kind of path is that? He said Yang Pingsheng was crazy, but wasn't he crazy himself too? He always compared Yang Pingsheng to the benefactor in his vague memory.

His vision was blurred with drunkenness, and he couldn't understand these questions.

If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it.

If Yang Pingsheng wants to leave, then so be it; he can go on his own path.

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But his daily indulgence left him feeling empty, and it was clear that wasting time was not a viable path.

Later, he found his own path, which was to train apprentices.

Many people enjoy doing this, whether they are from the Linlang Sect or the Jixia Academy, whether they are sages or gentlemen.

But he was different; he didn't accept geniuses, only those poor children from the bottom of society.

In his words, there are already enough geniuses; the world needs someone to guide those who are not geniuses.

That road may not be wide, it may not be long, and it may not lead to the summit, but it is enough to feed everyone who steps onto it.

His first apprentice was an orphan who had been separated from his family due to the war and was nearly killed in the refugee crisis when he was rescued by him.

He took him back to Linlang Sect, gave him clothes, and watched him eat a whole chicken, his mouth greasy and his eyes filled with tears.

"Master!"

He looked at the child and spoke to him respectfully.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of his life.

He drank wine and watched the flowers bloom in spring.

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Just live out your life like this.

Take in more and poorer children, and give them a way to survive.

What he taught them wasn't enough to make them strong, but it was enough for them to protect themselves.

Yang Pingsheng would still write to him. He would see the letters and sometimes reply when he felt like it, and sometimes he wouldn't.

It's better to forget each other in the vast world than to cling together in hardship.

If this relationship fades away like this, that's fine too.

But he didn't expect that he would be trapped from the very beginning.

In a world engulfed in war, his path was ruthlessly crushed before he could go very far.

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His disciple insisted on getting involved in the war between Qin and Chu, and was therefore poisoned.

That poison was a top-tier immortal technique, and only the Jade Spring Pot, one of the seven great spiritual medicines in the world, could be used as a medicinal catalyst to cure it.

Therefore, he went to the Jixia Academy, where the people there told him that due to the intense war against Qin in recent years, all of the academy's resources had been devoted to resisting Qin.

The Jade Spring Pot has already been used by a certain prince.

Although the world is vast, most of it has already fallen into the hands of the Qin state. Among the remaining forces, only the Guigu Sect still has a chance of possessing the Jade Spring Pot.

He hesitated for a long time, but seeing his disciple in unbearable pain, looking as if he were dying, he finally sent a letter to Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng replied quickly, telling him that the Guigu School had the Jade Spring Pot, and there were many of them, and he could help if needed.

He made an appointment with Yang Pingsheng at a certain time. Since Yang Pingsheng could not leave the mountain, he would sneak in as before.

Under that big tree, the two met again.

"...Where's the medicine?"

"here."

Yang Pingsheng took out the Jade Spring Pot.

Its overall shape resembles a small and exquisite pot, no bigger than an adult's palm. He confirmed it was indeed the Jade Spring Pot.

He breathed a sigh of relief, relieved: "Thanks."

But Yang Pingsheng didn't move: "I want to make a deal with you."

".......What?"

"I have lived in the mountains for many years and lack knowledge about the outside world. I hope you can help me gather intelligence on various countries."

"Can........"

Before he could finish the word "can," he realized something, abruptly pulled back, and questioned, "Is this your idea, or your confidant's idea?"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "We have both."

He took a few steps back, his eyes filled with wariness: "She knows me?"

"know."

"Yang Pingsheng, I thought we were friends."

"You said it yourself, that's what you think." A calm face uttered the most heartless words, "We're at most old acquaintances."

"Fine." He laughed in exasperation, his tone mocking, "The Jade Spring Pot is so precious, isn't this kind of transaction a bit unfair? Should I do something more for the Princess and the Prince Consort, like helping them fight the enemy?"

He emphasized the word "adult," making it sound particularly ironic.

Yang Pingsheng remained calm: "Lin Feng, there's no need to be so vigilant. We are not enemies."

“But we’re not friends either. Since it’s a transaction, it has to be fair.” He sneered. “I know what you need. Give me the medicinal herbs, and I’ll help you gather intelligence from various countries and, while I’m at it, organize those who are dissatisfied with the Linlang Sect. I’ll give you the list later.”

"Thanks." Yang Pingsheng handed over the medicinal herbs.

"No need." He took it and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he heard Yang Pingsheng's voice again: "The Jade Spring Pot is naturally poisonous. I've taken care of the poisonous part for you. You can now use the medicine on your disciple without worry."

That voice was exactly the same as the one I remembered.

He stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

Sometimes, he couldn't tell whether the world had gone mad or he had gone mad.

Chapter 689 A Love Named Wen Shihan

The boy looked up as if sensing something, gazing at the cold sky.

Qi Feng shook the snow off himself and jumped to the boy's side: "What are you looking at?"

“I’m looking at Mr. and Sister,” the boy replied. “Qi Feng, when do you think they’ll be back?”

"It should be soon."

"What if the master doesn't come back either, and in the end it's just you and me?"

"........"

Qi Feng was somewhat moved; it hadn't expected that Yang Pingsheng used to care so much about these things.

In the Eighth World, he always wore a blue robe and talked about Jiang Mochang. Even if he was forgotten by everyone, it didn't matter. At most, he would just take a break by the sea.

It's also because it has too much of a biased view of Yang Pingsheng; today's boys are, after all, just boys.

He didn't know where all he had come from, he considered it a blessing, and therefore cherished it immensely.

"In my life, you..."

Qi Feng wondered if this was inappropriate, but the words stuck in his throat. What difference would it make if he said them? When the time came, apart from Yang Pingsheng's influence, both his and Wen Shihan's influence would be erased.

What those female villains experienced will ultimately fall on Yang Pingsheng himself.

It suddenly sensed something and looked up.

So its words became: "Pingsheng, look, they've returned."

Returning is a blessing, but departing is a calamity.

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"Sir, Sister, you're back!" The boy excitedly ran to the two who had fallen, covered in snow but not caring about the cold.

Wen Shihan stood to the side with an emotionless smile on his face. Yang Pingsheng silently watched Wen Shihan, then looked away and gazed at his past self standing before him.

"Yes, you're back, and your older sister is back too." He paused on the word "older sister," and Wen Shihan, who was next to him, stiffened, then stepped forward with a smile and squatted down beside him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Her smile was flawless, but Yang Pingsheng, still a child, couldn't tell. She patted his head and said, "Have you been a good boy/girl here?"

"Yes!" The boy nodded vigorously, then asked, "Sister, where did you go? Why did it take you so long? Are you leaving again this time?"

He asked two questions in a row, and it was clear that the boy was more concerned about the second question than the first.

"We're not leaving this time. My husband and I are not leaving again..."

Yang Pingsheng watched Wen Shihan's conversation with his past self, let out a long breath of cold air, and walked to the side.

Qi Feng jumped into his arms, and he opened his arms, instinctively embracing him.

"How is it? Not going well?" Qi Feng knew him too well and could see through his worries at a glance.

"Yes, it didn't go well."

"Wen Shihan really wants to run away with you, right?"

You noticed?

"Only a fool wouldn't see through her little schemes."