Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Black Thunder Lobby.

Under the bright glow of red candlelight, the aroma of wine wafted through the air.

Whether they were members of the镖队 (bodyguards) or members of the Black Thunder bandits, they were all drinking and eating heartily at this moment, completely forgetting their original hostile identities.

Looking at the half-drunk caravan inside, Lin Zhi smiled slyly and said to the Tiger Guard standing beside him, "Master, you're truly amazing. Once they're all drunk, we can take over the entire caravan without any loss!"

Tiger Guard swirled the fragrant wine in his hand, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and laughed, "Of course! Tonight will be a great harvest; not only will we swallow the caravan, but even Jiang Wushen will die!"

Tiger Guard and Lin Zhi already knew everything about Jiang Yueming from Han Liqiu, so they had no more scruples.

"With his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, what makes him think he can fight the Cliff Master?"

"I congratulate you in advance, Master, on your revenge!" Lin Zhi raised a glass of wine to Tiger Guard with a fawning smile.

Tiger Guard raised his wine cup and clinked it with Lin Zhi's, then downed it in one gulp, saying meaningfully, "Lin Zhi, you can't mess with a tiger's backside."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi nearly dropped his wine glass, his face changing drastically as he hurriedly said, "This subordinate has absolutely no ill intentions towards the Cliff Master, and no ulterior motives towards Black Thunder Cliff! Heaven can bear witness to my loyalty!"

Tiger Guard narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

He knew that the plan to get the escort team drunk was clearly Lin Zhi's idea, but he claimed it was his cleverness.

It's clear that Lin Zhi is quite adept at flattery, but the Tiger Guards aren't fools either; they need to be even more wary of this kind of person.

Although Lin Zhi hasn't made any unusual moves yet, who knows what might happen in the future?

We still need to give him a nudge from time to time.

After a while, Tiger Guard reached out and patted Lin Zhi's shoulder heavily, then strode away without saying a word.

Standing still, Lin Zhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath of relief.

Working with tigers is truly a perilous experience.

However, the thought of Jiang Yueming dying here soon filled Lin Zhi with unbridled joy.

Three years ago, Jiang Wushen's suppression of bandits left a huge scar on his back.

Over the years, the scars have ached every night, causing him to suffer from poor sleep.

Now that the opportunity for revenge is right in front of him, how could he not be excited?

"Jiang Yueming, this time I will definitely chop you into mincemeat!" Lin Zhi gritted his teeth, his face filled with endless killing intent.

……

About ten minutes later, Jiang Yueming walked to the front of the Black Thunder Hall and was about to step inside when Fu Dongliu's voice rang in her mind again.

"Hey, Jiang Yueming, what brilliant plan do you have up your sleeve?"

"Your opponent is an expert from the Primordial Realm. Going in would be no different from suicide, do you understand?" Fu Dongliu said angrily.

He didn't understand who gave Jiang Yueming the courage to confront the Tiger Guard head-on.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "They're just at the Primordial Realm. Just wait and see how I annihilate them."

"Instant kill?!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Fu Dongliu in the Soul Sea was instantly furious. How dare he say such a thing? Does he really think the difference in realms is just for show?

"Hey, are you out of your mind?"

Jiang Yueming did not answer Fu Dongliu's question. With a smile, he strode into the hall. The aroma of fine wine wafted over him. He looked around at the surroundings.

The镖队 disciples were all quite drunk, looking completely intoxicated. Even Li Jian and Zhao Yuan, who were standing nearby, were slightly tipsy.

"These people, they probably won't feel any pain when their heads are chopped off later," Jiang Yueming said with a shake of his head.

Since Tiger Guards and the others already knew Jiang Wushen's true strength and weaknesses, they did not take immediate action, but instead invited him to drink and hold a banquet as before.

It goes without saying that their goal was to lull the caravan into a false sense of security before starting the beheadings.

In this way, Hei Leiya can devour the entire caravan at the lowest possible cost, or rather, devour the caravan without taking any damage.

"Hey, come here, it's you, stop looking!" Jiang Yueming suddenly beckoned to one of the bandits and gave a sly laugh.

The bandit, carrying a wine jar, slowly approached Jiang Yueming with a smile on his face.

In his view, Jiang Wushen summoned him simply to sample the precious wine he had, since Jiang Yueming would be setting off soon anyway.

Why not give him a sip?

"Jiang Wushen, please," the little bandit obediently handed the wine jar to Jiang Yueming and said politely.

"Thank you."

Jiang Yueming reached out and took the wine jar, his eyes flashing coldly for a moment before he suddenly raised the jar and swung it at the bandit's head.

Areca catechu!

"what!"

The sound of the earthenware pot shattering and a heart-wrenching scream rang out simultaneously, and everyone in the hall quickly gathered around Jiang Yueming.

"Jiang Wushen, what do you mean by this?" Tiger Guard glanced at the bandit lying on the ground covered in blood and asked with a smile.

The smile now carried a chilling undertone and a hint of murderous intent.

Jiang Yueming flicked the remaining wine from his fingers, looked directly at the Tiger Guard, and said, "If you're going to kill me, stop pretending and just do it."

"Bring out the remaining two of you at the Primordial Realm. Today I'm going to fight you two!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked, and then a series of mocking voices rose from within the gang.

"Jiang Yueming, do you really think you're still the Martial God Jiang?"

"Exactly, one against two? I think his brain... ugh!"

Before the bandit could finish speaking, a red tile flashed through the air like lightning, severing his throat. He let out a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster.

"Too much nonsense," Jiang Yueming said calmly as the bandit was killed.

"Jiang Yueming!" Tiger Guard was filled with rage as he watched his brother die before his eyes.

With a stomp of his foot, his aura surged, and the yellowish-brown spiritual energy soared into the sky, forming a ferocious, fanged tiger. A savage and domineering pressure swept across the entire hall in an instant, and the roar of the tiger could be faintly heard.

"Jiang Yueming, you think you can take on two people at once? You'd better beat me first!"

Just as Jiang Yueming was about to take a step forward, a dark figure came into view.

"Jiang Yueming, you go first, I'll hold them off here," Li Jian suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Yueming, his expression solemn.

Although he didn't know why Jiang Yueming would provoke the Tiger Guards, he knew she had been paid anyway.

Protecting the employer's safety is the escort team's top priority!

"Where are you going! I said I'm going to fight two of you!" Jiang Yueming stepped forward and pulled Li Jian back, sneering.

He had been wanting to try the temporary borrowing function ever since the system update, and now the opportunity was right in front of him.

Once the ancient cultivators of Black Thunder Cliff are dealt with, the other underlings will be a disorganized mess.

Furthermore, the Frost Ice Mirror is a powerful weapon for instantly killing those in the Primordial Realm. With it in hand, what is there for him to fear?

"Jiang Yueming, don't be reckless. The two of us will hold them off here. You should take the caravan and run!"

Sensing the Tiger Guard's powerful aura, Zhao Yuan sobered up considerably and patted Jiang Yueming on the shoulder.

This Tiger Guard is a true Primordial Realm expert; how could Jiang Yueming, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, possibly defeat him?

Even now, Li Jian and Zhao Yuan working together might not dare to say they could hold off the Tiger Guard for even half a minute.

Jiang Yueming stepped forward without speaking, a hint of frost appearing in her eyes as she looked at the menacing Tiger Guards.

His expression didn't change much, but a low shudder ran through him.

"Frosty Ice Mirror"