Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Frosty Ice Mirror!"

With a low shout in his heart, Jiang Yueming's right hand suddenly flashed with a strange light. After a moment, the light faded, and a blue jade ring ice mirror appeared out of thin air.

The method of using the Frost Ice Mirror flashed through my mind.

Jiang Yueming didn't seem to want to say anything more, and looked at the Tiger Guards, calculating the attack range in his mind.

"Come on, Jiang Yueming, I'll let you have a go first," Tiger Guard said mockingly, glancing at the mirror in Jiang Yueming's hand.

In his perception, the spiritual energy emanating from the mirror was not as strong as his own, so there was no danger to it.

Let alone giving up one move, what harm would it do to give up ten moves?

With a difference of two major realms between the Nascent Soul stage and the Primordial stage, how could he possibly be killed by Jiang Yueming?

Unless he's cheating, but that's impossible, absolutely impossible.

Jiang Yueming raised the Frost Ice Mirror, which radiated a chilling aura, and smiled as he locked his gaze on the Tiger Guard: "Let me make a move, I'd like to try and see if I can kill him instantly."

"Instant kill? Heh, you're welcome to try." Tiger Guard raised his head at Jiang Yueming in a provocative manner upon hearing this.

"Fine, as you wish!" Jiang Yueming said coldly upon seeing this.

"Frosty Ice Mirror, Annihilation Style, Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Shards!"

Jiang Yueming used his arm to throw the ice mirror high into the air. With a hum, the smooth mirror emitted a burst of cold light, and then a phoenix cry suddenly rang out.

An ice phoenix appeared on the mirror. The next moment, the ice phoenix suddenly materialized. A huge ice phoenix rushed out of the mirror, its icy wings swirling with icy energy, covering everything in its path with ice and soil.

The ice phoenix charged straight at the Tiger Guards, the wind howling in the void grew louder, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and some low-level bandits were directly transformed into human-shaped ice sculptures.

Faced with an overwhelming chill and killing intent, Tiger Guard grinned and clasped his hands together to gather a killing move.

"Mid-grade Earth-level skill, Roaring Tiger Thunder!"

Roar!

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson rock tiger in front of the Tiger Guard roared to the sky, and layers of fiery red heat waves impacted the surrounding cold air.

Click!

Unfortunately, the Crimson Rock Tiger hadn't roared for long before it was pierced through by the Ice Phoenix, and in that split second, it and its guards were turned into ice sculptures.

Clang!

After circling once inside the hall, the ice phoenix let out a soft cry and once again disappeared into the Frost Ice Mirror, while the ice sculptures outside the mirror shattered instantly.

Blood flowed from the ice shards, rising in white steam and slowly melting the entire ice hall.

Jiang Yueming looked at the hall, which was entirely white, as if she had walked into a ski resort, and exclaimed, "A high-grade Earth-level spiritual technique, its power is indeed different."

The Tiger Guard's spiritual technique was only of mid-grade; how could he possibly defeat the Ice Phoenix? Of course, he could only use mid-grade spiritual techniques at most.

"How foolish! You even let me go first. If I go first, you're gone." Jiang Yueming moved her spiritual thoughts and the Frost Ice Mirror slowly fell into her hand. She shook her head and said.

He then looked down at the mirror in his hand. The ice mirror seemed somewhat blurry. His brows immediately furrowed, and he turned to Li Jian, saying, "When you handle the aftermath, remember to leave some bandits behind."

After saying that, Jiang Yueming lightly stepped forward and strode forward.

He knew that this etherealization meant that the Frost Ice Mirror wouldn't last much longer, but there was still an ancient cultivator in Black Thunder Cliff who hadn't died.

Han Liqiu!

We must take advantage of the fact that the Frost Ice Mirror is still usable and eliminate him immediately, otherwise there may be future troubles.

Ten breaths later.

Jiang Yueming arrived at the room where he had previously met Han Liqiu. Before he even entered the room, a pungent smell assaulted his nostrils.

"Is this the smell of blood?" Jiang Yueming sniffed carefully and asked in surprise.

In his past life, he was a soldier who had been on the battlefield and had an extremely sensitive sense of the smell of blood; he would never be wrong about it.

boom!

Jiang Yueming didn't think much of it and reached out to push open the reddish-brown wooden door. As soon as the door opened, a seductive fragrance wafted out, and her vision gradually cleared, but her pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

"You...you..." Jiang Yueming's eyes reflected Chen Qingling's fair and delicate body, and he choked up as he looked at her with a look of shock.

Chen Qingling's bright eyes flickered as she saw Jiang Yueming, whose jade-like face was deathly pale, a dagger in her hand dripping blood from its tip. She coldly said, "What? Are you scared?"

"No...it's just you...you should put on some clothes first."

Jiang Yueming turned her body around and closed the door behind her, her back to Chen Qingling. She took a deep breath to suppress the burning desire in her abdomen.

The scene before Jiang Yueming was truly shocking. He had just glanced at Han Liqiu on the bed and noticed that he was lying there quietly without any sign of life.

He was clearly killed by Chen Qingling.

Now that Chen Qingling is completely naked, it's not hard to deduce how she killed Han Liqiu.

During sexual intercourse, a man is at his least vigilant. If a single blow hits a vital point, even someone who is powerless can instantly kill a spiritual cultivator.

"Jiang Yueming, turn around," Chen Qingling said indifferently, showing no intention of putting on her clothes.

Upon hearing Chen Qingling's voice, Jiang Yueming hesitated for a moment before turning slightly to face Chen Qingling.

Two pairs of eyes collided in an instant, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped significantly, with a little bit of spiritual energy slowly condensing into frost.

Dull, lifeless, and colorless—that's what Jiang Yueming could see in her eyes right now.

"You...you should put on some clothes," Jiang Yueming finally closed her eyes and spoke again after a short while.

He didn't know what had happened to Chen Qingling, but she was no longer the kind and gentle young lady she once was.

Jiang Yueming kept his eyes tightly closed, but Chen Qingling's swollen lips curved into a smile as she said, "Jiang Yueming, can you take me? Please answer me seriously."

"In no mood"

"You're lying. Even you are like this?" Chen Qingling stared at Jiang Yueming expressionlessly, her heart filled with coldness.

"That's true, a withered flower or a fallen willow is just something anyone can play with."

Chen Qingling shook her head slightly, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her face.

Her desperate words reached Jiang Yueming's ears. He frowned, struggled with his thoughts, but opened his eyes and said solemnly, "I'm not lying. If I want you, I want not only your body, but also your soul."

"But given your current state, I'm not sure what you mean, so all I can say is I don't want to!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint light flickered in Chen Qingling's extremely cold and bright eyes, and her expression seemed to soften a little. She gazed at Jiang Yueming, her eyes conveying endless unspoken words.

This is the Jiang Yueming she knows; this is the most beautiful moonlight deep in her heart.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Yueming swallowed hard and turned around again.

Chen Qingling perfectly presented the most beautiful aspects of a woman before his eyes, and Jiang Yueming had already reached the limit of his patience with such temptation.

If you look at it a little longer, it might become a fait accompli.

"Hehe~"

The boy in front of me still looked so shy and inexperienced.

Chen Qingling suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, put down the cold dagger in her jade hand, tidied herself up, and put her clothes back on.

"Jiang Yueming, see you at the Black Thunder Cliff Stone Pavilion at 10 PM tonight. Don't break your promise this time!"

After tidying herself up, Chen Qingling took light steps past Jiang Yueming and went straight to the door.

With a flick of her wrist, the two reddish-brown wooden doors opened, and the cold moonlight shone on her delicate body. A wisp of white hair fluttered by her ear in the night breeze, and a haggard and helpless figure was reflected on the ground.

Chen Qingling looked up at the full moon in the sky, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks, appearing crystal clear in the moonlight.

What a perfectly round moon...

But this world is always imperfect, and people are never in control of their own destiny.

"Jiang Yueming, this is the last time, please don't break your promise."

With a soft voice, Chen Qingling's figure quickly disappeared through the doorway.

Jiang Yueming was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, she came back to her senses, her face showing an indescribable emotion.

He could sense Chen Qingling's current state; she was like a family member who had been informed by a doctor that a loved one had passed away—despairing, broken, and powerless…

But what exactly happened?