Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Jiangzu Jiange

Wearing a white feather robe, Jian Rufeng was brewing two cups of Maojian tea, and the chessboard next to him had also been cleaned up, just waiting for Wang Ling's arrival.

Suddenly, Jian Rufeng looked up and glanced outside, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Jiang Yue, it's about to begin. Are you ready?"

Before the words were finished, light footsteps could be heard outside the door, and a delicate fragrance suddenly wafted into the room, completely masking the faint aroma of tea.

A fleeting glint of greed flashed in Jian Rufeng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved slightly as wicked thoughts began to sprout in his heart.

He had long heard that Wang Ling was also a stunning beauty, with a unique exotic charm and aesthetic appeal.

Her looks were comparable to Chu Yao's, but in terms of charm alone, she completely outshone the latter.

"Young Master, Miss Wang Ling has arrived," Jian Ji Na said respectfully as she entered the pavilion.

Wen Yinjian stood up and greeted him with a smile, but his gaze was fixed on the front of him. He was slightly taken aback after just one glance.

The first thing that caught my eye was Wang Ling, with exquisite features, wearing a light blue dress, and a beautiful, curvaceous figure that was one in a million.

Beneath her long, golden hair were sky-blue eyes, as beautiful as the deep sea, and a beauty mark under each eye.

She appeared somewhat alluring, a stunningly beautiful exotic woman.

Standing beside her were two maids who were also stunningly beautiful. One wore a blue dress with orchid patterns and her purple eyes held a hint of tenderness, while the other wore a bright red off-shoulder dress and her peach-blossom eyes exuded allure at all times.

The former is named Soft Water, and the latter is named Fire.

When the three women stood together, Jian Rufeng finally understood what it meant for the world to lose its color!

"Young Master Jian, hello!" Wang Ling gazed at Jian Rufeng and chuckled sweetly, a hint of shrewdness in her smile.

Jian Rufeng nodded, extended his hand to invite Wang Ling to sit down, and said with a smile, "Thank you for coming, Miss Wang Ling. Please have a seat."

Although Wang Ling was indeed stunningly beautiful, with the composure of a swordsman, she quickly composed herself.

"Not at all, not at all. As long as Team Leader Jian invites me, I, Wang Ling, will definitely accept the invitation," Wang Ling said with a smile as she casually sat down next to the chessboard.

The sound of the sword leader had already made Wang Ling's attitude clear, because in the Jiang clan, there was only one person who could be called the leader, and that was the expelled Jiang Yue Martial God!

Wang Ling was a smart woman. The news of Jiang Yue's expulsion did not escape the notice of the Nine Star Palace. Once Jiang Yue stepped down, her partner would have to be replaced.

After all, the Jiang Clan paid the highest information fee to the Nine Star Palace in the entire Holy Dragon Imperial State.

"Hehe, it seems Miss Wang Ling is a sensible person. Please have some tea." Jian Rufeng smiled and handed over a cup of Maojian tea, then sat down in front of the chessboard.

Wang Ling glanced at the fragrant tea in her hand, a slight smile curving her lips. This wasn't the first time she'd tasted this tea.

This tea has a slender and elegant appearance, a bright green color, visible white down, a clear liquor, a fresh, mellow, and sweet taste, and a high and lasting aroma, exactly the same as the tea that young man used to entertain guests.

I just don't know if Jian Rufeng's tea-making skills can surpass those of that young man.

"Miss Wang Ling, will you play black or white?" Jian Rufeng asked with a faint smile.

Wang Ling took a sip of Maojian tea, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she put down the teacup, and said with a smile, "Bai Zi is better now; it'll be easier to see the situation clearly."

"Alright, let's begin." Jian Rufeng picked up a black piece, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, Team Leader Jian, please."

. . .

Suburb

Jiang Yue picked up the apple from the ground again, wiped off the dust, and took a bite before freezing up: "Are you guys trying to send the Calabash Brothers to save Grandpa one by one?"

As soon as the sound faded, dozens of men dressed in black emerged from the nearby woods, each wielding a celestial sword. Their fierce gazes were fixed on Jiang Yue, and their spiritual energy surged, causing the birds and beasts in the forest to scatter in fright.

"Jiang Yue, you have two choices. One is to obediently kneel down and beg for mercy, and perhaps we will spare your body. The other is to resist and be killed on the spot!" A man dressed in a bright yellow sword robe raised his black sword and sneered.

Jiang Yue wasn't exactly friendly to this arrogant man. She rolled her eyes and pointed at Jian Kui, saying, "Jian Kui, you have two choices: either get out of here immediately, or stay here forever!"

Jian Kui is one of the five sword spirits of Jian Rufeng. He is in the late stage of the Condensation Realm and wields a black sword with unparalleled skill. His swordsmanship and internal strength are extremely profound. He once killed a cultivator in the third stage of the Primordial Realm on his own.

However, this record is nothing to Jiang Wushen, and not worth mentioning.

"Go! Whoever takes Jiang Yue's head will be rewarded with ten million!" Jian Kui's eyes narrowed, and without further ado, he gave the order.

Dozens of figures clad in black surged forth instantly, their immortal swords flashing with cold light as they stabbed at Jiang Yue from all directions.

"Jiang Yue! Prepare to die!"

As the attack came rushing in, Jiang Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she moved with the lightness of a ghost, quickly dodging the thrusting sword. She then clenched her fists and seized the opportunity to unleash a set of military combat techniques.

—Bang! Bang!

Soon, dozens of Wanjian Sect disciples fell to the ground groaning in pain, with various injuries to different parts of their bodies, clearly showing that Jiang Yue had not shown any mercy.

Seeing this, Jian Kui's expression turned serious, and he gripped his black sword tighter. He knew that he might not be able to defeat Jiang Yue in terms of spiritual energy, so he wanted to end the battle quickly through hand-to-hand combat.

After all, everyone is at the same Qi Condensation Realm, and their physical strength is similar. Moreover, it's a group fight against Jiang Yue, so the odds of winning should be much higher than competing in spiritual energy.

But to Jian Kui's utter surprise, hand-to-hand combat seemed to be Jiang Yue's forte, and they had no advantage in that area at all.

"This is your last chance, get out," Jiang Yue said coldly, staring at Jian Kui.

As a soldier in his previous life, he didn't forget anything he learned even after transmigrating. Hand-to-hand combat is just basic training for a soldier.

If Jiang Yue had a gun, she would show Jian Kui despair. With their strength, they would be far from being able to kill him. It's really hard to know what Jian Rufeng was thinking.

Trying to outnumber the enemy? For Jiang Yue, who has a spirit array, having more people is like throwing an egg against a rock, because a spirit array is a weapon of mass destruction. Due to its characteristics, it is widely used by the military. On the battlefield, a high-level spirit array can instantly wipe out tens of thousands of soldiers.

But with Jian Kui's small force, using a spirit array would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"Jiang Yue! Don't be so smug, fellow disciples, form a sword formation!" Jian Kui stomped his foot, and a surge of black spiritual energy erupted. The black sword in his hand emitted a faint sword hum, and the sword body transformed into a pillar of light, forming a white sword formation in the void.

Upon receiving the instruction, all the disciples channeled their spiritual energy and summoned their immortal swords, which transformed into spiritual light and merged into the white sword formation.

The sword formation immediately expanded, and the scattered winds within it tore through space, with an extremely powerful pressure like a giant palm pressing down on heaven and earth.

Jiang Yue's mind stirred, and a faint golden spiritual energy enveloped her body, dissolving the incoming wind. She said, rather speechless, "Sword Master, your sword formation is merely a low-grade Earth-level technique. Where do you get the confidence to use it?"

"You were there during last year's Martial God Tournament. I could even withstand a high-grade Earth-level Pure Lotus Heavenly Mystery Formation. Are you trying to be funny with this little broken formation?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Kui's eyes turned bloodshot, and his killing intent surged. He coldly shouted at Jiang Yue, "Stop talking nonsense! If you've got the guts, then try and take this!"

"Ten Thousand Swords, Scaled Slash!"

--call out!

Thousands of celestial silver swords burst forth from the sword formation, as dense and swift as venomous snakes spraying their venom, their accompanying sword energy tearing through shards of the void.

The silver sword suddenly magnified in her pupils. Jiang Yue shook her head slightly, a hint of disdain on her face. She took a step forward, clenching her fist, and golden spiritual energy frantically gathered on her finger bones: "Sword Master, open your eyes wide and see clearly the difference between you and me! And you disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect, a bunch of brainless trash!"

"High-grade Earth-level skill, Savage Bear Shattering Sword Fist!"