Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

--boom!

A golden fist shadow surged upwards against the silver sword tide in the void. The moment the fist and sword collided, a massive shockwave of spiritual energy swept outwards, and the mournful cry of the broken sword echoed in all directions. As the immortal sword shattered, the white sword formation also became somewhat ethereal.

Finally, at the moment the fist struck the center of the formation, the powerful spiritual energy clashed and shook the space, causing the sword formation to suddenly shatter into fragments that fell to the ground.

Jiang Yue suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, staggered back a few steps, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and frowned deeply.

He was actually injured by the spiritual energy wave. Based on strength, this was impossible. The spiritual power generated by such a collision was far from being able to cause a counterattack.

"Haha, how does Jiang Yue feel about being poisoned?" Jian Kui sneered, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

Poisoned!

Jiang Yue's gaze immediately fell on the half-eaten apple on the ground, her face revealing murderous intent: "Jian Rufeng made you do this, didn't he?"

"Yes, so what? I knew you'd eat those apples," Jian Kui said with a mocking smile. Jiang Yue's strength had greatly diminished, so she was no longer as cautious and fearful as before.

Jiang Yue chuckled softly: "Heh, I knew with your brain, how could you possibly think of poisoning me?"

"You! Go and kill him!" Upon hearing Jiang Yue's mockery, Jian Kui was enraged. He swung his black sword and went straight for Jiang Yue, with his disciples following closely behind.

Jiang Yue was in a weakened state, having been poisoned by the Spirit-Slaying Powder. His strength was less than a third of what it used to be, making it easier for him to kill him than to crush an ant.

As the sword attack drew ever closer, Jiang Yue's lips curled into a smile. She moved her feet slightly, a faint golden spiritual energy appearing, and then shouted towards the swordsman behind him, "Sword Rufeng, you've come at the perfect time! Today I'll take your dog's head!"

—Whoosh!

Upon hearing the young master's name, the Wanjian Sect disciples all paused, only to find that there was nothing there when they turned around. They had been tricked by Jiang Yue!

When Jian Kui turned around again, Jiang Yue's figure had already vanished without a trace, leaving only the boy's clear, mocking voice.

"Sword Master, eat more walnuts to nourish your brain."

However, strangely, Jian Kui's face did not show any anger. Instead, he laughed loudly: "Hehe, Jiang Yue, Jiang Yue, it's you who needs to work on your brain."

"Lord Kui, should we give chase? He's been poisoned and his spiritual energy is blocked, so he shouldn't have gone far," a disciple asked cautiously, noticing the strange smile on Jian Kui's face.

Sword Master sheathed his black sword, waved his hand, and replied with a sinister smile, "No need. Take stock of our men, and we'll wait at the bottom of Falling Moon Cliff."

"Wait? Excuse me, sir, what are we waiting for?"

A glint of malice flashed in Jian Kui's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Wait for the final hunt!"

. . .

剑阁

The game between Jian Rufeng and Wang Ling has entered a heated phase, but there are clearly more living black stones than white stones on the board, so Jian Rufeng is obviously in the lead at this point.

"Miss, it seems we're going to lose," Ruoshui's beautiful eyes swept across the chessboard, and she said worriedly into Roushui's delicate ear.

Upon hearing this, Rou Shui glanced at the chessboard but remained silent, her gaze falling on Wang Lingshen, who continued to play his white pieces calmly and without any sign of panic.

If we were to use a war analogy, Wang Ling's white army has been cornered by the black pieces, and the outcome will be decided very soon.

"Miss Wang Ling, how about I..."

"No need, Team Leader Jian, the outcome can't be decided until the very end," Wang Ling interrupted Jian Rufeng's offer to give him a piece, and then placed a piece on the edge of the chessboard.

Jian Rufeng, seeing where Bai Zi had landed, was slightly startled and laughed, "Miss Wang, are you going to fight to the death?"

When Wang Ling placed his white piece, all the living pieces at the edge of the board became dead pieces, like an army forced to jump off a cliff. However, this suicidal act balanced the situation on the board.

"As Sun Tzu said, 'Place yourself in a desperate situation and you will survive.' Now that Jian is in the lead, Wang Ling has no choice but to take a gamble," Wang Ling said with a slight smile.

"Alright, I hope Miss Wang's Bai Zizhen will be able to survive."

. . .

Falling Moon Cliff

Jiang Yue staggered up, her face pale and her clothes stained with blood, looking rather disheveled.

Just now, while passing through the woods, I was suddenly attacked by a banyan tree. I fought desperately and managed to escape by seizing an opening.

Jiang Yue leaned against a stone tablet, shook her head, and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Sure enough, as my strength declined, my physical acuity and perception also decreased."

If it weren't for the poisoning, Jiang Yue wouldn't have been able to notice Jian Rong and the others so late in the woods.

That damn sword is sharp! You just wait, I'll definitely kill you when I get the chance.

"Is Jiang Yue still running?"

Upon hearing the good news, Jiang Yue immediately looked up and said with a wry smile, "Sister Rong, could you please turn a blind eye to how handsome I am?"

"No way~" A woman in a silver robe winked her beautiful eyes at Jiang Yue and smiled.

The woman's hair was like spring clouds, her eyes like autumn pools, her beauty like a lotus emerging from the water, and her charm like the morning glow reflecting on snow. Her looks were in no way inferior to Wang Ling's. She and Jiang Yue had once had some acquaintance.

"Oh, Sister Rong, that's not right of you," Jiang Yue suddenly stood up and leaned close to Jian Rong's delicate body, laughing.

"How dare you, Jiang Yue! Don't come near Lord Rong!" As Jiang Yue got so close to Jian Rong, a disciple behind her immediately swung his sword to strike her.

"Put down your sword," Jianrong suddenly uttered softly.

The disciple, still unwilling to give up after being reprimanded, said, "Lord Rong, what if he kidnaps you? What will we do then?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Rong's jade-like face turned cold. She turned around and asked sharply, "Do you think he can do anything to me? Step aside!"

This time, Jian Rufeng sent out disciples who were all at the Qi Condensation Realm. He really went all out. Jiang Yue's current strength is only at the Divine Transformation Realm, so she really can't do anything to Jian Rong.

"Yes, I hope Lord Jianrong will not forget Young Master Jian's instructions, nor will he forget the resentment of my Ten Thousand Swords Sect for suppressing us over the past four years!" After saying this, the disciple withdrew tactfully.

Reminded of this, Jian Rong's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked at Jiang Yue coldly, saying, "You heard it too, Jiang Wushen. You can't escape today."

- Swish!

In a flash, Jiang Yue opened her arms and suddenly hugged Jian Rong. The faint fragrance of her hair filled her nostrils, and the soft touch of her chest made her heart tremble. She parted her lips slightly and said affectionately, "I know I can't escape death today. I won't make things difficult for Sister Rong. I only hope to hold you in my last moments."

"I really want to taste my sister's fried rice again. I wonder if I can still eat it in heaven. I really miss it..."

This action directly shocked the Wanjian Sect disciples behind her, their eyes filled with jealousy and killing intent. They usually followed Jian Rong like dogs, but they never even got a second glance from her.

You got me in just a few words!

Jian Rong's face was flushed, and a soft moan escaped her red lips. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her shoulder, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He... he cried!

What should I do? But I can't...

Fried rice with egg is a beautiful memory for Jianrong and Jiangyue. Over the years, she has suppressed this feeling, constantly telling herself that she only feels gratitude towards him and nothing else.

But Jiang Yue's sudden embrace caught Jian Rong off guard and threw him into disarray, shattering his gratitude. But they were enemies!

"Holy crap! Jiang Yueming, you're so damn shameless! You even have this kind of trick up your sleeve!" Even God couldn't help but complain about this scene.

Jian Rong took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes hardening, and whispered in Jiang Yue's ear, "I'll let you go, you've taken me hostage."

Wen Yin Jiang Yue suddenly released Jian Rong, gazed at her, shook her head, and smiled, "I told you, I wouldn't make things difficult for A Rong."

"But you..."

Before Jian Rong could finish speaking, Jiang Yue turned around, ran to the edge of the cliff, and jumped off.

"Go back now, Sister Rong. We'll meet again someday!"

After her initial surprise, Jianrong quickly ran to the edge of the cliff. Looking down, she saw that the rain and mist obscured the bottom of the mountain, and she could not find Jiang Yue's figure either.

She lightly pounded the ground with her jade-like hand, gritted her teeth, and said coquettishly, "You idiot, it's you who's making things difficult for your older sister by jumping down."