Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"The council chamber?"

Jiang Yueming, dressed in a bright black robe, looked up at a magnificent palace in front of him and said.

The maid in green had directed him here, supposedly because someone wanted to see him.

But who exactly is he? What is the real purpose of meeting him?

He couldn't get any of this out of her.

After all, the maid seemed unwilling to pay attention to him, and he didn't continue to try to win her over.

"Is today going to be the 100th day...?"

Jiang Yueming glanced at the rising sun on the horizon, his brow furrowing slightly, before striding into the council hall.

If it were the hundredth day, he could probably guess why the patriarch had summoned him to the council hall.

It's nothing more than a matter of fate contract.

Unfortunately, there aren't enough simulation points right now, so we can only go in and see how it goes.

Inside the hall, as Jiang Yueming stepped deeper, his view gradually opened up, and the first thing he saw was a middle-aged man in a demon robe sitting high on a golden tiger bone chair.

He knew that this person was probably the patriarch, Jiang Xuan!

In other words, he was the culprit who sent his predecessor into the Heavenly Thunder Illusion.

Next were the elders seated on both sides of the main hall, a total of eight people sitting on either side.

The elders seemed very unhappy about his entry into the council hall; their eyes were filled with disgust.

It seems that being an adopted son was probably a burden for them.

No matter how you look at it, the Jiang family is a renowned and prestigious family, yet they managed to raise such an incompetent child.

If this gets out, the Jiang family's reputation will definitely be damaged.

However, Jiang Yueming didn't pay much attention to the elders' glances. Instead, it was a group of white-robed men standing not far from Jiang Xuan who caught his attention.

There were about a dozen people in white robes, each holding a black scimitar. One of them, an old man with a white beard, had been watching him intently ever since he left the council hall.

It was as if they were assessing the value of some object.

The old man's actions made Jiang Yueming feel uncomfortable, but he could vaguely sense that this old man was the person who wanted to see him today.

"Greeting the Patriarch," Jiang Yueming stopped and symbolically bowed to Jiang Xuan.

Considering the presence of guests, Jiang Xuan replied casually, "No need for formalities."

"Jiang Hui, get them a chair."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man dressed in a golden robe with a sword mark between his eyebrows slowly walked out from behind the screen in the main hall, carrying a wooden chair in his hand.

He placed the chair behind the elderly man in the white robe, looking very respectful: "Elder Zhang, please take a seat."

Old Zhang smiled and nodded, a hint of appreciation in his eyes, before sitting down on the wooden chair.

At this moment, Jiang Hui turned his gaze to Jiang Yueming and said feignedly, "Oh dear, I misunderstood the head of the family and only took a wooden chair."

"I think my cousin Yueming will forgive my foolish brother."

Jiang Yueming raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem too moved, casually saying, "It's alright, you can stand there."

Jiang Xuan clearly said it was "them" before, but Jiang Hui only brought one chair.

All the excuses about being a servant are just a pretext; they really want to embarrass him in front of the Zhang family.

Everyone with eyes can see this, yet he still puts on an act, trying to impress Old Zhang.

It's disgusting.

"Standing is fine too; young people are physically strong, standing a bit won't cause any harm."

Old Zhang stroked his white beard as he looked at Jiang Yueming and chuckled softly.

"Of course, you've seen Old Master Zhang now, shouldn't we set a date for his marriage?"

Jiang Xuan squinted as he answered Elder Zhang's words.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang looked Jiang Yueming up and down again and said, "Everyone says Jiang Yueming is a good-for-nothing, but I don't think so."

"That good-for-nothing has the good fortune to marry into our Zhang family?"

"Hahaha…"

As soon as Elder Zhang finished speaking, the white-robed disciples standing beside him burst into laughter.

"Yes, if a son-in-law can marry into a family, he must be nothing but a good-for-nothing."

"That's right, from now on, if anyone dares to call you trash, I'll stand up for you!"

"Exactly! What kind of skill is it to bully a good-for-nothing? Besides, our son-in-law isn't even good-for-nothing, so what right do they have to bully him?"

A barrage of comments, seemingly praising but actually criticizing, reached Jiang Yueming's ears. He knew his limits, but his tone turned cold as he said, "Old Zhang, is it? You didn't come here just to glance at me, did you?"

"Hehe, of course we're not just here to see the son-in-law. Our main purpose is to obtain the life contract as soon as possible so that the son-in-law can receive the Zhang family's protection."

A life contract?

Jiang Yueming was startled. This life contract could determine his future life and death. Once it fell into the hands of the Zhang family, his marriage into the Zhang family would be a foregone conclusion.

He could no longer change things that his predecessor had never wanted to do.

No! This life contract cannot be handed over yet!

"Elder Zhang, isn't this matter of the contract of destiny too hasty? I haven't even met the nobleman of the Zhang family once," Jiang Yueming immediately voiced his dissent.

"How about I meet her once, and then personally hand over the life contract to her?"

In the current situation, we can only drag it out and wait for a simulation point to emerge before finding a way out.

"How dare you! Jiang Yueming, do you think you have the right to speak?"

Jiang Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up, angrily rebuking Jiang Yueming.

Jiang Yueming repeatedly opposed the marriage proposal, which was tantamount to challenging his authority within the family.

Is he really just a figurehead as the head of the family?

"I may not have the right to speak, but my fate is still in my own hands!"

Jiang Yueming's eyes turned cold as he pulled out a dagger he had prepared beforehand and held it to his neck.

"If I die, then this marriage is over!"

He has no choice now but to threaten suicide if there is any chance of survival. Otherwise, once the life contract is handed over to the Zhang family, everything will be over.

"Heh, Jiang Yueming, you dare threaten me?" Jiang Xuan's eyes blazed with anger as he stared coldly at Jiang Yueming.

"No, patriarch, you misunderstand. I'm not threatening you. I just want to personally give the life contract to that noble person."

Jiang Yueming raised her eyes to look at Jiang Xuan, her expression neither humble nor arrogant.

He knew he couldn't afford to completely break ties with Jiang Xuanzhen right now, nor could he push him too far.

The two faced off, and the entire council hall fell silent. All the elders held their breath and stared at the dagger in Jiang Yueming's hand.

They were also shocked. Jiang Yueming in the past would never have dared to do such a thing, but now that he had come out of the Heavenly Thunder Illusion, his temperament had become a bit more stubborn.

It's like he's a completely different person; it's so strange.

"Young master, you may take action. All we need is your blood."

After a long while, a sinister smile appeared on Zhang Laogan's dry face, and he spoke, breaking the deadlock.

As soon as Zhang Lao finished speaking, Jiang Yueming's silver knife trembled, and he was slightly startled and a little lost in thought.

Seeing an opportunity, Jiang Hui quickly stepped forward and snatched the knife from Jiang Yueming, lecturing him, "Did you hear that, cousin? Don't be impulsive. Marrying into the Zhang family is a good thing in some ways."

"Is this a good thing...?" Jiang Yueming came to her senses, but the knife had already been taken away. She sighed with a wry smile.

The old saying has already been said to this extent, so faking suicide is useless; all that's left is to rely on simulation.

At least he still has a cheat code, and there's still hope of getting the life contract back.

Jiang Xuan noticed that the atmosphere in the hall was gradually returning to normal. He sat down again in the golden tiger-bone chair and flicked his finger: "Elder Zhang, this is Jiang Yueming's life contract. You can take it."

As he spoke, wisps of spiritual energy swirled and condensed into a blank sheet of paper. Then, a drop of blood from between Jiang Yueming's brows flew out, landing on the yellow paper like a dewdrop. Immediately, many birth dates appeared on the paper, each word determining the tragic fate of a pitiful young man!

Finally, the scrap paper seemed to float slowly to Old Zhang's front as if it possessed a spirit.

Throughout the entire process, Jiang Yueming could only helplessly watch with his eyes open. Although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice in this transaction that concerned his life.

"Then thank you, Patriarch Jiang." Old Zhang reached out and accepted the life contract, stroking it and smiling.

He picked up the contract of fate and sneered at Jiang Yueming, "Be a good live-in son-in-law, and our Zhang family won't mistreat you. Otherwise, you're just a useless piece of trash wasting our food."

As soon as Zhang finished speaking, his attendants couldn't help but get to know the soon-to-be son-in-law better, each of them wearing a grin on their face.

"Young master, you should be grateful. After all, my young lady comes from a prestigious family and is a martial arts genius that comes along only once in a century. Who in the entire Imperial State doesn't admire her? Besides, your status has already taken a huge leap since you entered the family. Others wouldn't even have a chance to climb up to you. You should cherish this opportunity."

"My young lady is not only highly skilled in cultivation and a supreme martial artist, but she also possesses a beauty that could be described as otherworldly. It is a blessing that the son-in-law has accumulated in his past life to be able to marry into the family."

"Young master, don't worry, after you join the family, I'll have Ah Cai from the kitchen look after you. Anyone who bullies you, just let Ah Cai bite them!"

Upon hearing the sarcastic words, Jiang Yueming's brows furrowed in displeasure, but the displeasure quickly dissipated, and a smile appeared on her face. She said to the Zhang family's attendants, "Rest assured, everyone, I haven't yet mastered the art of bullying others, but I do know a thing or two about repaying kindness. I will certainly not mistreat you all after I enter the manor."

"Hmph, the affairs of the Zhang family are none of your business, you outsider!" Old Master Zhang glanced at his attendant, whose face had darkened, and spoke, trying to save face.

As soon as he received the life contract, Jiang Yueming could immediately sense a dramatic change in Zhang Lao's attitude, which went from subtle sarcasm to overt mockery.

Ha, one second he was the son-in-law, and now he's an outsider.

"Jiang Yueming, you don't actually think you can get this life contract back, do you?" Old Zhang sneered when he saw that Jiang Yueming seemed unconvinced.

"Don't forget your current situation. If they won't help you, I refuse to believe anyone else will."

Jiang Yueming lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The old man was right. From the moment he stepped into the council hall, the people in the clan either looked at him with disdain and distance or with a gloating expression, completely cutting him off from the group.

"Therefore, young people should assess the situation carefully and not always think about threatening others with their lives."

"I'll accept this life contract," Old Zhang deliberately showed off the life contract in front of Jiang Yueming, then slowly rolled it up and put it in his pocket.

Jiang Yueming watched these actions but showed no intention of speaking.

What could he say?

He couldn't say anything...

My voice carries little weight!

When can language become a weapon that hurts people?

When it is no longer language that hurts, language will become a true weapon!

"presumptuous!"

"Zhang Jianyuan, give him back his life contract!"

Just as Zhang Jianyuan was about to completely seize the life contract, a series of rapid hoofbeats suddenly sounded outside the hall, and an invisible pressure swept over.

Whoa!

After the sound of reins being pulled back and the hoofbeats ceased, a woman dressed in silver armor and a red battle robe draped over her shoulders strode into the council hall, her black leather boots jingling.

The woman had her black ponytail tied high, and there was a touch of heroic spirit between her brows. The red blood on her fair cheeks had not completely dried, making them appear half red and half black.

She reeked of blood, as if she had just come from a battlefield.

"Zhang Jianyuan, I order you to return the marriage contract to her. We'll discuss the matter of your marriage into her family later!"