Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Jiang Yueming watched Zhang Yuqian leave quietly, rolling her eyes.

He knew this woman didn't believe him.

"System, open panel"

As soon as he finished speaking, a light blue virtual panel appeared in front of him.

[Name] Jiang Yueming

[Cultivation Level] Late Stage of Nascent Soul Realm

[Techniques] Golden Light Realm (Beginner) Holy Golden Seal (Perfect) Demon-Suppressing and Heaven-Sealing Fist (Mastery)

[Spiritual Consciousness] 10.0

[Passive] Dragon's Might (Intermediate) Wind and Thunder (Beginner)

Lifespan: 157 days

"It seems that the training this night was worthwhile."

His cultivation level has advanced from the mid-stage to the late-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and this improvement in strength will be of great benefit to the situation he will face next.

Last time, Zhang Yuan only made a simple move and didn't even go all out, yet he was almost killed on the spot.

If Zhang Yuqian hadn't helped him at the crucial moment, he would have been pulverized under that terrifying spiritual pressure.

"But she doesn't believe me..." Thinking of Zhang Yuqian, Jiang Yueming couldn't help but smile bitterly, recalling her regretful expression just now.

This Jiang family hunting tournament is a good opportunity for him to accumulate simulation points.

As for Zhang Yuqian's concerns about his skills, that's a joke.

Putting aside his military background in his previous life, his passive "Dragon Might" alone is enough to make those so-called Jiang family prodigies nowhere to hunt!

"The hunting tournament, I wonder how many simulation points I'll get this time? I'm really looking forward to it."

……

three days later.

The Jiang family, Nanyuan Hunting Ground.

The Nanyuan Hunting Ground is the largest hunting ground in the entire Imperial State, covering an area of ​​600 square kilometers. It contains thousands of species of ferocious birds and beasts, with a total of 100,000 wild animals available for hunting.

Every year on the fifteenth of March, the Jiang family holds their hunting festival, which attracts a lot of attention and crowds as soon as it begins.

It wasn't because there was anything particularly interesting to see, but rather because all the pastries and drinks at the event were free.

What's even more appealing is that a large roasted pig is served to the table every ten minutes, and it's free.

That's delicious roasted meat!

In those feudal times, ordinary people might not be able to eat meat for decades, and even those who were better off only had the chance to taste meat during the New Year.

But with the Jiang family offering such generous gifts at the hunting competition, how could anyone not be tempted?

"Cousin, look at these people. How are they any different from beggars?"

At the Jiang family's main hunting platform, under a large yellow sunshade, a young man in golden brocade robes rubbed the white jade thumb ring on his finger, a mocking expression on his face.

His gaze was now fixed on the food platform in the distance, where a huge crowd of people were frantically grabbing at the food.

On the main stage, Jiang Hui glanced around briefly, then smiled and said, "They're actually better than your cousin Jiang Yueming."

"I heard that Jiang Yueming hasn't been allowed into the kitchen these past few days."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Haoheng scoffed, "Cousin, he's just a disliked adopted son. Why are you bringing him up?"

"Besides, the Jiang family has never minded the death of another servant."

In fact, the family cared less about the death of Jiang Yueming than about the servants.

"Don't say such things carelessly. If that arrogant Zhang family member hears you, you'll be in big trouble," Jiang Hui said with a smile, snapping his ink-painted landscape fan shut.

"You mean Zhang Yuqian will be attending this hunting tournament?" Zhang Haoheng asked hurriedly, his expression slightly shocked.

According to past practice, the two families in Dizhou would never participate in the tricks orchestrated by the Jiang family.

Because they all knew that this hunting competition was not fair at all, and there were many underhanded tricks involved.

"She will definitely participate, so don't be careless. After all, she's a martial arts genius."

A cold voice suddenly rang out behind Jiang Hui, and a narrow-eyed man dressed in black armor slowly walked over.

"Greetings, Brother Jiang Wu!" Jiang Hui and his companion bowed solemnly to the narrow-eyed man.

Jiang Wu is the true pillar of the younger generation of the Jiang family, second only to the family head Jiang Xuan in terms of status and power.

"Yes, let's go, let's go greet our cousin Yueming together," Jiang Wu nodded, a hint of coldness rising in his deep eyes, and said calmly.

"Cousin Yueming?" Jiang Haoheng asked to himself, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"I just received news that he will also be attending the hunting tournament, but as a passerby."

Jiang Wu didn't say anything more and walked straight towards the hunting area for passersby in the distance.

Jiang Haoheng and Jiang Hui exchanged a glance, each seeing the schadenfreude in the other's eyes, and then followed closely behind.

Jiang Yueming is going to be in big trouble this time, as his cousin Jiang Wu will personally take care of him.

As expected, the loss of the title of Martial God remained an unresolved resentment in his heart.

Jiang Yueming was picking out weapons, but her face was full of worry.

The bows and arrows in this armory are all defective; the bowstrings are old and stiff, and the arrowheads are rusty and dusty—not a single one of them is usable.

If you take these things into the hunting grounds, you'd probably find the passersby to be the prey.

Jiang Yueming looked down at her hands and said helplessly, "Am I going to have to fight monsters bare-handed again?"

"Cousin Yueming, why didn't you tell me you were coming? I could have arranged some top-quality hunting gear for you."

Just as Jiang Yueming was lost in thought, a hearty laugh rang in his ears.

He turned his head and saw a man in black armor walking towards him with a smile on his face.

"Greetings, Brother Jiang Wu," Jiang Yueming greeted the man as he approached, bowing with clasped hands.

In the memories of his predecessor, Jiang Wu did not have any contemptuous intentions towards him. On the contrary, he felt a little guilty for taking away his title of Martial God.

Jiang Wu smiled slightly and personally helped Jiang Yueming up, saying, "We're all family, no need for formalities. What others think of you doesn't represent your cousin, so I hope you won't take it to heart."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming was clearly taken aback, her mind racing.

Ever since he came out of the illusion, he had been subjected to all sorts of disdain and contempt. Jiang Wu was the second person who could find him agreeable.

"Cousin, come with me. As the precious son of my family, you should not be choosing hunting tools in a place like this."

Before Jiang Yueming could speak, Jiang Wu grabbed his arm and led him toward the Jiang family's main hunting platform.

His face remained smiling, showing no sign of looking down on Jiang Yueming.

This action immediately aroused confusion and anger from Jiang Hui and his companion.

Jiang Haoheng was the first to lose his temper, standing alone in front of Jiang Yueming and shouting, "Cousin, you can leave, but Jiang Yueming must not go up to the main stage!"

Only regular members of the Jiang family and important guests are allowed to go up to the main hunting platform of the Jiang family. If Jiang Yueming also goes up, wouldn't that be a blatant embarrassment?

Is he, an adopted son, a member of the Jiang family, or an important guest?

Furthermore, these proud sons of their families had previously had many complaints about Jiang Yueming, so who would be willing to work alongside him all of a sudden?

"Jiang Haoheng, are you going to move aside or not?"

Seeing the obstruction, Jiang Wu's face darkened, and his hawk-like gaze fell on Jiang Haoheng.

Jiang Haoheng felt a chill run through his body, but he remained motionless, responding to Jiang Wu with silence.

boom!

Jiang Wu's black iron armor trembled, and he kicked Jiang Haoheng away with his left foot.

"Cousin, don't be angry. These guys are used to looking down on you; they're really extremely arrogant."

Jiang Yueming watched as Jiang Haoheng took a kick and rolled to the side, laughing, "It's alright, with my cousin here, everything will be fine."

His words seemed to carry a deeper meaning, yet his expression remained calm.

Seeing that Jiang Haoheng had been taught a lesson, Jiang Hui swallowed hard and dared not make a sound, obediently following behind Jiang Wu.

The three of them walked together toward the main hunting platform. Just as they were about to step onto the platform, the eyes of the two women on the platform fell on Jiang Yueming.

Immediately, a similar thought came to mind.

"How could he get on stage?"