Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Dressed in silver armor, Zhang Yuqian held a silver Zen bow in her delicate hand, aiming it at a distant wooden target. Her slender fingers held the white feathers of the arrow, and her eyes were fixed on the bullseye.

call out!

In a flash, she released her nimble fingers, and an arrow pierced through the void, its cold arrowhead flashing with a chilling light, striking the bullseye.

The wooden target trembled slightly, and a few cracks appeared on the supporting pillar below, demonstrating the immense force of the arrow's impact.

Jiang Wu and Jiang Guting, who were standing to the side, were both surprised, and their respect for Zhang Yuqian increased even more.

Archery is inherently difficult, but hitting the bullseye is even more challenging.

Consider that they have practiced archery for decades, and the number of times they have hit the bullseye is only a handful!

Moreover, the distance was a full 100 meters, and the bullseye must have been incredibly small, yet Zhang Yuqian was able to pinpoint it accurately and hit it with a single arrow.

The martial arts prodigy truly lives up to his reputation.

"Jiang Yueming, did you see that clearly? Do you want me to demonstrate again?"

Zhang Yuqian caught a glimpse of the shock on Jiang Wu's and the other's faces, but ignored it and instead handed her precious bow to Jiang Yueming.

There was an indescribable emotion in his eyes, as if it were both anticipation and mockery.

Jiang Yueming had a helpless look on his face. He reached out and took the Silver Zen Bow, then took a step forward, held the bow, and aimed at the target.

He then placed a white-feathered arrow on the bowstring, assuming a posture as if about to draw the bow.

Seeing this, Jiang Guting grinned, rubbing his fingers together in his palm, and said, "Jiang Yueming, you only have one chance, so you'd better make the most of it."

He didn't think Jiang Yueming could hit the target. Jiang Wu had been teaching him for so long without any results, and Zhang Yuqian still dared to boast that she only needed one arrow.

He really wanted to see if this martial arts prodigy could teach this hopeless fellow how to shoot arrows.

Jiang Wu stood silently to the side, pondering how to bring Jiang Yueming into the hunting tournament.

Because he also believed that Jiang Yueming had no chance of hitting the target.

"Hey, don't you have anything to say?" Jiang Yueming turned around and looked at Zhang Yuqian, who was smiling.

He always felt that this girl's sudden decision to teach archery was motivated by ulterior motives...

Zhang Yuqian pondered for a moment, then gently moved closer to Jiang Yueming, reaching out her soft hand to grasp his.

The instantaneous, boneless touch caused Jiang Yueming to tremble, and the faint fragrance of a young girl filled her nostrils and soothed her heart and lungs.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze to Zhang Yuqian, where half of her exquisite profile came into view. Her black hair swayed, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white neck, and her earlobes were flushed slightly.

But her gaze remained fixed on the distant target as she said softly, "Hold your hand steady, and if you try to do it again this time, I'll break your fingers when we get back."

"Uh... what are you pretending for... I really don't know how," Jiang Yueming said with a wry smile.

Zhang Yuqian's eyes suddenly turned to Jiang Yueming. Their eyes met, and her face flushed. She said sternly, "Jiang Yueming, do you know what those people on the main stage are saying about you?"

"I know these so-called powerful families. If you want to shut them up, prove to them now that you're not a pushover!"

As she finished speaking, Zhang Yuqian gazed at Jiang Yueming with her beautiful eyes, a strong sense of anticipation deep within them.

She believed that the young man who could laugh so confidently that night was no ordinary person!

Jiang Yueming looked at Zhang Yuqian, whose pretty face was slightly flushed, and smiled knowingly, "Alright, after all, I can't lose my reputation as a martial arts prodigy."

"It's not my reputation, it's yours," Zhang Yuqian said, releasing Jiang Yueming's hand and taking a small step back to avoid getting in his way.

Jiang Yueming nodded slightly, his eyes focused as he raised the precious bow and drew the bowstring taut. The sound of the white feathers rubbing together was clearly audible, and the arrowhead was aimed at the empty wooden target.

The next moment, he suddenly released the bowstring, and with a bang, the string vibrated and an arrow shot out with a whoosh.

Click!

A sharp sound of an arrow splitting rang out, several white feathers floated in the air, and the two halves of the log fell to the ground.

Jiang Guting took a closer look, and a look of shock quickly appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Yueming's arrow didn't hit the empty wooden target; instead, it pierced through Zhang Yuqian's previous arrow and struck the bullseye!

"This...this is impossible!"

Jiang Wu was stunned by the arrow on the bullseye in the distance, his face filled with disbelief.

He taught Jiang Yueming archery for so long, and it turns out he's been fooling her all along!

"Hey, aren't you going too far?" Zhang Yuqian patted Jiang Yueming's shoulder lightly, her words carrying a hint of complaint, but the smile on her lips was impossible to hide.

Jiang Yueming handed the precious bow back to her, touched his nose, and smiled, "Didn't you tell me to show off?"

"Then you can't step on my head to show off, can you?"

Zhang Yuqian rolled her eyes at him, but secretly she was delighted.

Clang! Clang!

Suddenly, a large bell rang out from the main hunting platform, plunging the entire venue into an uproar. The sound of the bell signified the official start of the hunting competition.

"Jiang Yueming, how about a competition? Let's see who hunts more!"

Zhang Yuqian's red lips curved slightly, but a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes as she nodded to Jiang Yueming.

"Okay, you're definitely going to lose anyway," Jiang Yueming said with a slight smile, her words carrying a hint of gratitude.

He knew her invitation had ulterior motives; the Jiang family hunting tournament had always been a hot topic in the Imperial State.

If Jiang Yueming could defeat Zhang Yuqian, the pride of the Imperial State, at the conference, his reputation would soar, and his situation in the Jiang family would be much better than it is now.

"Thank you," Jiang Yueming finally said.

Zhang Yuqian blinked her bright eyes, a deep smile playing on them, and took Jiang Yueming's wrist, saying, "No need to thank me, the outcome between us is still undecided."

"Let's go in!"

Jiang Yueming moved his body, feeling the girl's gentle pull, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

After they emerged from the illusion, Zhang Yuqian was the only one who remained kind to him and cared for him from beginning to end.

……

Three days later, shocking news spread from the Jiang family's South Garden hunting grounds: the former Jiang family's good-for-nothing had joined forces with Zhang Yuqian, the pride of the Imperial State, to kill more than 30,000 ferocious beasts.

What's even more remarkable is that the two agreed to distribute all the meat spoils from their hunt to families in the Empire who couldn't afford meat.

Everyone received a share, and everyone wore a joyful expression, deeply grateful to Jiang Yueming and Zhang Yuqian.

In an instant, the entire imperial state was filled with joy and celebration.

Therefore, Jiang Yueming's reputation as a good-for-nothing has been widely discussed, and the Jiang family has been forced to re-emphasize the importance of this adopted son under pressure.

His reputation has improved somewhat, which naturally makes some people feel uneasy.

"Hmph! Zhang Yuqian is a fool too! She actually wants to promote that adopted son!"

Inside a stone pavilion, Jiang Xue's face showed a slight displeasure as she swung her whip at a stone table in front of her, causing the table to shatter with a loud bang.

This shows just how intense her anger was at that moment.

Jiang Hui sat upright on a chair in the pavilion, his face gloomy and silent.

He never expected that Jiang Yueming would be able to turn things around through the hunting tournament.

Now, every time they step outside, they're met with a barrage of insults, saying that their cousins ​​have no conscience and that they made things difficult for Jiang Yueming in the past.

"This is infuriating!" Jiang Haoheng, sitting on the stone bench across the street, was seething with anger, his eyes bloodshot.

"How about we go teach him a lesson to vent our anger?"

Jiang Haoheng suddenly stood up and looked at Jiang Hui and the others, offering his suggestions.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xue raised her eyes and sneered, brandishing her whip and striking the floor with a crackling sound: "Go where? Aren't there enough rumors going on outside already?"

After being reprimanded, Jiang Haoheng sat back down on the corridor bench, utterly frustrated: "I'm so aggrieved!"

"Hehe, are you still sulking here? If you don't go and see your cousin Yueming soon, you might never have the chance again."