Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"You dare threaten me?"

Jiang Xuan narrowed his eyes, a murderous glint instantly appearing on his face.

Jiang Yueming shook his head again and said, "How dare I, a mere adopted son, threaten you?"

"But if something happens to me, who will marry into the Zhang family? Or whose blood can save the Zhang family's precious son?"

Although his words seemed to contain no threat whatsoever, they undeniably struck a nerve with Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Yueming's words were true; if something happened to him, it would be difficult to explain to the Zhang family.

"Jiang Yueming, you seem to have changed since you came out of the illusion." Jiang Xuan looked up and stared into Jiang Yueming's eyes, trying to see through them.

In the past, Jiang Yueming would never have dared to say a single word to him, let alone now subtly remind him to be mindful of the situation.

Jiang Yueming noticed the cold gaze, but she wasn't afraid and went straight to meet it, saying, "What's the difference? You're the one who's getting more and more confused."

"If I were you, I would put me down right now, serve me the best food and wine, and wait for me to marry into the Jiang family and complete the alliance between the Jiang and Zhang families."

The words landed with the force of a thousand pounds, immediately sparking a flurry of discussion among the disciples.

"Does Jiang Yueming have a death wish? The patriarch hates being threatened more than anything else in his life."

"This adopted son dares to speak to the patriarch like that; he's probably doomed. But he's courting death!"

"Sigh, Jiang Yueming is incredibly foolish. Of all things to say, he had to threaten the patriarch. The grass on this mass grave is going to grow even taller."

"..."

In a pavilion beside the square, Jiang Xue looked down at Jiang Yueming with her beautiful eyes, a mocking glint in her eyes. She sneered, "This Jiang Yueming deserves to die. Does he really think that a mere status as a son-in-law can render the patriarch helpless?"

"Yes, even if he dies, as long as his blood is extracted in time, it will not be a big problem for the Zhang family," Jiang Hui said with a smile, tapping his palm lightly with his ink painting fan.

The reason the Zhang family specifically named Jiang Yueming to marry into their family was because of his blood. Did he really think he could become a son-in-law?

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Does he even deserve it, given his insignificant, ant-like status?

Jiang Hui wasn't the only one who looked down on Jiang Yueming; Jiang Haoheng also wore a gloating expression, waiting for Jiang Xuan to teach this adopted son a lesson.

He still remembered the kick Jiang Wu had given him earlier. If it weren't for Jiang Yueming, he wouldn't have gotten kicked for no reason.

Besides, he never bothered to associate with Jiang Yueming, so he was naturally happy to see him in trouble.

Down in the attic.

Jiang Xuan brandished his fiery whip, which lashed the floor like a venomous snake, leaving deep fiery craters. He looked at Jiang Yueming and laughed, "Do you really think marrying into the family is your biggest bargaining chip?"

Jiang Yueming paused for a moment, then asked in return, "You should know the true value of my marriage into the family, shouldn't you?"

"So what if you know? Even if you die, as long as your blood is still flowing, the Zhang family won't care whether you live or die."

Jiang Xuan's eyes turned cold. He slightly raised his wrist, and the Fire Whip unleashed a wave of crimson flames, transforming into a fire snake that locked onto Jiang Yueming and charged straight at him.

The fiery serpent in his eyes rapidly enlarged, and Jiang Yueming slowly opened his mouth with a grin.

"But my blood is only effective if I have sex with Zhang Yuqian!"

Swish!

Just as the fire serpent was about to touch Jiang Yueming, it stopped and dissipated in an instant. Jiang Xuan's body trembled immediately, and he gripped the Fire Whip in his hand even tighter.

He suddenly remembered the intelligence he had gathered a few days ago from his undercover work at the Zhang family. Zhang Yuan had indeed obtained a medicinal technique that could save Zhang Yuqian, but how to use it was unknown.

Jiang Yueming's willingness to say this openly suggests it has something to do with his medicinal skills.

If what Jiang Yueming said is true, then he really can't afford to harm Jiang Yueming in the slightest.

Jiang Xuan's eyes darkened, and he asked sternly, "Jiang Yueming, you say you shared a room with someone, but who can prove that what you're saying is true?"

Jiang Yueming's expression froze slightly. Just as she was about to speak, a heroic voice rang in her ears again.

"Master Jiang, I can testify that everything he said is true."

As soon as the sound faded, several wind blades shot out from the void, severing the ropes binding Jiang Yueming. A faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and his arm suddenly felt as if it were being pressed down by something soft. The startling sensation made him raise an eyebrow, and his body fell down as well.

"Why didn't you tell me that distributing the meat hunted in Nanyuan without permission was a violation of the Jiang family rules?"

Zhang Yuqian held Jiang Yueming's arm, and the toughness and heroism in her bright eyes dissipated, replaced by a hint of self-reproach. A touch of reproach on her lips added a unique flavor to the scene.

Back at the Nanyuan hunting grounds, it was she who first suggested distributing the game meat to the poor, and the young man before her simply agreed.

Jiang Yueming chuckled and touched her nose, saying, "Back then, I didn't know the Jiang family had such rules. Besides, do you even consider me a member of the Jiang family?"

The Jiang family? Ha... To the family, I'm just an adopted son who's dispensable.

Someone in the family must be unhappy and is making a mountain out of a molehill to punish me!

"Alright then, since this matter originated with me, I'll be the one to settle it!"

Zhang Yuqian released Jiang Yueming with her delicate hand, stepped forward, and said solemnly, "Patriarch Jiang, the matter of hunting meat in Nanyuan was my suggestion first. If you insist on punishing someone, then punish me. It has nothing to do with Jiang Yueming!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan lowered his eyes and pondered. Zhang Yuqian's appearance confirmed that Jiang Yueming's previous words were true.

So Zhang Yuan's real purpose in specifically requesting Jiang Yueming to marry into the family was to cure Zhang Yuqian's illness. Once her illness is cured, there will definitely be a lot of trouble in next year's Martial God Tournament.

Why not take advantage of this opportunity to do something to her? This Fire Whip can not only whip people to death, but also leave hidden injuries on their bodies.

If we can leave a hidden ailment in Zhang Yuqian's body, we will have a fatal weakness against her during the competition.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Xuan brandished his Fire Whip, a slight smile appearing on his old face. "Originally, Miss Zhang's status was too noble for me to make a move, but since Miss Zhang has personally spoken, I have no choice but to comply."

"No need to worry, it's only right," Zhang Yuqian said, clasping her hands in a salute before stepping forward to receive the whip.

She knew this was the Fire Whip and was aware of its power, so she couldn't let Jiang Yueming suffer the consequences.

With his skill level, one lash would be enough to kill!

Jiang Yueming strode forward and grabbed Zhang Yuqian's fair wrist. The soft, smooth feeling made his hand tremble. He said, "Don't rush, give me some time. Let me think of a way to break this deadlock."

"Yes, this lash was bound to come eventually," Zhang Yuqian said calmly, gently removing Jiang Yueming's hand with her delicate fingers.

"There's no way to avoid it; otherwise, where would Patriarch Jiang's face be?"

Jiang Yueming lowered her eyes, slightly taken aback: "But if you take this lash, what will happen to your reputation as a prodigy of the Imperial State?"

"Heh, what about you? If you get whipped like that, you'll die. What does a reputation as a prodigy mean compared to your life?"

Such words are nothing special in themselves, but the fact that they come out of her mouth reveals the heavy weight behind them.

Jiang Yueming couldn't think of anything to say for a moment. She just felt her heart pounding in her chest, making her heart ache.

"Then you can only take one lash, understand?" Jiang Yueming, for some reason, reached out and gently stroked Zhang Yuqian's hair, speaking softly.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuqian lowered her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. She belatedly felt a burning sensation in her ears, and her heart felt like it was being pounded by drums, causing a sharp pain in her chest.

"Okay, I promise you."