Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"You don't really think I'm going to lead Taoism to gradually level up and compete, do you?"

Jiang Yueming noticed Zhang Yuqian's slightly absent-minded look and smiled slyly.

"Hmm? If you don't do this, what else can you do?" Zhang Yuqian asked, her bright eyes flashing.

He clearly made an appointment with Li Tianyun and the others. Could it be that he wants to back out at the last minute?

"Yuqian, think about it carefully. Even if I win the championship next year, do you really think they will let me go?" Jiang Yueming said slowly.

In fact, no matter what world you're in, strength is always the foundation of a person's confidence.

Jiang Yueming knew he couldn't handle the three families. Even if he won the championship next year, he would still be powerless against their pressure.

Only by becoming strong enough can one truly take control of one's own destiny.

In the original world, only powerful background connections or immense wealth mattered.

Only then are you qualified to fight for the benefits you desire when faced with injustice.

Otherwise, you're just a cog in a big machine. If you don't work properly, the cog can be replaced when it breaks.

At worst, the machine will only stop running for a few seconds, but that broken screw can replace your entire life, or even your life!

The same is true in this world; class contempt will always exist. Isn't Jiang Yueming ridiculed and looked down upon by his family precisely because he is an adopted son?

Within the Jiang family, Jiang Xue, Jiang Wu, Jiang Hui, and Jiang Haoheng are all legitimate sons of noble families, disciples of high-ranking and powerful figures.

And what about Jiang Yueming? He shares the same surname and family, but what did he receive?

The ridicule of her peers, the disdain of her maidservants…

Jiang Xue and the others had various Jiang family elders backing them up, but Jiang Yueming had nothing.

Coming from a humble background, he naturally stood out from those privileged children from wealthy families.

In the arrogant eyes of the upper class, there was no room for Jiang Yueming, who had a lowly status!

"You..." Zhang Yuqian's eyes darkened slightly, some words stuck in her throat.

She understood Jiang Yueming's meaning. Even she, living in a wealthy family, was not free to do as she pleased, let alone Jiang Yueming, who was known as a good-for-nothing.

From beginning to end, they were both victims of the marriage alliance between the two families, pawns in the hands of the two family heads.

In this grand scheme of things, what could she say? She was powerless to change her own marriage. If she wanted to save Jiang Yueming and herself, the only way out was the Blood Slaughter King Realm.

Jiang Yueming noticed Zhang Yuqian's worried expression and suddenly chuckled, "Yuqian, do you remember what you said when you taught me archery at the Jiang family's hunting grounds?"

Zhang Yuqian suddenly looked up and met the boy's smiling face. Her thoughts drifted, and a few memories stirred in her mind.

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

"In this year, I will prove with my strength that if I could fool three families at the wedding once, I can fool them a thousand times over!"

Jiang Yueming's eyes sparkled with pride, and a confident smile graced her lips.

Zhang Yuqian gazed at the youthful spirit in his eyes, and her cheeks flushed pink. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"My reason for joining the Taoism in the Holy Dragon Empire is simply to find a stable place. What I want to do is not to lead my sect in the competition, but to end the Holy Tournament!"

Zhang Yuqian snapped out of her daze, instinctively covering her lips with her small hand, and exclaimed in surprise, "End the Holy Race? You don't mean to..."

This Holy Competition is the key to the three families' struggle for control of the Imperial State. Without this Holy Competition, the three families would naturally have no reason to confront each other directly.

He did this not for himself, but for the people of the Imperial State!

If the internal strife among the three factions is temporarily resolved, there will be an opportunity to resolve the border issue and save the people of the Imperial State from the dangers of war.

But how could he end Saint Seiya?

Zhang Yuqian didn't understand this point. Even the royal family in the Imperial State had to be wary of the three families, so which sect would dare to oppose them?

"To end the Holy Cycle, the royal family alone is not enough. During this trip to the Holy Dragon Empire, I plan to create a fourth one!"

"A fourth one?! You mean a sect that can stand on equal footing with the three?!"

Zhang Yuqian's bright eyes suddenly narrowed, deeply shocked by Jiang Yueming's words.

Everyone thought he was a good-for-nothing, but they never imagined that he was actually an ambitious beast!

Jiang Yueming nodded to Zhang Yuqian and said seriously, "The three families in the Holy Dragon Empire have relatively weak control over the Holy Dragon Empire, while the royal family has stronger control. Once I create a fourth family, then uniting with the royal family might not be impossible to end the Holy Race!"

"But the Holy Sacred Way has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there has never been such a pioneer to eradicate it," Zhang Yuqian reminded her, her brows still showing a hint of worry.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming chuckled lightly: "Yuqian, we didn't have her before, but now we do!"

"What if those three families fight to the death? And what if the English Dog Clan invades at this critical juncture?"

Zhang Yuqian clenched her fists tightly, and her breath became more rapid.

Every word Jiang Yueming spoke now struck him like a thunderbolt.

"Yuqian, we have no other choice. The Ying Dog Clan remains a threat, and the Imperial State is already facing internal and external troubles."

"If the three families..." Jiang Yueming's eyes suddenly flashed with a ruthless glint, her voice cold and icy, "If the three families truly intend to resist, then I will have no choice but to annihilate them all!"

"Slay three families!!!"

Zhang Yuqian's delicate body trembled slightly, and she involuntarily took a step back, her face showing indescribable astonishment.

God!

He said he would annihilate three powerful sects! Those were major sects with hundreds of years of history!

This...this is something that no sect in history has ever dared to do, or even say!

Zhang Yuqian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly recalled Jiang Yueming's behavior at the wedding hall, and inexplicably began to trust him again.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll go easy on the Zhang family when the time comes," Jiang Yueming said with a faint smile, somewhat aware of Zhang Yuqian's identity.

"Hmm," Zhang Yuqian nodded slightly, her eyes lowered, still not recovered from her surprise.

If he really succeeds, he can not only get rid of the label of "useless," but also save the people from suffering.

Such a righteous and kind man, yet still gentle.

If I were to marry him, it would be my good fortune.

"Hey, what am I thinking!" Zhang Yuqian patted her burning cheeks and muttered to herself.

Jiang Yueming noticed all her little actions and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is there something dirty on your face?"

"Ah? No... there's no red... dirty stuff!" Zhang Yuqian hurriedly waved in front of Jiang Yueming to cover up her embarrassment.

Jiang Yueming blinked and ignored it, then took out a black storage ring from her bosom.

"Hey, there are ten thousand bottles of my blood in here. I reckon that should be enough for a year."

"Wait for me to come back, and I'll find a way to cure your strange illness."

Zhang Yuqian's eyes caught sight of the black storage ring, and her fingertips trembled involuntarily.

Ten thousand bottles of blood…

That must have been incredibly damaging to his health.

They went to such lengths for me!

"By the way, I stole this storage ring from Jiang Hui. After you take out the blood vial, I'll have to trouble you to take care of my funeral arrangements."

Before Zhang Yuqian could react, Jiang Yueming slipped the storage ring into her palm and smiled mischievously.

"Alright, I have to go now. See you later."

The reason he left in such a hurry was that he was afraid Zhang Yuqian would refuse to accept the medicine bottle, and he was also afraid that she would feel indebted to him.

In fact, these were all things he should do, whether it was standing up for him in the Jiang family council hall to fight for the life contract or creating momentum during the hunt.

He was very grateful for everything Zhang Yuqian had done, and he also admired her heroic spirit in serving the country and its people.

A few breaths after the words were spoken, Zhang Yuqian's bright eyes flickered slightly, and she realized that Jiang Yueming had gradually walked away. She immediately opened her red lips and shouted.

"Jiang Yueming! I'll be waiting for you to come back in a year!"

Jiang Yueming seemed to hear the voice from afar, and with his back to Zhang Yuqian, he stretched out his arm and waved goodbye.

Zhang Yuqian gently held the black storage ring to her chest, a blush of youthful charm spreading across her face, the sweetness in her heart melting away.

"Perhaps the marriage was a mistake, but the person I met was the right one."

"Thank God I met him."