Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Li family.

Inside a magnificent white palace, four priceless white dragon jade pillars burn with serene ancient jade, and wisps of smoke linger around the hall.

A man dressed in a white crane jade robe stood solemnly at the foot of the extremely cold steps, his face very solemn.

On those steps, a handsome man dressed in a black Hanfu with a cross-collar ruqun was brewing tea on an ice table. His slender fingers moved gracefully between the teacups.

A few breaths later, a cup of steaming fragrant tea was ready, its delicate aroma seemingly masking the wisps of smoke rising from the hall.

"Li Tianyun, how's the matter I asked you to handle?" Song Jiu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said slowly.

Standing below, Li Tianyun immediately replied upon hearing the question, "As you predicted, sir, Jiang Yueming has already made a one-year agreement."

The Song Jiu before him was the very person whom all three families were extremely wary of; his cultivation had already reached the Divine Realm.

Song Jiu raised her eyes, tapping the rim of her teacup with her fingertips, and said with a half-smile, "Li Tianyun, what are your thoughts on this year-long agreement?"

"This..." Li Tianyun was speechless for a moment, then bowed his head respectfully.

He knew that the Li family's success today was all thanks to Song Jiu, so naturally he had to respect him completely.

"Speak freely."

After receiving the order, a hint of disdain finally appeared on Li Tianyun's face, but his tone was still more cautious: "Reporting to my lord, I believe he is not capable of anything. A year? It's just giving him another year of freedom."

Since the beginning of the Holy Grail War, only three families and the royal family have had a chance to win the title.

Other sects can only ever follow behind. If they want to win the championship, they need the tacit approval of the three sects; otherwise, it is absolutely impossible!

Furthermore, he has already hinted to all sects in the Heavenly Mystery Empire that Jiang Yueming is not allowed to join.

He had no hope in the Heavenly Mystery Empire, and the same would be true in the Starfall Empire. So Jiang Xuan would not be foolish enough to let Jiang Yueming join another sect.

Jiang Yueming's only choice was the Holy Dragon Empire, but unfortunately, the strongest sect in the Holy Dragon Empire, the Yin Yang Sect, couldn't even make it into the top eight in last year's Holy Tournament.

Want to win the championship? That's just wishful thinking!

Therefore, Jiang Yueming's efforts this year were destined to be in vain!

You think you can fight him? No way!

Hearing Li Tianyun's answer, Song Jiufu asked, "Then how are the assassins I asked you to send doing?"

"My lord, assassins are lying in ambush on the road, but I don't understand..."

The voice abruptly stopped, and Li Tianyun trembled, his knees buckling as he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"My lord, I was wrong! I will never speak ill of you again. Please, have mercy on me!"

He knew Song Jiu's personality; he had no right to ask questions about things that weren't relevant to the conversation. What Song Jiu wanted was for him to be a pawn that suited his wishes.

He almost got killed by Song Jiu last time for saying something out of turn; the oppressive feeling of being a god-king still haunts him.

Song Jiu picked up the white porcelain teacup, took another sip of the fragrant tea, and said without any sign of anger, "Get up. All you want to know is why I'm targeting Jiang Yueming like this, right?"

This was indeed a mystery to Li Tianyun. With such great strength, Song Jiu's status must be extraordinary.

If that's the case, why should he care about a mere good-for-nothing from the Jiang family?

Even if he wanted to kill her, it would be a simple matter of moving a finger. So why did he have to orchestrate a one-year agreement with Jiang Yueming?

A host of doubts lingered in Li Tianyun's mind. He stood up very carefully, but said nothing.

Song Jiu put down his teacup and, seeing that he didn't react, slowly said, "Actually, I have no ill intentions towards Jiang Yueming. I just want to use his life for a while."

His calm voice echoed through the hall. His words seemed calm, but Li Tianyun frowned and sensed a hint of murderous intent.

Although he didn't know what Jiang Yueming had done to offend Song Jiu, he knew that with Song Jiu's abilities, killing Jiang Yueming would be as easy as crushing an ant.

The one-year agreement—perhaps Song Jiu had his own plans, but Jiang Yueming was ultimately doomed to die.

However, none of this will affect his dominance over the entire Holy Dragon Imperial State. As long as Song Jiu stands behind him, it will only be a matter of time before he eliminates the Jiang and Zhang families.

As for Jiang Yueming's life or death, what does that have to do with him?

Thinking this through, Li Tianyun respected Song Jiu even more, after all, who wouldn't want to curry favor with the God King?

……

Pingjing City, suburbs.

In a large inn, Jiang Yueming sat at a wooden table, gazing intently at the clear tea in his hand, lost in thought.

Knowing the location of the Li family assassin in the simulation, he was naturally able to escape danger.

He wasn't foolish enough to actually take the left-hand path.

"Who is the 'master' that Li Tianyun mentioned?" Jiang Yueming asked softly, her eyes lowered.

A sense of unease inexplicably arose in his heart. Just what kind of existence was this person whom even the three families feared?

Could that person become the biggest obstacle to his annihilation of the three families a year later?

In fact, from the very beginning, Jiang Yueming never intended to lead his sect to victory. He knew very well that the three major sects were powerful while he himself was weak.

They had no say in their own lives; they only agreed to the one-year agreement because of the circumstances.

The only way to truly control one's own destiny is to create a fourth family and form an alliance with the royal family.

The royal family certainly wants to regain power, and forming an alliance wouldn't be difficult.

But the key is that he also needs to have the confidence and resources, otherwise the royal family would probably not talk to a commoner like him.

"Unfortunately, the original owner's memories didn't contain information about the major sects of the Holy Dragon Empire, but luckily I have a simulator."

"When it comes to information, I'm the absolute best!"

As Jiang Yueming thought of this, he suddenly felt a pang of hunger in his stomach. He raised his hand to call the servant to bring the food, but embarrassingly realized that he had no money.

Left with no other choice, he stood up and prepared to leave, to see if there was any wild game outside that he could use to fill his stomach.

But he had barely stood up and taken a few steps when he heard a series of rapid footsteps. He looked up slightly and saw a man in a brown cloth coat rushing down from the second floor.

The man looked as if he had encountered a ghost; his expression was one of extreme terror, and he kept turning his head back as if looking at something.

When he turned his gaze back to the front, he was already face to face with Jiang Yueming.

boom!

With a muffled groan, the two of them collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Yueming lay on the ground, rubbing her aching elbow. Just as her eyes were about to fall on the man...

The man stood up first, cursed him fiercely, and ran out of the inn without looking back.

"Damn brat! You're blocking my way. Don't let me see you again, or you'll be sorry!"

"Is he sick?"

Jiang Yueming frowned slightly as she was inexplicably scolded, and tried to get up from the ground.

Suddenly a white figure rushed towards me, and then a sharp pain shot through my left foot.

Ah!

A girl in a white shirt accidentally stepped on his foot.

The girl lost her balance and fell into his arms in an instant. The warm, soft touch made her heart tremble slightly, and the fragrance of orchids carried a hint of youth.

However, the tingling pain from the impact with the ground made his face turn deathly pale, and his eyes flashed with barely concealed anger: "I said you're all blind..."