Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Pingjingcheng

Tian Gambling House

A faint aroma of tea wafted from the elegant room. Song Jiu's slender fingers were brewing tea on the tea table. Zhang Gui and Li Jianyuan stood on either side as usual, their faces solemn, ready to obey orders at any time.

"Sir, you have enough to drink, we don't need any more," Li Jianyuan said as he saw Song Jiu had brewed two cups of tea.

"Foolish! The two cups of tea that the master brewed were for entertaining guests, not for you and me to drink," Zhang Gui, an old man, glanced at Li Jianyuan with slightly open eyes and gave him a word of advice.

Upon hearing this, Song Jiu chuckled lightly and said, "Old ginger is spicier, Zhang Gui, do you know who I'm entertaining this time?"

"This... I truly do not know what you are thinking, my lord," Zhang Gui said, shaking his head.

"Li Jianyuan, Jiang Yueming should have already left Pingjing City, right?" Song Jiu suddenly changed the subject.

Li Jianyuan glanced at the pale blue crystal ball that was floating in the air, which was showing Jiang Yueming and Ye Mo in the inn.

"Yes, the adults have already left."

"Hmm," Song Jiu picked up a cup of freshly brewed tea, took a small sip, and then said, "He can probably handle Zhang Dongyang's matter this time. You two can go to the meeting at Xianyou Restaurant for me."

"Please give your orders, sir."

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhang Gui and Li Jianyuan clasped their hands in a fist salute and knelt on the ground together, awaiting further instructions.

Song Jiu took another sip of tea, tapped the tea table with her fingers, and said, "Get up first, we have guests."

hum!

Before he could finish speaking, the space in front of Song Jiu was suddenly torn open, forming a crack, and a blue-faced man slowly walked out from inside.

"Yama, the God of Hell, has come from afar. Please have some tea." Upon seeing the man, Song Jiu immediately stood up to greet the guest with tea.

Yama glanced around casually, then pulled a document from his robes and said impatiently, "Song Jiu, this is what you wanted. Remember your promise!"

Song Jiu took the document in one hand and offered a cup of fragrant tea to Yama, saying with a smile, "Please rest assured, Yama, I will ensure the safety of your temple when the two of you descend."

"Hmph! There's no need for tea. We're just doing each other a favor," Yama God said curtly, refusing the teacup Song Jiu offered.

Seeing that the tea was refused, Song Jiu was not annoyed and smiled faintly, "God of Hell, I heard that the Goddess of the Luo River seems to have come to the mortal realm. Is that true?"

"Hmph! What's it to you? Let it be!"

Swish!

After Yama God finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the void rift. As his figure gradually disappeared, the rift instantly returned to its original state as if a wound had healed.

"Sir, that old Yama is too arrogant!" Li Jianyuan said indignantly as soon as the man left.

Having followed Song Jiu for so many years, what kind of experts haven't he seen? What was that Yama God so arrogant about?

Do you really think we can't beat him?

Faced with Li Jianyuan's anger, Song Jiu showed no intention of speaking and took another sip of tea.

"Little Li, you still need to temper your temper. That Yama God sees us as enemies. If this deal wasn't for the purpose of preserving their temple..."

"Do you think he'd even say a single word to us?"

Hearing Zhang Gui's reprimand, Li Jianyuan looked embarrassed and nodded, saying, "Old Zhang is right."

"Alright, everyone, listen to my orders," Song Jiu said, putting down his teacup and picking up the document.

"Li Jianyuan, I order you to gather detailed information on all the sects and forces in the Holy Dragon Empire within one month."

"Yes!" Li Jianyuan accepted the order and then withdrew.

Song Jiu turned his gaze to Zhang Gui, handed him the document, and said, "Zhang Gui, this document contains all the information about the gods of the temple."

"Go to the Immortal Pavilion and give it to Lord Shang Lu to assist him in implementing the 'God Hunting' plan. Also, tell him that Luo Shen has always been behind him."

"Yes," Zhang Gui said, taking the document and then leaving.

Song Jiu was the only one left in the private room. He picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and took a small sip.

"The world is a game board, and everything is a piece. Jiang Yueming, you're probably still in the dark."

Swish!

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jiu's expression changed instantly, as if he had sensed something terrifying. He jumped up, his robes fluttering, his head slightly lowered, and he clasped his hands together, kneeling before the empty space in front of him in a gesture of respect.

"Your subordinate, Song Jiu, greets the Eldest Young Master!"

As soon as Song Jiu finished speaking, a dark rift instantly opened in the space, and a woman slowly walked out of the dark rift.

The woman was wearing a black baseball cap and sunglasses perched above her delicate nose.

He wore a white shirt on top, dark black trousers on the bottom, and a pair of all-black women's leather shoes on his feet, giving him an indescribable handsome and sharp look.

The woman placed a white bag on the table and casually said, "Oh, Song Jiu, get up."

Song Jiu carefully got up, but subtly stepped back to keep a distance from the woman.

He knew that the person in front of him was a superior being, someone he could not possibly reach, and even looking up to him was a luxury he could only dream of.

The woman seemed to sense that Song Jiu was intentionally distancing himself from her, so she chuckled and took off her sunglasses with her left hand, revealing her pure and innocent eyes. She then extended her right hand to Song Jiu and smiled, saying, "Ye Chaoyang, nice to meet you."

Looking at the neat and tidy woman in front of him, Song Jiu was momentarily stunned.

He had never seen the eldest son's true face, nor had he ever imagined that the eldest son, who symbolized absolute authority, would be so approachable and completely without any airs of arrogance.

Song Jiu carefully grasped Ye Chaoyang's slender fingers, as if afraid of overstepping his bounds, and smiled, "May I ask, young master, what brings you here?"

Ye Chaoyang pointed to the two cups of milk tea on the table, a smile always on his face, without any arrogance befitting someone of different status, and said, "Just passing by, thought I'd bring you something."

Song Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then immediately thanked him.

He knew Ye Chaoyang was lying; this place was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Central Imperial State.

She was just passing by? She probably sneaked out to play because she was bored.

However, Song Jiu would never expose Ye Chaoyang unless he was tired of living. The young master's strength was unimaginable; he could easily kill Song Jiu.

"Hey, what have you been up to lately?" Ye Chaoyang asked, sitting down as if nothing had happened.

Song Jiu gave a wry smile, feeling somewhat speechless: "Young Master, aren't our missions all assigned by your superiors? You should know best what we're doing."

Ye Chaoyang nodded, then suddenly noticed that Song Jiu was still standing. He waved to him, "Come sit down and talk. Just call me Chaoyang. It sounds awkward to keep calling me Young Master."

"Thank you, Young Master, but some rules cannot be broken." Song Jiu was not a pedantic person. Since the Young Master offered him a seat, he would certainly sit down. However, the honorific title was a hard and fast rule that no one could change.

Ye Chaoyang chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned about such things. Instead, he said mysteriously to Song Jiu, "Song Jiu, you'd better be careful about how you handle the boss's job."

"There's going to be a good show at that Immortal Abode Restaurant."