Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Flattery?"

Fu Dongliu rolled his eyes at Jiang Yueming, clearly annoyed. He had been praising Su Moli the whole time, not Jiang Yueming at all.

Could his narcissistic habit be inherited from that man?

He was really unlucky, but Su Moli's eventual marriage to that man was also a kind of misfortune.

Thinking of Su Moli, Fu Dongliu lowered his eyes, revealing a hint of sadness, and a sudden dull pain rose in his chest.

If you hadn't let go back then, would your family be in this situation today...?

No, I'm no longer qualified to be like I was back then...

Jiang Yueming, lying on the bed, noticed that Fu Dongliu seemed a little down, but stopped herself from saying anything.

Fu Dongliu always seemed to have a fluctuating expression whenever he mentioned Su Moli, and now that he saw this scene again, he understood somewhat.

Perhaps his mother is more than just a friend of Dan Qianqiu.

"Oh, I almost forgot to give you the Cleansing Spirit Pill."

A moment later, Fu Dongliu suddenly came to his senses, reached into his sleeve and slowly took out a sky-blue pill, handing it to Jiang Yueming and saying, "This is the last Purifying Spirit Pill I have. I won't have any more."

Jiang Yueming ignored his words, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes. She took the Cleansing Spirit Pill and examined it carefully.

The pill was perfectly round and crystal blue, about the size of a longan, yet it emitted a strange fragrance that seemed to soothe the soul with just a whiff.

This is a grade three elixir! In the original owner's memories, almost no one in the entire Imperial Continent could refine a grade three elixir.

That means that the level of alchemists in the entire Imperial State is only around the second rank.

Furthermore, even for a third-grade alchemist, refining a Spirit Purification Pill is an extremely difficult task.

Jiang Yueming could confidently pat his chest and say that he was the only one in the entire Imperial State who possessed the Spirit Purification Pill!

Fu Dongliu stood aside, gazing at Jiang Yueming's excited expression. Suddenly remembering something, he quickly looked Jiang Yueming up and down.

"Yes, he should have a good chance of inheriting my mantle, so that the Temple of Medicine Gods will have a successor in a year."

Fu Dongliu pondered for a moment, making plans in his heart.

While his intention to have Jiang Yueming inherit his position as the God of Medicine was good, the fact that he only had one year left was still too rushed.

If Jiang Yueming were to become a god within a year, his spiritual foundation would inevitably be unstable. In order to protect his godhood, the God Emperor would definitely subject him to special training, one of the costs of which would be the temporary loss of his freedom.

However, given his youthful and playful nature, how could he possibly be willing to be confined to the temple?

"Never mind, at least you'll become an alchemist and your situation won't be as difficult as it was in the Jiang family." Fu Dongliu's eyes were fixed on Jiang Yueming's happy face, and the beautiful and distant figure in his heart became clearer and clearer.

He had once fantasized about what it would be like to have children, and how he would personally teach them how to select ingredients, control the fire, ignite the furnace, and create the elixir…

But decades passed in the blink of an eye, and he ultimately didn't have that good fortune...

"Hey, Fu Dongliu, can you tell me your purpose now?" Jiang Yueming carefully put the Cleansing Spirit Pill into her bosom and asked, raising her eyes.

Fu Dongliu was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Jiang Yueming, would you like to meet your mother?"

"Mother…"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming's eyes immediately lowered, a hint of bitterness appearing at the corner of her mouth, and the words stuck in her throat remained unspoken.

In his previous life, he didn't know who his parents were from the time he could remember, but he vaguely knew that his name was Jiang Yueming.

His home was just a two- or three-square-meter garbage dump on the streets of the capital, which his parents initially longed for.

But as time went by and he grew older, that hope had long since vanished. Having grown accustomed to living alone, the sudden arrival of family affection left him somewhat at a loss.

Even after transmigrating and being reborn, all that remained of her mother's memories was that blurry yet gentle face.

From Fu Dongliu's words, he could vaguely guess that his mother must still be alive, and that Fu Dongliu's purpose was probably to get him to find his mother.

"Um...I..."

Fu Dongliu paused, sensing the ambiguous emotion in Jiang Yueming's voice, and whispered, "Don't you want to find your mother?"

He knew that Jiang Yueming had suffered alone in the Jiang family all year, so it was understandable that she would be at odds with her parents for a time.

After all, they were the ones who left Jiang Yueming first…

Jiang Yueming shook his head upon hearing this, his eyes regaining their usual spirit, and smiled, "Mother isn't in a hurry to find it; there are more important things to do right now."

"You mean, the situation at the border?"

Jiang Yueming nodded to Fu Dongliu and said, "The Yingquan Clan at the border is always a ticking time bomb. I only have one year. Within this year, I must quickly eliminate the hidden dangers of the three families in the Imperial State."

"Only in this way can the royal family have the opportunity and energy to deal with border wars, and only in this way can the people of the imperial capital be spared the dangers of war."

As the sound faded, a gentle breeze suddenly swept in through the window, rustling the pale yellow bed curtains. A few strands of the boy's hair danced in the wind, brushing against his cheeks, and behind that small wisp of black hair were a pair of determined, focused eyes.

Fu Dongliu was speechless for a long time, unable to utter a word.

He knew that Jiang Yueming had a strong sense of righteousness and cared about the people, but he never expected that when he actually heard Jiang Yueming say these words, the shock and respect in his heart would be so intense.

Looking at the unwavering determination in the boy's eyes, Fu Dongliu finally spoke after a while, saying, "Then you're quite coincidental. Your mother's whereabouts are in the Saint's Words Pendant, the prize for next year's Martial God Tournament champion."

"This means that we can save the people of the Imperial State from suffering and find our mother at the same time!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming's expression immediately changed, and she asked in great surprise, "Are you telling the truth?"

"It's true, and all I wanted was to see your mother one more time... nothing more."

Fu Dongliu nodded, and the same deep sadness and sorrow reappeared at the end of his sentence.

"That's wonderful!" Jiang Yueming was filled with boundless joy.

He originally intended to end the Martial God Tournament; even if he didn't participate, the fall of the Saint's Words would have been a piece of cake.

When the time comes, if we join forces with the royal family to put pressure on the three families, who will dare not give him the words of a saint?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yueming frowned slightly and lowered her eyes.

All of the above thoughts and ideas are based on the premise that a fourth family can be created and united with the royal family.

But he knew nothing about the Holy Dragon Empire, nor did he know the state of affairs there.

Although there is a simulation cheat, it is not 100% accurate. Some things happen in reality but not in the simulation.

"It seems there's still a long way to go..." Jiang Yueming looked up at the slowly rising sun outside the window, its warm light illuminating her bitter smile.