Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

call out!

As soon as Jiang Yueming finished speaking, strands of white light suddenly appeared in the surrounding void and rushed into his body, and his skin immediately emitted a faint white halo of light.

Jiang Yueming felt as if a warm current was nourishing his meridians, so he immediately went to sit quietly under the ancient tree to regulate his breathing, and from time to time encouraged the spiritual energy in his body to merge with the warm current.

Ye Mo, who was only half an arm's length away from Jiang Yueming, suddenly narrowed her eyes. Seeing the young man's state, she naturally knew that he was about to advance.

The fact that she jumped from the Void Soul Realm to the late stage of the Condensation Realm was truly surprising and made her pay more attention.

It should be noted that the leap from the Void Soul stage to the late stage of the Condensation Realm is a full three minor realms, and no one has been able to do something so extraordinary except by using secret techniques.

But judging from the white light emanating from Jiang Yueming, it didn't seem like he was using any secret techniques...

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Mojing stared intently at Jiang Yueming, her mind filled with countless questions.

She simply couldn't imagine that the little pervert who was in the Void Soul Realm one second could become almost on par with her the next.

She had never heard of such an instantaneous upgrade across vast realms before. Now, with such a fact beyond her comprehension laid out before her, even with her composure and self-control, she couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

"Could it be that you are...?"

An answer flashed through Ye Mo's mind, her beautiful eyes seemed to shrink, and she covered her chest with her small hand, trying to suppress the shock and excitement in her heart. There was a hint of admiration in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Yueming.

After a long silence, she slightly pursed her red lips and nodded unconsciously, saying, "Your leveling up is so monstrous, you must be the main character in a storybook!"

"Hey, if he's the main character, then I'm..." No one knows what Ye Mo's little head was thinking, but her cheeks were already flushed and her ears were already red, and a lake of spring water quietly rippled in the depths of her eyes.

When she looked up at Jiang Yueming again, the young man had already exited the advancement state and was just sitting cross-legged under the tree, examining a broken bowl, looking on in a daze.

It was a brownish-brown porcelain bowl, with holes and cracks all over the rim, and even the body of the bowl was covered with traces of mud.

"River…"

Ye Mo opened her mouth as if to speak, but suddenly noticed an emotion on Jiang Yueming's face that she had never seen before, and at that moment she was speechless.

Although she couldn't quite grasp the specifics of his emotional outpouring, she knew it must contain unpleasant memories.

Because her heart was aching.

Under the tree, Jiang Yueming stared at the broken bowl for a long time, and finally stretched out his fingers to gently stroke the rim of the bowl, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Whenever his fingertips brushed against the uneven rim of the bowl, long-buried memories would flood his mind like a tide.

That was his past before he traveled through time. He was abandoned when he was only four years old. From the time he became conscious, he lived in a dark and damp alley, or more accurately, a garbage dump in the alley.

Because there was a very fierce big black dog in the alley, he dared not sleep there, fearing that the dog would carry him away after he fell asleep. So he had to live in the garbage dump, but luckily he was able to find a broken bowl in the garbage dump.

Although this broken bowl has a big hole at the bottom and can't even hold water, at least it can still hold money.

At least he doesn't have to live on garbage every day. But on the bustling and glamorous streets of the capital, people are always in such a hurry that they seem to have no time to even glance at the little beggar on the roadside.

Even when they paused for a short while, their eyes were filled with indifference, contempt, and contempt.

If you encounter someone in a bad mood, it's common to spit on them, but compared to filling your stomach, what does that matter?

Until one sunny day, the appearance of a rich second-generation child completely changed his miserable life.

The rich kid's peers drove past him in a luxury car after school. He only glanced at them, which angered the rich kid. As soon as the kid got out of the car, he kicked the one-yuan coin in his bowl into the sewer, shattering the bowl into pieces.

That one yuan was something he had worked hard for, swallowing more than a dozen phlegm, only to have it kicked into the sewer by the second-generation rich kid, shattering his only hope for life.

Seeing his disheveled and wretched appearance, the second-generation child left him with one last sentence.

"A poor man's child will always be poor. I was born noble. You, a piece of mud from the bottom, have no way to climb up except by dreaming!"

Hearing such a direct insult, he couldn't help but fight with the second-generation kid. In the end, both of them were taken to the police station. The second-generation kid got away with it, but he was punished.

At that time, he didn't understand why, until he grew up and suddenly discovered the answer he had always wanted to know.

It is so simple yet so complex.

"Heh, you can only dream about climbing up there."

Jiang Yueming sneered, his five fingers suddenly clenched together and gripped the broken bowl on the ground. Then, with a slight lift of his arm, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and several startled birds on the ancient tree instantly took flight.

"Let's go, Ye Mo." After smashing the bowl completely, Jiang Yueming straightened up, her dark hair obscuring the unfathomable emotions in her eyes, and left the ancient tree directly.

Only Ye Mo noticed the drops of blood flowing from his index and middle fingers. Her sadness seemed to deepen. She had something to say to Jiang Yueming, but she didn't know how to start.

I always felt that there was an intangible cloud in the depths of this young man's heart, and behind that cloud was the real Jiang Yueming.

"well"

Ye Mo glanced at the broken bowl on the ground with her beautiful eyes, sighed softly, and then followed closely behind Jiang Yueming.

An hour later, the blazing sun hung high in the sky, and a hot, humid wind blew in our faces, causing the green trees on both sides to rustle. The intense sunlight shone through the gaps in the shady leaves, forming small circles of light.

Ye Molian followed closely behind Jiang Yueming along the ancient path through the woods on both sides, remaining silent the entire way.

She knew that Jiang Yueming must be feeling down right now, so she didn't intend to bother him and just followed behind him silently.

Sometimes boys' troubles can only be solved by themselves, and others can't help much. The only thing she can do now is to not bother them at the right time and to offer just the right amount of silent support.

She doesn't know the whole story, and excessive concern could backfire.

The greatest comfort I can give him is to stay quietly by his side and let him process his inner turmoil and sorrow on his own.

However, Jiang Yueming's biggest concern wasn't this, but rather how to build a "fourth family" after arriving in the Holy Dragon Empire.

Following the usual pattern, these six sects will definitely fight each other to the death, with constant personal grudges and feuds, and the Yin Yang Sect will undoubtedly be the main villain.

However, he only has one year to quickly integrate the six sects and create the "fourth family," and only the Yin-Yang Sect has the foundation and conditions to do so.

Although the villain is a villain, his strength is undeniable. How could he become a big villain without some capital?

Compared to the inferior Taoist sects, the Yin-Yang Sect is worth a hundred times more, so why did the system recommend that he join Taoism?

strangeness…