Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

As the young man in white robes finished speaking, the more than thirty impoverished people kneeling on the ground immediately opened their mouths wide, their eyes filled with intense longing, just like starving fish waiting to be fed by tourists.

If it weren't for the rules, they would have all knelt down in front of the young man, increasing the chances of them getting peanuts in their mouths many times over.

"hehe"

The young man sneered, a cold glint in his eyes. Looking at the lowly commoners before him, he picked up a cup of scalding hot tea and tossed it forward, the steaming droplets instantly scattering into the air.

what!what!

Tea spilled onto the faces of the two men, followed by two agonizing screams, one deep and one soft. The young man seemed not to hear the agonizing cries, simply placing the orchid-patterned porcelain cup back on the table and saying indifferently, "Sigh, I took the wrong one."

He tried to cover up his deliberate act by simply saying he took the wrong thing, but his actions had serious consequences.

One of the men was a child who was only a little over ten years old. When the hot water came into contact with his face, blisters appeared at a visible speed. His originally clean and fair face instantly became red and swollen. If he did not receive medical treatment in time, he would probably be disfigured.

"Xiao Tao, go back to the village and see a doctor. I'll ask for your mother's share," said the middle-aged man who had also been splashed with tea, his face flushed and enduring the burning pain in his cheeks.

Actually, blisters had also appeared on his face, but because he had been working in the fields for many years, exposed to wind and rain, his skin had long been accustomed to the ravages of wind and frost, so the few blisters were not noticeable.

But Xiao Tao is different; he's just a teenager.

However, Xiao Tao wiped his face, removing what was either sweat or tears, and continued to kneel with his head up and mouth open, no matter how red, swollen and painful the blisters on his face were, he maintained the same posture.

He has clearly made his stance clear!

He couldn't leave because his mother was critically ill and urgently needed a healing pill to save her life!

The only alchemist in this area of ​​hundreds of miles is Lord Huang Yuyuan, who is also his mother's only hope!

In fact, the Healing Pill is just a mere first-grade medicine, which is readily available on the market, but Xiao Tao's family is poor and cannot afford it. Now, they can only rely on Huang Yuyuan.

At least if we meet his conditions, we can ask him to refine a healing pill for free, which is better than having no hope at all.

"Sigh," the middle-aged man sighed helplessly and sadly, continuing to maintain his original posture.

He did this because he needed something from Huang Yuyuan, or rather, the thirty-odd ordinary people kneeling here are all in the same boat.

Seeing that the two still looked submissive and humble, Huang Yuyuan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Watch closely, this time I won't make a mistake again."

After he finished speaking, he gestured with his eyes to the servant standing behind him, who then picked up a pot of tea and filled the empty teacups with boiling hot tea.

The people kneeling below heard the sound of water being poured clearly, and their bodies began to tremble slightly. They all knew what would happen in the next second.

But if they don't step forward, who will refine pills for them?

Some of them relied on elixirs to save their lives, some relied on elixirs to survive, and some even needed elixirs to pay off their debts…

Faced with the pressure of making a living and the torment of life, even if it's scalding hot tea, they have to face it head-on, because they are just ordinary people with no voice!

Faced with the ridicule and mockery of the powerful and wealthy, what choice do people from humble backgrounds, who are as insignificant as ants, have but to submit?

"Damn it! This is outrageous!" Jiang Yueming, his eyes narrowed in the distance, could no longer stand it and stepped forward, ready to make a move.

Before he had taken more than a few steps, he suddenly felt a soft, fragrant force on his wrist. Looking back, he saw Ye Mo gently shaking her head at him.

There was an indescribable sadness and melancholy on her beautiful face, as if she had become accustomed to such things.

"Ye Mo, it wasn't like this when you saved Zhang Taidao," Jiang Yueming asked seriously.

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo's bright eyes relaxed slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips as she said, "Did you see the badge on that man's chest?"

"I see it, what is that?" Jiang Yueming didn't have a deep understanding of alchemists in his memory, so he didn't know what the badge Huang Yuyuan was wearing was for a moment.

Ye Mo released Jiang Yueming's wrist, ignoring the screams that rang in her ears, and said, "That's the symbol of a second-grade alchemist. This time it's different from saving Zhang Taidao."

It wasn't that Ye Mo was afraid of this mere second-grade alchemist; it was just that the current situation was different from Zhang Taidao's. Zhang Taidao was being chased and was therefore passive.

The people kneeling here are asking Huang Yuyuan for help; they are doing it on their own initiative. Even if they intervene, it will only be a temporary solution, because none of them know how to refine elixirs.

In the end, the people will still have to plead with Huang Yuyuan, so why bother getting involved?

In terms of compassion, she was no less than Jiang Yueming, but sometimes her compassion was more a result of helplessness and resignation.

Jiang Yueming seemed to realize the truth as well, her eyes darkening as she muttered to herself, "Fu Dongliu, are alchemists really that powerful?"

Upon hearing Jiang Yueming's voice, Fu Dongliu, who was in the Sea of ​​Souls, thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Although I don't want to discourage you, the reality is that alchemists are the number one profession in the world."

"You should know that all our power comes from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. With the tempering of spiritual energy, even an infant can easily defeat an ordinary strong man."

"Spiritual energy is crucial for every spiritual cultivator, but the spiritual energy stored within the body will be consumed, and the emergence of alchemists has made up for this deficiency."

"That's why alchemy is the number one profession in the world, and also the richest profession."

After saying this, Fu Dongliu closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He knew that these words would definitely hurt Jiang Yueming, but some realities even gods have to bow down to.

Every word Fu Dongliu spoke struck Jiang Yueming deeply. With his keen senses, he knew that stepping forward at this moment would be an absolutely wrong choice.

If they angered Huang Yuyuan and he stopped them from refining pills or enslaved them even more severely, it would defeat the purpose of their actions.

"what!"

A delicate and lovely voice suddenly came from afar. Ye Mo and Jiang Yueming turned their eyes almost simultaneously, both of them startled. The former's figure flashed out quickly, as fast as lightning, and the air seemed to still have a faint fragrance.

A man in a sable fur coat, standing directly in front of them, wore a lewd smile. He grabbed a kneeling girl by the waist with his large hand. Even through the rough fabric, he could feel the smooth, soft flesh. It was obvious what he wanted to do.

"Come on, little beauty, come in with me, and I'll reward you with an elixir." The man was tall and strong, and he quickly led the girl step by step into the inn.

"No... I don't want the pills anymore... Let me go!"

Tears welled in the eyes of the girl who was being held captive by a pair of large hands, and fear spread from the bottom of her heart to her entire body.

She knew what this man wanted to do to her, but she couldn't break free. At that moment, she hated the powerful and wealthy, and she hated the arrogant and reckless rich people.

"Haha, you're giving it to me today whether you want it or not!" The sable-clad man quickened his pace, his large hand gripping the girl's waist tightly as he chuckled mockingly, "You lowly people deserve to be played with, deserve to be ravaged!"

"Blame it on your bad luck to be born into a family of lowly people!"

"Oh, really? Holy Source Flame."

A cold voice suddenly rang out from the void. The spiritual energy around the man's five fingers, which were tightly gripping the girl's waist, turned into clusters of golden flames, and a piercing heat suddenly came from his skin.

The man immediately narrowed his eyes, loosened his grip on her slender waist, and let out a scream.

"what!"