Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"A third-grade... alchemist?"

Ye Mo's fingers tightened involuntarily as she looked up at Jiang Yueming's resolute profile.

She never asked too much about why he possessed these third-grade pills, but given the current situation, she couldn't help but wonder if he really had an alchemist backing him up.

If he has it, then everything is fine; but what if it's the worst possible outcome...?

How can they escape? Even if they manage to escape, what will happen to the oppressed people?

A faint melancholy rose in Ye Mo's heart, and her eyes drooped slightly, as if she were bowing her head to something.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that Huang Yuyuan's words were all reasonable. Although they were like needles pricking her ears, they were undeniable facts.

Having either ability or a good background can earn you respect and prevent you from being forced into a life of hardship.

Recalling how she repeatedly yielded to Zhang Dongyang at the inn, wasn't it all to avoid provoking Li Huiyao?

Right now, the only hope is that Jiang Yueming actually has a third-grade alchemist as his backer; otherwise, the consequences are predictable.

When Jiang Yueming heard that Huang Yuyuan wanted to see a third-grade alchemist, his expression remained calm, but a sense of unease arose in his heart.

The reason is simple: he doesn't know any third-grade alchemists at all!

How can we get them to come out and meet Huang Yuyuan?

"Huang Yuyuan's cunning is indeed far beyond what a crude and reckless person like Zhao Hao could achieve."

Jiang Yueming considered various strategies and secretly praised Huang Yuyuan's words.

However, Huang Yuyuan didn't give him time to think. Suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and he gave Zhao Hao, who was standing there dumbfounded, a look.

Understanding the deeper meaning in his eyes, Zhao Hao immediately stomped his foot, and the spiritual energy within his body surged out, transforming into a savage green venomous snake behind him. The void was instantly filled with a deafening snake roar.

"Die, Jiang Yueming! You venomous snake!"

hiss!

A high-pitched snake cry pierced the sky, and the crimson beast's eyes glared at Jiang Yueming as if they were about to drip blood. Its entire body shot out like a fully drawn bow, and a fierce gust of wind seemed to tear through space.

A powerful energy attack came crashing down on him. Jiang Yueming frowned, knowing that there was no way to dodge it. He immediately formed a hand seal to prepare to meet the venomous snake, but unexpectedly, the spiritual energy in front of him changed again.

The wisps of spiritual energy of heaven and earth changed rapidly like magic. In the blink of an eye, a crimson fire lotus suddenly took shape, exuding an aura that could burn everything, and clashed with the venomous snake.

"Holy Source Flame, Fire Lotus Style, Raging Lotus Break!"

His cold voice was filled with murderous intent, and his indifferent tone revealed a coldness that regarded everything as worthless.

Jiang Yueming suddenly felt a burning sensation on her face and looked up to see the battle between immortal and spiritual techniques in mid-air.

boom!

In the void, the venomous snake suddenly collided with the fire lotus, and waves of spiritual energy swept outwards, turning the entire sky an eerie fiery red. Accompanied by the snake's mournful cries, the fiery red clouds slowly faded away.

Clearly, the Green Viper was no match for the mighty Fire Lotus!

puff!

Ye Mo suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, and her sandalwood mouth involuntarily opened, spitting out a mouthful of dark blood. Her body could no longer support her and she collapsed to the ground.

She blocked another ancient killing move for Jiang Yueming, but it was the last time. The fire lotus had almost exhausted all her strength, and now she had no ability to fight back at all.

If Zhao Hao makes another move, Jiang Yueming and she will surely die!

"Ye Mo, you... sigh." Jiang Yueming noticed that Ye Mo was in extremely poor condition, so he quickly walked to her side and fed her the Cleansing Spirit Pill again to her soft lips.

Ye Mo's eyes reflected the slightly glistening pills, but she disobeyed and shook her head.

She still refused to take the pill, because the current situation was hopeless, and perhaps this pill could help Jiang Yueming find a way out.

As for her, she had never thought about it, nor did she know how much the young man in front of her worried about her.

Jiang Yueming noticed that Ye Mo's red lips were tightly pursed, her face was gradually turning pale, and she pouted like a child, saying, "If you don't eat, then I'll eat it myself."

After saying that, he opened his lips to put the crystal blue pill into his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Mo's fragrant lips.

puff~

In just a moment, Ye Mo was amused by his playful appearance. Her red lips parted slightly, and her laughter was crisp and pleasant. But in that instant, a cool pill precisely entered her sweet mouth.

"Hey? Jiang Yueming, you!"

"Stop! Don't you dare spit it out! I won't eat it with your saliva on it!"

Jiang Yueming feigned a disgusted expression, wiped the finger that had just touched Ye Mo's lips on her sleeve, and made a soft rustling sound as her fingertips rubbed against the fabric.

Ye Mo put the pill in her mouth, glared at Jiang Yueming, and had no choice but to swallow it and sit up cross-legged to regulate her breathing.

She knew in her heart that only by quickly getting back into shape could she gain a better advantage in the current situation.

As for the Purifying Spirit Pill, she made a mental note of it for Jiang Yueming, intending to give him a good beating later.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Jiang Yueming is so foolish."

Seeing Jiang Yueming finally give Ye Mo the Cleansing Spirit Pill, Huang Yuyuan shook his head and sighed from afar.

In his view, giving Ye Mo the Cleansing Spirit Pill was undoubtedly a wrong move.

After Ye Mo takes the pill, he needs to rest and recuperate, which will naturally create a gap. Would he and Zhao Hao let such an opportunity pass by?

Furthermore, how could Jiang Yueming possibly protect Ye Mo?

He won't wait for his opponent to fully charge up their ultimate move before launching his own attack to meet it; instead, he'll seize the opportunity to strike and kill them in one fell swoop!

"Zhao Hao!" Huang Yuyuan suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Hao, a murderous glint in his eyes, and said sharply.

"clear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hao immediately formed a hand seal with both hands to gather a killing move. His spiritual energy soared into the sky, and his robes billowed and fluttered.

Faced with Zhao Hao's all-out attack, Jiang Yueming's eyes narrowed, and he took the initiative to block Ye Mo. With a wave of his sleeve, wisps of spiritual energy condensed and transformed into a golden defensive iron wall.

He knew that this might not be enough to stop Zhao Hao's attack, but he had no other choice. If Ye Mo was suddenly interrupted while she was adjusting her breathing, her discomfort would become even more severe.

Conversely, if Ye Mo could recover to her original state and unleash two immortal techniques, she might be able to intimidate Huang Yuyuan, after all, she is far superior to the ethereal third-grade alchemist he speaks of.

The Holy Source Flame and the Ten Directions Fiend Sword in her hands are genuine immortal techniques!

Although it can only unleash the power of the Primordial Realm now, it is enough. All that is needed is to prove that Ye Mo has a powerful background.

He could see that Huang Yuyuan's weakness and concerns lay in his background. As long as he could convince Huang Yuyuan that Ye Mo had a powerful enough background, Huang Yuyuan would definitely kneel down and submit.

"Jiang Yueming, die! Spirit Serpent Shadow..."

Before Zhao Hao could finish reciting his killing move, a voice from the Immortal Void Sea suddenly exploded in his mind.

"Who is here, disturbing me!"

Upon hearing the sound, Huang Yuyuan turned his gaze, his pupils suddenly contracting, and a sense of fear quietly began to grow in his heart.

Behind Jiang Yueming, a beam of white light shot straight into the clouds. From the massive white pillar of light, a white-robed man slowly emerged. Three wave-shaped divine marks were etched between his brows. His robes and fan exuded an air of otherworldly elegance, and his every step and movement was imbued with extraordinary power.