Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

The heartbreaking scene before her eyes was not only reflected in Jiang Yueming's eyes.

Ye Mo saw the same scene in her eyes, her red lips slightly pursed, her small hands tightly covering her heart, and a trace of sorrow flowing between her willow brows.

It wasn't that the power within her was rebelling again, but rather that her heart was aching, a burning, searing pain.

She looked up at Jiang Yueming's solemn face, bit her lip, and took a few light steps forward.

She wanted to comfort Jiang Yueming because she knew the source of her heartache.

She's seen this scene of begging for help countless times over the years, and she's even done it herself on some occasions.

Those in power and privilege have access to firsthand information and the best resources, and even the best conditions, things that ordinary people yearn for but cannot obtain.

But it is precisely because this desire is unattainable that such a scene has been created.

A mere alchemist is just a microcosm of this world; the real reality is often far more brutal when you have to ask for help right now.

There are countless examples of children from impoverished families who, despite their best efforts, end up as production machines in the factories of the powerful and wealthy.

But that's reality!

"Jiang Yueming, we have done our best," Ye Mo said softly as she walked to Jiang Yueming's side, her beautiful eyes no longer wanting to look at the people who were begging for help.

Whenever she saw the expressions on the faces of those people, as if they were willing to give up everything, she felt a pang of sadness.

She was said to have the people's well-being at heart, yet now she can do nothing about it.

To say that she has no compassion in her heart, she now cannot bear to look directly at these people.

"Don't go, we really did our best." Ye Mo suddenly grabbed Jiang Yueming's sleeve with her small hand, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Jiang Yueming paused as he was about to step forward to stand up for the people, and slowly said, "What if one day you find yourself in the same predicament as them, begging for help?"

Will you still try to stop me?

As soon as the words left her lips, Ye Moling's fingers trembled violently, and her heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a sledgehammer.

"But you know that going there would be neither beneficial nor useful."

What they are resolving now is the matter between Huang Yuyuan and the two of them, but it does not mean that the matter between Huang Yuyuan and the people has been resolved.

Furthermore, those were ordinary people who were asking for help, and they were in a passive position from the beginning. How could Jiang Yueming, an outsider, intervene?

It's like two girls are fighting. If you're a guy and you see them, are you sure you want to step in and get involved?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming paused for a moment, gently pushed Ye Mo's small hand away, raised her eyes to look at the people again, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes.

In fact, he knew better than Ye Mo that this trip would be futile. The reason he was able to suppress Huang Yuyuan with the help of Li's son-in-law was because Huang Yuyuan was afraid of the Li family.

Now, Huang Yuyuan is a third party between the people and the people. If Jiang Yueming, as the son-in-law of the Li family, forces Huang Yuyuan to refine medicine for the people...

How is that any different from how Zhao Hao and others mocked and ridiculed him before, using his status as a powerful and wealthy person?

Moreover, if word gets out that the Li family's son-in-law forced a second-grade alchemist to refine medicine for the common people, what would become of the Li family's reputation?

After all, who in the entire Imperial State doesn't know that the Medicine King Sect under the Li family is a hot spring for alchemists in the Imperial State? If they don't ask their own family members to help and instead use other alchemists, it will undoubtedly give the Li family something to talk about!

Even so, Jiang Yueming still took a step forward, saying as she walked, "Going is useless, not going is hopeless. What difference is there between Ye Mo's current situation and the matter of Dinghai City?"

"Regardless of the differences, my answer will always be the same."

The young man's firm voice echoed in the void, and Ye Mo's mouth opened slightly, her eyes filled with shock.

She hadn't expected that Jiang Yueming not only had a ruthless side, but also such a resolute and decisive one.

Though there may be millions, I will go. This is surely the best sentiment.

In fact, Ye Mo did not know that Jiang Yueming had another important reason for insisting on going, in addition to saving the people from their predicament.

That is, he saw his former self!

Seeing that dirty boy on the streets of the capital, begging for alms regardless of wind or rain, the cold and evasive gazes of the world once again surfaced in his mind.

It was precisely because he had once asked people for help that he felt these things even more deeply, and that he felt compelled to stand up for them.

"What are you doing here?" Huang Yuyuan asked as he saw Jiang Yueming approaching.

He asked the question, but inside he was overjoyed; he just didn't show it due to his self-control.

He had discovered another weakness in Jiang Yueming. Previously, he had thought that only Ye Mo was Jiang Yueming's weakness, but now he had another one.

That's good, so he can regain his authority in the hearts of these lowly people by relying on Jiang Yueming!

Let them open their eyes wide and see that a low-level crawler is still just a crawler. They have no chance of fighting against the powerful and wealthy at the top!

Jiang Yueming didn't ask Huang Yuyuan to refine the medicine, but instead asked, "Do you really think alchemists are that noble?"

Huang Yuyuan's expression hardened upon hearing this, unsure of the meaning behind Jiang Yueming's words. He replied calmly, "It's not that alchemists are noble, but rather that the lowly beggars are so despicable, which is why we alchemists are so revered."

If Fu Dongliu heard Huang Yuyuan say this, he would give Huang Yuyuan a good beating, even if it meant risking his position being exposed.

But the words may be crude, but the principle is sound. Elixirs can help people quickly improve their strength, and strength has always been the ultimate goal pursued by people. In order to improve strength and obtain resources, one cannot do without the assistance of elixirs from alchemists.

Over time, the profession of alchemist became highly sought after and a sacred profession in the hearts of millions, so its status is self-evident.

Furthermore, the conditions for becoming an alchemist are extremely demanding. One must possess powerful soul strength, and the other must have exceptionally high comprehension. The chances of an ordinary spiritual cultivator becoming an alchemist are extremely low.

In this way, the scarcity of goods increases their value, making alchemists, who were already considered sacred, even more revered and even subject to their authority.

"Tell me, how can you refine these medicines?" Jiang Yueming asked, a sense of melancholy rising in her heart after receiving Huang Yuyuan's answer.

Yes, people's desire for elixirs far exceeds their desire for alchemists, and the most obvious evidence is the elixirs sold at auctions for sky-high prices.

However, all of this was insignificant to Huang Yuyuan, who was an alchemist.

After all, these people are insiders, while ordinary people are outsiders. This natural class division determines the fate of those at the bottom who have to beg for help.

Huang Yuyuan's lips curled up slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He pointed to the ground and said coldly, "Jiang Yueming, I know you want to save them. Fine, I'll give you a chance."

"Today, you will kneel down and kowtow to me in front of everyone, and I will then concoct medicine for them."

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Yuyuan thought for a moment, then moved closer to Jiang Yueming and added, "Of course, you can also refuse and then attend the funeral of these lowly people!"