Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"They're here? What's here?"

Fu Dongliu saw Jiang Yueming kneeling on the ground and wondered if she was exploring for some treasure underground.

Unexpectedly, just as they got close, they heard a deafening roar, followed by a faint, irritating gas that spread out in all directions.

puff~

When Fu Dongliu first heard the sound, he was stunned for a moment until a foul stench hit his nose, and then he understood what Jiang Yue meant by "they've arrived".

"You brat, how dare you fart in front of me!"

After Jiang Yueming finished releasing the gun, he suddenly stood up with a playful look on his face and said, "This isn't my fault. Who told you to stand in the line of fire?"

"I'm too lazy to argue with you!" Fu Dongliu rolled his eyes at Jiang Yue, raised his hand and turned into a white light, returning to his soul sea.

Seeing this, Jiang Yueming stuck out her tongue in the direction he disappeared, a childlike slyness still lingering on her lips.

"Jiang Yueming, quickly activate that flight magic and see if you can learn it quickly."

Ye Mo saw that Jiang Yueming was still in the mood to play around, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had been thinking about how to comfort Jiang Yueming.

However, it seems unnecessary now. He can handle it all on his own. Indeed, when boys encounter difficulties, they don't really need help.

As long as the girl spends quality time with the boy or gives him a warm hug, that's enough.

When Jiang Yueming heard Ye Mo speak, he looked at her and saw that she was as beautiful as ever before. Then he took the golden scroll from his sleeve.

He reached out and pulled back the scroll. A golden light shone on his face, and then one by one, mischievous sprites flooded into his mind from the scroll, followed by the long-lost system voice.

[New system feature unlocked: Spiritual Consciousness Conversion Technique]

[For each skill or technique the host cultivates, they can convert their spiritual consciousness into corresponding proficiency. This method can also be applied to others, but it consumes twice the spiritual consciousness of the host.]

[Detected a low-grade Earth-rank flight spirit technique, Golden Eagle Wings. Current spiritual awareness is 10. 10 more spiritual awareness is required to fully master the flight spirit technique.]

[Should I use the Spirit Conversion Technique?]

A stream of information flashed through Jiang Yueming's mind like code. After careful consideration, he chose to use it without hesitation.

This new feature is incredibly powerful; in the future, any kind of martial arts technique will be easy for him to learn in an instant.

[Using a spirit transference technique...]

The instant the system's voice faded, Jiang Yueming felt a burning sensation on his back, followed by a slight tingling and itching sensation after the initial feeling subsided.

However, it was precisely these strange sensations that enabled him to master the flying technique, the Golden Eagle Wings.

According to the description on the golden scroll, the Golden Eagle Wings can fly three thousand miles per second, a speed that is definitely comparable to that of a warship.

In this way, Dinghai City will not be in danger of falling!

With him around, they know the enemy inside and out. If Dinghai City could prepare for war in advance, they wouldn't be defeated without any chance to fight back as soon as the battle starts.

"Jiang Yueming? Jiang Yueming!"

Seeing that Jiang Yueming seemed engrossed in looking at the golden scroll, Ye Mo waved her jade hand in front of his eyes.

Upon hearing Ye Mo's voice, Jiang Yueming quickly ended the system session and asked, "Ah, what's wrong, Ye Mo?"

"What's wrong? Why are you asking me?" Ye Mo pointed to the detailed cultivation method on the golden scroll and said irritably.

She was just showing Jiang Yueming how to cultivate a flying spirit technique, how could he get distracted like that?

Does he even put his heart into it?

Jiang Yueming knew what Ye Mo wanted to say, so she rolled up the golden scroll again and said with a smile as she moved, "I've already learned this flying spirit technique."

"Huh? What nonsense are you spouting?"

Ye Mo looked at Jiang Yueming with some helplessness, not knowing how to complain about him.

Even the most insightful people in the world wouldn't dare say they've mastered the cultivation method without having carefully looked at it once.

Besides, there's still a distance between understanding the cultivation method and actually being able to use spiritual techniques.

He merely glanced at the scroll; he neither carefully refined the cultivation method nor practiced it in actual combat, yet he dared to claim that he had mastered it?

"If you don't believe me, then I'll show you."

Jiang Yueming knew that Ye Mo didn't believe she could master a flying technique in such a short time.

Ye Mo raised her snow-white chin, waiting to see Jiang Yueming slap her in the face, and said, "Fine, then try and show me."

"You want to see it?" Jiang Yueming didn't immediately grant Ye Mo's request, but instead asked again.

Ye Mo nodded and gave a soft "hmm".

"Hehe, then keep thinking about it."

Suddenly, Ye Mo's face turned cold after being teased by Jiang Yueming, and she raised her fist to punch Jiang Yueming's shoulder.

"Young Master Jiang, so you've been here."

Just as Ye Mo was about to throw a punch, a slightly aged voice interrupted her. A white-haired old man with slow steps, leaning on a wooden cane, walked slowly toward them.

Following behind him was a middle-aged man dressed in a blue cloth shirt. The skin not covered by the clothing was completely dark, clearly indicating that he was skilled at farm work.

Seeing the old man approach, Jiang Yueming politely stepped forward, seemingly instinctively blocking Ye Mo's path, and said, "I am Jiang Yueming. May I ask what business you have with me, sir?"

"Hehe, it's nothing serious, I just wanted to thank you for saving my grandson, so I came here specifically to express my gratitude."

The old man, his hands almost dry, rested on his cane, and looked at Jiang Yueming with a big smile.

He then called out to the middle-aged man, "Ah Liu, give that thing to Young Master Jiang."

"Yes, Father." The man named A-Liu immediately took out a silver-white scale from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yueming with a smile.

"This is..." Jiang Yueming looked at the silvery-white scales but did not immediately catch them. Instead, she asked about the situation first.

If this were some kind of family heirloom or secret treasure of the old man, why would he possibly want it?

The old man seemed to know what Jiang Yueming was worried about, and said with a smile, "Please rest assured, Young Master Jiang, these scales are not mine. A month ago, a man in black asked me to give them to you."

A man in black!?

Jiang Yueming was startled. Recalling the silver-haired man in the grove that night, his body trembled. His extremely cold eyes were still deeply imprinted in his mind.

and many more!

These scales are also silvery-white. What's going on?

Could it be that the silver-haired man left it for me on purpose?

No, I met that silver-haired man seven days ago, so that idea is clearly not valid.

So who could it be?

A cloud of confusion rose in Jiang Yueming's mind, and he frowned, asking, "Old man, did that man in black say anything to you?"

When Jiang Yueming said that, the old man suddenly remembered, patted his sparse white hair and said, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot, that man in black did ask me to pass on a message to you."

"What did you say?" Jiang Yueming's tone suddenly became urgent.

He said, "The world is the game board, and all things are the pieces. Please, join the game."