Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

However, on the other hand, while the first Immortal Pill Divine Strategy is easy to obtain, the Myriad Origin Technique is considerably more difficult to acquire.

Because he doesn't have any cultivation techniques or pills to quickly improve his soul level, he can't rely on his own cultivation to upgrade his soul realm.

This is far too slow. If there is no other way to quickly improve his soul realm, he estimates that his soul level will only reach the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm after he advances to the peak of the Primordial Realm.

Slow, so slow!

"However..." Jiang Yueming rubbed his chin with his hand, turned his gaze to the purple jade slip floating in mid-air, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Since the Immortal Pill Divine Strategy itself claims to have collected and contained all the pill formulas in the world, then there must be pill formulas among them that can quickly improve one's soul realm!

As long as I can refine it myself, all the problems in my path will be solved.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yueming reached out and grabbed the purple jade slip, preparing to examine it carefully, when he heard Ye Mo's urgent shouts. In an instant, the magnificent scene of alchemy before his eyes vanished.

Once the spirit returned to its place, thoughts and perceptions immediately returned to reality.

"Jiang Yueming, why are you suddenly spacing out?" Ye Mo waved her fair, delicate fingers in front of Jiang Yueming's eyes, her face full of confusion.

Ever since he touched the silvery scales, he has been like an old monk in deep meditation, and no matter how the outside world calls to him, he does not react at all.

So she had no choice but to let the old man and his wife go home first, so that they wouldn't have to stand there thanking her for nothing.

Jiang Yueming snapped out of her reverie, realizing the old men weren't there, and paused before asking, "Which old man left?"

"Yeah, otherwise why would we just sit here looking at wood?"

Ye Mo rolled her eyes at Jiang Yueming, then stood there dumbfounded without saying a word. In the end, Jiang Yueming had to clean up the mess.

The old man even teased her, saying things like, "Madam Jiang is really elegant, and she and Young Master Jiang are a perfect match."

That's so embarrassing!

Nothing had ever happened between her and Jiang Yueming, so how did she end up being mistaken for Mrs. Jiang?

No! There's nothing between them!

Ye Mo's mind was a little confused. She turned her rosy cheeks to the side and pouted, "Not only is the old man gone, but all the people are gone too. Now it's just the two of us left."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ye Mo immediately regretted it. Why did she explain so much to Jiang Yueming?

He has eyes, doesn't he?

Jiang Yueming glanced around, nodded slightly, and took over her words.

It seems he really has been in his sea of ​​consciousness for too long.

But speaking of which, who exactly is that man in black? Is he in cahoots with the silver-haired man from before?

Why did he give himself nine immortal techniques? And what was the meaning of inviting him into the game?

A cloud of doubts rose in Jiang Yueming's mind, and she frowned, but quickly relaxed.

Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now. The matter of Dinghai is more important right now!

"Ye Mo, let's split up," Jiang Yueming said, looking at Ye Mo.

"I'll go to Dinghai City, you go to Xianyou Restaurant. We'll meet at the gates of Yanjing City in ten days."

The reason he split his forces into two groups was not only because Ye Mo had promised Zhang Taidao that she would deliver the letter to Xianyou Restaurant, but also because he hoped that she would be safe and sound.

She should be kept away from the battlefield to avoid danger while with him.

"No way, if you die, who will I use to taste the dishes?" Ye Mo knew his good intentions, but she still said the opposite.

Because she was also worried about Jiang Yueming.

Looking into her unyielding eyes, Jiang Yueming could only shrug and say, "You'll be a burden if you come along."

It wasn't that Jiang Yueming disliked Ye Mo that much, but to be honest, if she insisted on coming along, he would definitely be distracted when they got to the battlefield.

After all, Ye Mo was willing to give up her stable but difficult life at the inn to accompany him to a completely unfamiliar Holy Dragon Empire.

Based on this bond, Jiang Yueming could not possibly stand by and watch Ye Mo suffer the slightest injustice or harm.

Although perhaps in her heart, she really was just an object to be used for cooking.

But Jiang Yueming was still quite grateful to her.

Imagine, after a long day at work, you're exhausted and have no energy left to cook. You might as well just order takeout.

But looking down at an empty wallet, or with a meager amount of cash on WeChat, how can one afford the delivery service from Royal Deliveryman?

In the end, he could only make do with Master Kang, whom he had relied on since childhood.

The old-fashioned style is economical and affordable; the only downside is that one bucket isn't enough to fill you up.

However, with Ye Mo by his side, the situation is different. Not to mention that he can feast his eyes on beautiful women, he also has someone to take care of his three meals a day.

Although what she did might be a bit toxic, it's better than starving to death.

Moreover, his stomach ailment was indeed tormenting. It's likely that his predecessor often went hungry while living with the Jiang family, which eventually led to his stomach problems.

"Jiang Yueming, how dare you call me a burden? Can you even beat me?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo's beautiful eyes flashed with anger. She pretended to be angry and raised her small fist as if to punch him.

"Hmm"

A sudden, dull pain rose in her chest, her fair brows furrowed, and she withdrew her hand to cover her full breasts.

Seeing this, Jiang Yueming's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He reached out to grab her wrist, but then paused and withdrew his hand.

His expression turned serious, and he said, "It seems your injury hasn't fully healed yet. Oh well."

"Give me the map, and if conditions allow, I'll stay with you for another night."

"To repay the kindness of feeding me these past few days!"

His words reached her delicate ears, and Ye Mo's bright eyes suddenly lowered, her pearly teeth gently biting her red lips. She didn't listen carefully to what Jiang Yueming was saying.

She simply took out the map and handed it to him casually, then remained silent.

How can I repay the kindness of being fed?

Taking the map, Jiang Yueming didn't notice her slightly distressed expression. He immediately opened the map, his eyes flashing with contemplation, his fingers moving incessantly across the map.

According to his memory, the first British warship to reach Dinghai was the HMS Willisley, commanded by James John Gordon Burma.

Given the speed of warships at that time, if they had used the Golden Eagle Wings at full speed to reach Dinghai, they should have been able to make it in time.

But once they arrive in Dinghai, how will they resolve such a critical situation?

Small sailboats can't beat warships...

"Jiang Yueming, you don't need to come with me. The people of Dinghai are more important. Let's set off now."

Just as Jiang Yueming was troubled by the battle, Ye Motan spoke softly, still indicating that she wanted to go to Dinghai City with Jiang Yueming.

After speaking, she turned around and walked straight towards the main road ahead, her brows furrowing as she tried to suppress her discomfort.

She knew perfectly well how enormous the warships were to Dinghai City, and that the chances of winning a battle were slim, but she still wanted to give it a try.

War is a crime, but the common people are innocent.

The tragic scenes of border wars and heart-wrenching cries from my childhood memories resurfaced in my mind, each scene like a painful tear in a bloody wound.

Regardless of life or death in this battle, she is determined to go to Dinghai City!