Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Chapter 154 Universal Harmony

A flash of cold light appeared amidst the smoke and dust, and a man wielding a silver knife suddenly charged towards Ye Mo.

A cold blade rushed towards her, but Ye Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. With a lithe movement of her wrist, she leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

puff!

As her toes touched the ground, blood gushed from her mouth again, and she fell straight to the ground, her face deathly pale.

The backlash from the fusion of those two immortal techniques was no less powerful than their original forms; she was severely injured by the backlash and had lost her ability to fight.

"Haha, you stinky woman, you're really something. If I hadn't used my secret technique in time to advance to the Void Realm..."

"I'm afraid I'll have to hide in the fire too!"

Zhang Dongyan's eyes were filled with cold killing intent as he gripped his silver knife and roared angrily.

Ye Mo's previous fusion immortal technique was truly terrifying. He personally witnessed Hua Xuer and Zhang Yuan being instantly burned to nothingness by the fire lotus, without even a chance to react.

If it weren't for the secret technique given to me by Song Jiu, I would have been burned to ashes by the fire lotus long ago, and I wouldn't still be standing here.

Boom!

Zhang Dongyan dragged his silver knife step by step toward Ye Mo, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Right now, you're like a candle flame in the cold wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment."

"Once I've dealt with you, I'll chop Jiang Yue into mincemeat and offer it as a sacrifice at your grave!"

An aura of death enveloped her. Ye Mo tried to get up, supporting her delicate body with her small hands, but she couldn't get up no matter what she did.

For the first time, a look of fear appeared on her beautiful face as she strained her legs to try and escape Zhang Dongyan's approach.

"What? Are you scared? Haha," Zhang Dongyan laughed gleefully when he saw Ye Mo's disheveled appearance.

"Don't worry, my knife is very sharp."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dongyan suddenly accelerated his pace, raised his silver knife, and slashed down fiercely at Ye Moqin's head.

"Go to hell!"

Boom!

A sharp clanging sound ripped through the night sky as two weapons clashed, sparks flying and scorching the void.

"Zhang Dongyan, you really have a lucky life, you're still alive after all this," Jiang Yueming said with a smile, looking at the man in front of her who was filled with rage.

"Heh, you've advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm?" Zhang Dongyan's expression froze as he sensed Jiang Yueming's aura.

"Yeah, how was it? Impressive, right? Advancing to the Nascent Soul stage in one go," Jiang Yueming chuckled.

While Ye Mo was fighting with Zhang Dongyan and the others, Jiang Yueming activated GG mode and gained Fate Points to advance his realm.

Once he advances to the next level, all of his previous injuries will be healed, and Jiang Yueming is now at full health.

In comparison, Zhang Dongyan was far inferior. Not to mention that he was injured by the Fire Lotus before, even if he forcibly increased his cultivation using a secret technique, the backlash would still be quite severe for him.

Although Zhang Dongyan in front of him was at the Taixu Realm, his strength was less than two or three tenths of that, at most equivalent to the early stage of the Ningyuan Realm.

"Heh, Jiang Yueming, so what if you've advanced? A Nascent Soul cultivator is nothing but an ant before me!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dongyan's spiritual energy suddenly surged up, and a force directly pushed Jiang Yueming back dozens of steps.

As he backed away, he casually put his arm around Ye Mo's slender waist to create distance between himself and Zhang Dongyan.

"You should take a breath and rest first. Leave the rest to me," Jiang Yueming said, looking at the pale-faced beauty in his arms.

"No, you can't beat him," Ye Mo grabbed Jiang Yueming's arm and shook her head.

They are now completely trapped in a predicament, and Ye Mo is unlikely to make a move in the short term.

Jiang Yueming himself had no other means of attack besides the Golden Light Soul Control Array. Even though he had advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, he had no other offensive spiritual techniques.

If Zhang Dongyan uses spiritual techniques, how will Jiang Yueming defend herself?

Seeing her worried expression, Jiang Yueming reached out and gently wiped the blood from Ye Mo's lips, smiling slightly, "If I can't beat them, what do you suggest I do next?"

"I...I don't know," Ye Moxing's eyes dimmed instantly, and she bit her lip tightly.

She never expected that Zhang Dongyan had a backup plan; otherwise, she wouldn't be in this passive situation now.

Jiang Yueming's chances of winning against Zhang Dongyan, who was at the Taixu Realm, were zero. Although she didn't want to believe it, it was the truth.

Seeing Ye Mo's helpless look, Jiang Yueming smiled and said confidently, "I'll tell you what to do."

"Hmm?" Ye Mo raised her clear eyes and looked at Jiang Yueming with some curiosity.

Does Jiang Yueming have some trump card up his sleeve?

"Give me the secret recipe for candied hawthorns, and I'll go buy you a nice coffin!"

"Jiang Yueming! You!"

Ye Mo gritted her teeth, disregarding any sense of composure, and directly raised her hand to punch Jiang Yueming.

"Are you trying to drive me crazy! You're always going on and on about the secret recipe for candied hawthorns, will you die without it?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming shrugged and laughed, "This is how you should be. You were too dejected just now."

"You!" Ye Mo's face flushed slightly, and she raised her fist again.

boom!

Just as Ye Mo was speaking, the night sky was suddenly torn apart, and countless pale white ghosts poured out of the crack, swooping down and entering the bodies of the disciples who had fallen earlier.

The possessed disciples immediately stood up again, and a force frantically repaired their wounds. Soon, a team of several thousand people was formed.

"Gentlemen! I saved you all! Today, whoever can dismember Jiang Yue will be rewarded with a million coins!"

In mid-air, Zhang Dongyan spread his arms wide, staring intently at Jiang Yueming with cold eyes, and said in a sharp voice.

Kill! Kill!

The disciples, who had just regained their fighting strength, immediately moved forward, brandishing their weapons and attacking Jiang Yueming.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing thousands of people surging in like a tide, Jiang Yueming frowned and shouted.

He originally intended to use poison gas to eliminate Zhang Dongyan, but he didn't expect Zhang Dongyan to have this trick up his sleeve.

If he were to use poison gas now, he could save his own life, but these thousands of disciples would become sacrifices, which was something he did not want to see.

"Listen to me, is it really worth it for you to risk your lives for Zhang Dongyan?"

"Haven't you realized by now that he's been using you all as cannon fodder from the very beginning!"

Jiang Yueming's words seemed to shock the disciples, who suddenly stopped in their tracks, their faces showing hesitation.

"A reward of five million!" Zhang Dongyan grinned and spoke again.

"Kill! Kill! Jiang Yue, prepare to die!"

"Five million! Jiang Yue, prepare to die!"

"..."

As Zhang Dongyan increased the reward, the disciples pounced on him like mad wolves. Fortunately, most of them chose to attack in close combat and did not use spiritual techniques.

Jiang Yueming was a soldier in his previous life, and close combat was his forte, so dealing with the disciples who rushed up to him was still quite easy.

"Think about it carefully, is it worth losing your lives for money?" Jiang Yueming kicked one of his disciples aside and scolded him.

"Gou Jiangyue, what do you know? If we weren't forced by life's circumstances, how could we be in this situation?"

Have you ever been treated with contempt? Have you ever suffered injustice? Have your dignity been trampled on?

"You don't! Because you are the high and mighty Jiang Wushen!"

"You're someone else's child, born with a silver spoon in your mouth! You have no idea about the suffering of us ordinary people!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming's expression froze instantly, as if something was stuck in his throat, preventing him from speaking.

"That's how the world is: if you have money, you can enjoy life; if you don't, you can get lost! Do you understand?"

"You don't understand! Because you're a rich person standing at the top of the tower! You wouldn't care about the lives of those below!"

A series of piercing angry shouts entered Jiang Yueming's ears, his face filled with shock, and his dodging movements began to slow down.

His mind was in turmoil. This was the first time he had heard these disciples roar, and he could feel their anger and helplessness in their shouts.

"That's not how it is. Although I am a Martial God in the Jiang Clan, the decision-making power is in the hands of the clan leader. I can't bring you many benefits," Jiang Yueming said, frowning.

"You're talking nonsense! All crows are black! You're all filthy capitalists!"

"You keep saying you can't give us much benefit, but your championship banquet last year cost 600 billion!"

"Can't you spare some money to help us poor people?"

"Heh, let them divide it up. Those upper-class people are obsessed with money! What do they care about the lives of us lower-class folks?"

"Exactly! Jiang Wushen, think about it yourself, why should all the glory be yours, while we're just relegated to being your background!"

"You won the championship, and you're the star of the banquet! Have you ever thought about who would have provided logistical support for your competition if it weren't for us ordinary people? Who would have arranged the banquet?"

"Stop talking! He has no idea what five million means to us ordinary people! In his eyes, five million is like shit on the street."

"Yes! You damned capitalists only care about your own pleasure-seeking lives; you have no idea about the hardships we common folk suffer!"

Amidst the disciples' repeated reprimands, Jiang Yueming remained silent as weapons struck his body several times, yet he did not dodge, allowing blood to gush out.

Yes, I never thought before that the banquet cost 600 billion, which could have provided a stable life for so many families.

He had indeed been up there for too long, and his eyes were blinded by the decadent lifestyle.

Thinking back to my past life when I was begging and barely surviving on the streets of the capital, how could my feelings not be just like theirs now?

Is there truly fairness in this world? Can a world of perfect harmony truly be achieved?

Ah!

"Ye Mo!"