Duokouhuo

Simulation Yun Ming sat imposing on his seat, stroking Li Cunren's head as he said teasingly, "Thirteenth Sister, now that our foster father was dead, you should follow your little brother from now on."

Li Cunren raised her eyes to look at the unusually gentle Simulation Yun Ming. She said nothing, merely weeping.

"Perhaps there had been some misunderstandings between us before, but none of that mattered now, because you were my woman." Simulation Yun Ming gently wiped away her tears.

"I needed you to do something for me." Simulation Yun Ming spoke softly. "Once I held power over the Jin Kingdom, you would be the Royal Concubine. You would be the Holy Master of Tongwen Academy."

Li Cunren froze, her reddened eyes filled with shock.

By the candlelight, Simulation Yun Ming's face looked dark as he said flatly, "Have the Shāng Organization release word that Li Xingyun possessed the secret of the Elixir of Immortality."

Ever since you had thought of the Elixir of Immortality, your desire for it had grown stronger and stronger.

You understood that this meant becoming enemies with Yuan Tiangang.

Originally, you had intended to lie low until Yuan Tiangang died before beginning your great undertaking.

But with your existence and Li Siyuan's death, you wondered whether Yuan Tiangang would still seek death of his own accord. You were not certain.

Yet the temptation of immortality made you change your mind.

This was a tremendous gamble.

If you won, the rewards would be immense.

You considered yourself a transmigrator and a martial arts prodigy. You believed destiny was on your side.

You had gone mad. You decided to take a gamble.

You began to make your arrangements.

You had Li Cunren spread the secret that Li Xingyun possessed the Elixir of Immortality, causing an uproar across the land and enraging Yuan Tiangang. He began investigating the Shāng Organization and soon learned that you had been directing it from behind the scenes.

You knew Li Cunren would betray you, but you had done it deliberately.

You went to Mobei alone.

There, you met a terrifying being of Mobei.

The desert wind raged like a beast, sweeping up yellow sand that filled the sky. The blazing sun mercilessly scorched the earth, while dry hot winds churned through the air in wave after wave of heat.

Within this sprawling cluster of yurts, the once fiercely savage Mobei soldiers involuntarily retreated again and again before the approaching man in a black hooded cloak, their fear plainly visible.

Behind the man lay a horrifying expanse of corpses, so numerous that it sent chills down one's spine.

"You have a lot of nerve, barging into my Mobei Royal Court alone and slaughtering so many of my Mobei people! You are courting death!" An angry male voice rang out, filled with fury and authority.

Then a noble, dignified female voice spoke as well. "The famed King of You Province, what business brought you to my Mobei Royal Court?"

As the voices fell silent, a middle-aged man with loose hair and a left-folding robe emerged, followed by a regal woman. They were the rulers of the Mobei Royal Court—Abaoji and Shuliduo.

Simulation Yun Ming looked at them and calmly called out their names. "Abaoji. Shuliduo."

"I came here to find someone," he said flatly.

"Find someone? I think you came here to cause trouble!" Abaoji roared with a dark expression.

"Compared with your queen, you truly lacked a king's composure." Simulation Yun Ming smiled mockingly, as though he were looking at a clown.

Shuliduo's expression turned cold as well. "The person you sought was not here. Please leave."

Yet Simulation Yun Ming had no intention of leaving. He looked at Shuliduo, an unusual gleam flashing through his eyes. "Shuliduo, I had always admired you. You were a woman filled with ambition and boundless desire. Perhaps some feared you, but I did not. Because you were beautiful."

His words made it impossible to tell whether he admired or disparaged her, but their meaning was unmistakable.

"Flirting with his wife right in front of him? The husband was still awake." Someone in the audience whispered teasingly. "Look at her husband—his face had gone green."

"He really did not regard them as worthy of his notice at all."

The viewers in reality clicked their tongues in amazement.

Shuliduo's face instantly turned livid.

Abaoji's face turned purple with rage. His clenched fist seemed ready to crush the air itself as he glared at Simulation Yun Ming and said in a low, furious voice, "You were courting death."

Simulation Yun Ming seemed not to hear Abaoji's threat. His gaze fell directly upon a young girl standing beside them.

The girl stood barefoot, wearing a beast-head mask. Judging by her figure, she was clearly still young.

"Aogu, I came to find your master," Simulation Yun Ming said calmly, his voice carrying an indisputable authority.

Abaoji's rage flared even further. Pointing at Simulation Yun Ming, he shouted, "Take him down!"

The instant his words fell, a violent gale rose. Simulation Yun Ming's figure appeared before Abaoji in a flash. Expressionless, with cold eyes like the gaze of death itself, he seized Abaoji by the throat, leaving him unable to speak or breathe.

"Release my king!"

Suddenly, an ancient sigh broke the tense atmosphere.

Upon hearing that voice, the surrounding Mobei soldiers all dropped to their knees, Shuliduo included. Only Aogu remained standing and did not kneel.

Hearing this, Simulation Yun Ming released Abaoji. His body turned into an afterimage and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Inside a dim tent, an old man with two braided pigtails sat cross-legged upon animal pelts. Slowly, the old man spoke in a voice steeped in the passage of time. "More than a hundred years ago, someone also came to Mobei to seek the secret of the Elixir of Immortality."

"Had you divined it?"

Simulation Yun Ming furrowed his brow slightly and said flatly, "I had not come to seek the secret of the Elixir of Immortality."

The old man's white brows knit slightly, confusion flashing through his eyes. "You had not come for the Elixir of Immortality?"

Simulation Yun Ming spoke calmly. "I had indeed come for the Elixir of Immortality, but not to uncover its secret."

He paused before continuing, "I came here for Yuan Tiangang."

The old man looked at him expressionlessly, speaking in a low, weathered voice. "You seemed to know quite a lot. Your fate was strange and ever-shifting. No matter how I looked, I could not see through it."

Simulation Yun Ming took a deep breath and said gravely, "I knew that a shaman had once aided a man named Zhang WuLang a hundred years ago. He obtained the Mobei Secret Method, allowing him to withstand the Elixir of Immortality's overwhelming medicinal power."

The old man nodded slightly and asked, "Then did you also wish to obtain that secret method?"

Simulation Yun Ming said indifferently, "Making money was one thing, but one still needed to live long enough to spend it. Yuan Tiangang had lived for three hundred years, and his cultivation had long since reached the profound realm. Although Zhang WuLang obtained the Elixir of Immortality, his strength was insufficient. In the end, he could not truly enjoy its blessings."

The old man's clouded eyes fixed tightly on Simulation Yun Ming as he slowly said, "Since you understood this, why not wait quietly for the right opportunity? You possessed exceptional talent. Having cultivated for less than ten years, you had already achieved such accomplishments. You could be called an unparalleled genius."