Gangzi

"Sorry, Son of Heaven. I couldn't help myself. You don't mind, do you?"

Simulation Yun Ming burst into laughter, then abruptly lowered his voice and said softly, "Tell me the martial arts techniques, including the Seven Stars Art. Otherwise, who knows what might happen?"

"You're vile, filthy, shameless, disgusting! I'll kill you, you bastard!"

Li Xingyun roared in fury, desperately straining forward without regard for the pain wracking his body. It was clear just how much rage burned in his heart.

"Hm?"

Simulation Yun Ming casually glanced at Li Xingyun, then raised a hand and grabbed Ji Ruxue's clothes. Her outer garment instantly shattered into pieces, leaving only a dudou.

"Son of Heaven, I hope you can calm down."

Li Xingyun's eyes bulged wide, bloodshot veins filling his pupils as he raged, "Son of Heaven, you—***"

A torrent of unbearable vulgarities poured from him. He had clearly broken down completely.

After cursing for a while, he suddenly began to cry, his voice full of pleading. "I'll talk, I'll talk! As long as you let her go, I'll tell you anything! I'll do anything for you! Please let her go. Cough, cough, cough."

Blood kept spilling from Li Xingyun's mouth as he coughed, yet he continued pleading through his tears.

The sight stirred sympathy in many real-world viewers, especially the more emotional angels, whose eyes brimmed with tears.

"Too pitiful."

"That bastard."

"He has to die."

"Scum!"

Seeing the protagonist displayed on the screen, all the angels furrowed their delicate brows in fury. Their anger was plain to see, and they wished they could skin him alive.

Some angels were even so agitated that they wanted to launch Sky Blade Judgment in Sky City, though fortunately, the others held them back.

Even Yun Ming felt that his simulated self had gone too far.

"How could I possibly be this tasteless, this awful?" Yun Ming covered his forehead. Leaning out the window, he could hear people on the street below condemning his simulated self, their furious curses never-ending.

"Damn it, why did it have to be livestreamed? Isn't this screwing me over?"

The more Yun Ming thought about it, the worse he felt.

Angels possessed the Eye of Insight. If they came to Blue Planet and learned what had happened in the livestream...

Going by the angels' sense of justice, that would be a disaster.

For all he knew, the angels already knew.

The very thought made his scalp tingle.

"This isn't me." Yun Ming looked at his sneering simulated self and declared firmly.

Under your coercion, Li Xingyun revealed martial arts such as the Seven Stars Art to you; you used the same method on Zhang Zifan, using Lu Linxuan to force him to hand over the Five Thunders Heavenly Heart Technique.

You began comprehending martial arts such as the Seven Stars Art, studying their subtleties.

Only a few days later, your subordinates informed you that four people had broken into the Heavenly Prison. You knew that what was bound to come had finally arrived.

The Royal Palace on the light screen was magnificent and resplendent, every stone pillar carved with lifelike python-dragon patterns that displayed endless majesty and solemnity.

Simulation Yun Ming sat upright upon the throne, intently flipping through the martial arts manuals on the desk before him.

Suddenly, a fierce gale howled through the hall. The palace doors were violently blown open, then swiftly shut again with a heavy boom.

Simulation Yun Ming remained unmoved, continuing to read with his head lowered as he said blandly, "Great Marshal, you're as polite as ever."

Before the desk stood Yuan Tiangang's terrifying figure, the mask on his face like an abyssal gaze, dark and horrifying.

"For the Elixir of Immortality, you've become this desperate? You no longer care whether you live or die?" Yuan Tiangang's chilling voice was like the arrival of bitter winter.

"Yes. It has driven me mad."

Simulation Yun Ming raised his head to look at Yuan Tiangang and leaned back against his throne. "Great Marshal, did you bring the prescription for the Elixir of Immortality?"

"I forgot the prescription long ago, but I do have one Elixir of Immortality." Yuan Tiangang took out a box and placed it on the desk.

Simulation Yun Ming froze, looking at him in surprise. "You're just handing it over? Is it real?"

He could hardly believe it.

"Since you want it so badly, why shouldn't I give it to you?" Yuan Tiangang laughed coldly and casually waved his hand. The box immediately flew into Simulation Yun Ming's grasp.

"But you must have the life to enjoy it."

"Great Marshal, what I seek is the prescription, not some pill of unknown origin." With a casual wave of his hand, Simulation Yun Ming opened the box. Inside lay a brownish pellet, utterly ordinary in appearance.

"How many years has it been? It has been a long time since I last saw anyone pursue the Elixir of Immortality again." Yuan Tiangang's voice was cold and hoarse, carrying the weight of the years. He seemed to be lamenting, yet also mocking those who sought eternal life.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly paced before the desk, standing tall and straight as a pine. He turned his head, casting a cold gaze toward Simulation Yun Ming.

"You seek to rule the world and crave immortality as well. Such greed will never end well." Yuan Tiangang spoke icily, his tone full of disdain and mockery.

Hearing this, Simulation Yun Ming curled his lips into a cold smile and lightly tossed the box back at Yuan Tiangang. "Great Marshal, how could someone as lofty as you understand the longing of those who have never possessed anything? You have everything, so naturally, you cannot understand how we feel."

Yuan Tiangang raised a hand and steadily caught the flying box. He sneered. "If you crave immortality so badly, why return the pill to me?"

"You don't believe me?" he asked in return, then broke into a sinister laugh. "I disdain deceiving others. If you want immortality, I will give you immortality. This is indeed a genuine Elixir of Immortality. Of course, it may also be a deadly poison. It depends on whether you dare take the risk and try it... Heh heh, I am plotting against you, toying with you. What can you do about it?"

It was like a dragon flying straight into his face, and Simulation Yun Ming's expression instantly darkened.

"Then how about I give you another chance?" Yuan Tiangang tossed the box toward Simulation Yun Ming again, a mocking smile on his face. "Do you dare gamble on whether this pill is real?"

Simulation Yun Ming caught the box. His icy gaze swept over the pill before he looked coldly at Yuan Tiangang. "Great Marshal... no, Gangzi, why don't we make a deal?"

The moment he spoke, the atmosphere around them became grave, as though even the air had frozen solid.

"Boy, you truly have guts." Yuan Tiangang threw back his head and laughed, his voice thunderous. "You dare address me like that? You dare discuss a deal with me? What qualifications do you have?"

Before his words had even faded, Yuan Tiangang attacked fiercely. The entire void trembled beneath his qi, and the explosion was deafening.

Boom!

The entire royal hall was instantly thrown into chaos, dust and smoke billowing skyward and blotting out the sun.

A blurred figure plummeted at high speed and crashed heavily onto the ground.

His crown had shattered, and his black hair streamed in the wind, revealing a handsome yet stern face. Blood hung glaringly from the corner of his mouth.

Simulation Yun Ming raised a hand to wipe away the blood at his lips, then suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Gangzi, you don't like being called that?" He looked provocatively at Yuan Tiangang.

"With your pathetic little skill, you dare shout before me?"

Yuan Tiangang slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, radiating a terrifying aura. Beneath his mask, his eyes gleamed with venomous, icy light.

"You think absorbing a little of someone else's cultivation lets you contend with me? How naïve. How laughable!" His voice shook like thunder, capable of piercing metal and shattering stone.

The next second, his body suddenly bent forward, shooting toward Simulation Yun Ming like an arrow released from its bow, incomparably fast.