Yuan Tiangang

To climb the ranks, he didn't hesitate to frame others and use every means available: disguising himself as a mountain bandit to slaughter government troops, and secretly orchestrating the assassination of his superiors during every bandit-suppression operation.

To seize control of You Province, he even shamelessly called an enemy his foster father, massacred his comrades, and plunged the province into a large-scale slaughter by the Jin Army—thousands of homes weeping, tens of thousands lost.

The hundreds of thousands on the Peninsula were also butchered, and his policy of total militarization under his rule was outright tyranny, leaving the people living in fear and unrest.

He even colluded in secret with the Barbarians, selling them grain and weapons to fund their invasion of the Jin Kingdom and even his own You Province.

When facing his foster father, he resorted to lies and evasions; when Li Keyong sent men to demand an accounting, he ambushed and killed them on the road.

Truly sinister and dark, unfilial and disloyal.

"Well, this is something."

On the other side, Yun Ming stared at his simulated self, his heart a mess of Mixed Feelings, unsure how to judge.

Should he feel gratified, or marvel that this simulated version of him truly embodied his own style?

He couldn't help but walk to the window and look out at the street below.

There, passersby in every alley and lane craned their necks, eyes fixed on that brilliant light screen as if utterly captivated.

Damn, it really was a live broadcast.

Yun Ming felt a headache coming on and muttered to himself: "With me looking like this, I won't get recognized and beaten to a pulp, right?"

Seriously, why did the simulation have to be streamed live?

Yun Ming looked up at the light screen hanging high in the sky. There, his simulated self knelt at the feet of a masked man, his face full of panic and fear—a far cry from the domineering aura that had once scorned all life.

"You sure know how to read the room."

The Masked Man's voice came out hoarse and icy, sending chills down the spine.

"Not bad at all."

The simulated Yun Ming's scalp tingled. He felt Yuan Tiangang's body was like a bottomless black abyss—touching it brought a chill that seeped straight through to the bone.

"It's my great honor to serve the Great Marshal," the simulated Yun Ming said, lowering his head respectfully.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Yuan Tiangang let out a cold laugh, his eyes beneath the mask like deep pits staring at the simulated Yun Ming. His tone was flat but carried undeniable authority: "Then this Marshal will assign you a task."

"Please, Great Marshal, give your orders," the simulated Yun Ming replied deferentially.

"Kill your foster father." Yuan Tiangang's tone remained as calm as still water, yet it sent a shiver down the spine.

"Huh?"

The simulated Yun Ming looked up at Yuan Tiangang in disbelief, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

"What? Unwilling?" Yuan Tiangang's voice turned instantly cold, a sinister glint flickering in his eyes that inspired fear.

"Great Marshal, my foster father is both my closest kin and my dearest love. His martial arts are unfathomable, and I know I'm no match for him," the simulated Yun Ming said, his face troubled, his tone laced with deep helplessness.

In reality, Yun Ming wore a strange expression and muttered under his breath: "This guy—should I give him a raise?"

"Closest kin and dearest love? Hahahaha!"

Yuan Tiangang threw his head back and laughed, the sound cold and piercing, as if it could cut through a soul.

His laughter echoed among the roof tiles, lingering long, full of mockery and disdain for the simulated Yun Ming's words.

"So, are you willing to carry out this task for this Marshal or not?"

Yuan Tiangang stopped laughing, his tone a question but carrying an unyielding authority.

His gaze was like a blade, stabbing straight into the simulated Yun Ming's heart, as if the slightest hesitation would bring down a thunderous wrath.

"Since the Great Marshal commands, even if I have to go through fire and water, I won't refuse."

The simulated Yun Ming gritted his teeth and steeled himself to answer. "But my strength is meager. To eliminate a master like Li Keyong, I'll need some time to plan."

"Strength meager? Hmph, this Marshal doesn't buy that." Yuan Tiangang sneered, his tone dripping with contempt for the simulated Yun Ming's power. "The 'Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art' you cultivate is immensely powerful. You've been hunting down martial artists across the land, absorbing their skills, even wiping out entire families for this art. Your power now is no less than Li Keyong's."

With that, Yuan Tiangang laughed coldly again. "This Marshal also knows you're Jiang Chen's prized disciple. In less than ten years, you rose from the Great Celestial Realm to a Supreme Realm expert—such talent and strength are truly astonishing."

Despite the words, Yuan Tiangang's tone seemed laced with deep wariness and caution. He appeared to praise the simulated Yun Ming's talent and power, but it was more a probe and a warning.

The simulated Yun Ming clasped his hands and replied respectfully: "It's all thanks to my master's merciful heart, pulling me from a pile of corpses. My greatest dream is just to live well, eat a good meal, and find a wife to settle down with."

In reality.

"This guy's acting isn't bad."

Qiang Wei said coldly, "He's deliberately lowering that masked man's guard—a clever move."

"A Hero in troubled times, being an Oscar-worthy actor is the bare minimum," Qi Lin said.

"Naturally." Zhao Xin nodded in agreement, elaborating: "Big shots often have deep schemes. But our Sister Na—both inside and out—is full of sunshine. That's rare."

Lei Na glanced at Zhao Xin at this, sensing something behind his words.

"I feel like you're implying something about me," Lei Na said, puzzled.

"Just saying you're straightforward and simple," Qiang Wei explained flatly, then teased: "Or are you that naive sweet-girl type?"

"I didn't mean that at all! Don't wrong me!" Zhao Xin quickly defended himself, not wanting to offend Lei Na.

"By the way, I'm really curious about that masked guy." Ge Xiaolun voiced his doubts, turning to his good buddy and everyone around: "The main character's all domineering now, but when he faced that Masked Man, he just dropped to his knees, looking terrified of him."

"That Masked Man's voice is hoarse, his vibe is cold and sinister—clearly not a good person." Qi Lin analyzed. "Probably a major villain."

The Super Soldier Company kept discussing.

As the light screen's footage advanced, they saw a bath scene like a paradise on earth. Several young women in sheer gauze scattered petals by the pool, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

Then, Simulation Yun Ming, dressed in white, walked into the bath.

The young women immediately bowed and removed his clothes. Afterward, they shed their own garments and entered the bath with Simulation Yun Ming.

This scene left the people in reality dumbfounded, bursting into exclamations.

"Oh my god! This is way too luxurious!"

"So many beauties bathing with him—this is the peak of life!"

"The steam is too thick, can't see anything!"

"Seriously, what's the point of just showing silhouettes?"

"If you're gonna show it, show it all. If not, don't bother. Don't act like a saint while playing the whore!"