Yuan Tiangang

In order to rise through the ranks, he stopped at nothing—framing others and resorting to every possible scheme. He disguised himself as a mountain bandit to slaughter government troops, and during every bandit-suppression campaign, he secretly plotted the assassination of his superiors.

To seize control of You Province, he even shamelessly acknowledged a bandit as his father, massacred his comrades, and plunged You Province into a large-scale slaughter by the Jin Army. Thousands of homes wept; tens of thousands were destroyed.

The hundreds of thousands living on the Peninsula were also massacred. His policy of arming the entire populace was outright tyranny, leaving the people in constant fear and unease.

He even secretly colluded with the Barbarians, selling them grain and weapons to support their invasion of the Jin Kingdom—and even his own You Province.

Then, when facing his adoptive father, he spun lie after lie to evade responsibility. When Li Keyong sent men to hold him accountable, he had them intercepted and killed halfway.

Truly sinister and vile—disloyal and unfilial.

"This really is..."

Elsewhere, Yun Ming stared at his simulated self, his emotions a tangled mess. He did not even know how to judge it.

Should he have felt gratified, or should he have sighed that his simulated self truly had the same style as Yun Ming?

Unable to resist, he walked to the window and looked out at the street.

The passersby in the streets and alleys had all craned their necks, their gazes fixed on the dazzling screen of light as though they had been completely drawn in.

Damn it, this really was a livestream.

Yun Ming could not help but feel a headache coming on as he silently wondered, Looking like this, I probably won't be recognized and beaten to death, right?

Seriously, why did the simulation have to be livestreamed?

Yun Ming looked up at the glowing screen hanging high in the sky. His simulated self was currently kneeling at the feet of a masked man, his face full of panic and unease. He was completely different from the domineering figure who had looked down on all living things earlier.

"You really know how to read the situation."

The masked man's voice was hoarse and cold, enough to send chills down one's spine.

"Very good."

Simulation Yun Ming's scalp went numb. Yuan Tiangang's body felt like a bottomless black hole—merely sensing it filled him with dread and sent an icy chill through his entire body.

"To be able to serve the Great Marshal is truly my greatest honor." Simulation Yun Ming lowered his head respectfully and answered with utmost deference.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Yuan Tiangang sneered. His eyes beneath the mask stared at Simulation Yun Ming like an abyss. His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority. "Then I have a task for you."

"Please give your orders, Great Marshal," Simulation Yun Ming replied respectfully.

"Kill your adoptive father." Yuan Tiangang's tone remained as calm as water, yet it made people shudder.

"What?"

Hearing that, Simulation Yun Ming looked up at Yuan Tiangang in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"What? You're unwilling?" Yuan Tiangang's tone instantly turned cold, and a sinister gleam flashed in his eyes, making him terrifying to behold.

"Great Marshal, to me, my adoptive father is both family and beloved kin. Moreover, his martial arts are unfathomable. I know I am no match for him." Simulation Yun Ming looked troubled, his tone thick with helplessness.

In reality, Yun Ming wore a strange expression and muttered softly, "Does this guy need a little more money added to the offer?"

"Beloved kin? Heh, hahahahaha!"

Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang threw back his head and laughed. His laughter was cold and piercing, as though it could penetrate one's soul.

His laughter echoed among the roof tiles for a long time, filled with mockery and disdain for Simulation Yun Ming's words.

"So, are you willing to complete this task for me or not?"

Yuan Tiangang stopped laughing. Though he phrased it as a question, his tone carried unquestionable authority.

His gaze was like a blade, piercing straight into Simulation Yun Ming's heart. It seemed that if the other man hesitated even slightly, he would unleash thunderous fury.

"Since the Great Marshal has given the order, even if I must brave mountains of blades and seas of fire, I will not refuse."

Simulation Yun Ming gritted his teeth and hardened his heart. "It is only that my strength is limited. To eliminate an expert like Li Keyong, I fear I will need some time to make preparations."

"Limited strength? Hmph, I don't believe that." Yuan Tiangang sneered, his tone full of contempt for Simulation Yun Ming's strength. "The Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art you cultivate possesses boundless power. You have captured martial artists throughout the martial world and absorbed their inner strength. To cultivate this art, you even wiped out entire families. By now, your cultivation is no weaker than Li Keyong's."

As he spoke, Yuan Tiangang sneered again. "I also know that you are 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."

Though he said this, Yuan Tiangang's tone seemed to conceal deep wariness and vigilance. He appeared to be praising Simulation Yun Ming's talent and strength, but he was more likely probing and warning him.

Simulation Yun Ming stood with his hands clasped before him and replied respectfully, "It was all thanks to my master's compassionate heart. He saved me from a pile of corpses. My greatest dream is simply to live well, eat a good meal, and find a wife to live out my days with."

In reality.

"This guy's acting is really good."

With a cold expression, Qiang Wei said, "He's deliberately lowering that masked man's guard. He really is a clever guy."

"For a hero in troubled times, being an award-winning actor is the bare minimum," Qi Lin said.

"Of course." Zhao Xin nodded in agreement and elaborated, "Important figures usually have deep and unfathomable minds. But our Sister Na is sunny, both inside and out. That's truly rare."

Hearing this, Lei Na could not help but glance at Zhao Xin, as though she had sensed some hidden meaning in his words.

"Why do I feel like you're talking about me?" Lei Na asked suspiciously.

"I was only saying that you're innocent and straightforward," Qiang Wei explained blandly, then teased, "Or are you the sweet-but-naive kind of girl?"

"That wasn't what I meant! Don't frame me!" Zhao Xin hurriedly defended himself. He did not want to offend Lei Na over this.

"Speaking of which, I'm really curious about that masked guy." Ge Xiaolun raised his question, speaking up for his best friend. "The protagonist is so imposing now, but when he faces that masked man, he immediately kneels down. He looks terrified of him."

"That masked man has a hoarse voice and a cold aura. One look tells you he's no good," Qi Lin analyzed. "He's probably a major villain."

The members of the Super Soldier Company continued their discussion.

As the scene on the screen advanced, they saw a bathhouse that looked like an earthly paradise. Several beautiful young women clad in sheer garments scattered flower petals by the pool, creating a hazy and beautiful atmosphere.

Soon after, Simulation Yun Ming, dressed in white, entered the bath.

The young women immediately bowed and helped him remove his clothes. Then they removed their own garments as well and entered the bath with Simulation Yun Ming.

The people in reality were left dumbfounded by the sight and cried out in amazement.

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

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

"The mist is way too thick! I can't see anything!"

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

"If you're going to show it, show all of it. If you don't want to show it, then don't. Don't act like a whore while building a chastity arch!"