What's the meaning?

Karl stood atop Dokar's smooth head, frowning as he looked at Mo Hongyun who had come to intercept him. "What I'm doing now is entirely my own doing and has nothing to do with Dingtian Academy."

"Oh."

Mo Hongyun scoffed, clearly not understanding what he meant.

"What you've done today is aiding and abetting evil. You're helping Yan Qing destroy the entire Aotian Continent!"

The Realm of Death

The death of the Purple-Robed Venerable

The message left by the Venerable One before his death...

Mo Hongyun recounted everything to him, one by one. Karl went from being expressionless to shocked, and he looked at Jia Xitong beside him.

"No, that's definitely not my host's real person. Someone is impersonating my host's real person!"

Jia Xitong hurriedly said, "That person is very strong, but I'm sure he's not my host's relative."

Do you think what you're saying is credible?

Mo Hongyun didn't want to pay any more attention to a mere Talisman King realm cultivator. Instead, he looked at Karl and said, "I know you like this junior very much, and you also know that this junior has a close relationship with Yan Qing. Now even the Purple Robe Venerable can't defeat him, and none of us are his match. We need a hostage, someone who can restrain him."

That person is Jia Xitong.

Of course, these are just their opinions; Jia Xitong herself would never agree with them.

"That's really not my host's relative, and there's nothing you can do to control him."

She said earnestly, only to find that no one on the other end believed her even though she was telling the truth. "That's just an imposter who looks a lot like my host!"

Mo Hongyun looked at Karl and said lightly, "The body of the Purple Robe Venerable is still in the Temple of the Martial God."

One sentence is worth more than anything.

Karl softened.

He glanced at Jia Xitong, his lips moving slightly, "Take me to see her."

Mo Hongyun looked at the red-robed attendants, whose lack of reaction indicated that they had tacitly agreed.

##

The doors to the Martial God Temple were tightly shut, but incense burned continuously in the large cauldron outside—the incense used to worship the Martial God, and it had never been interrupted. From the outside, it seemed no different from any other time.

But pushing open the door

A white coffin was placed in the center of the temple.

The body of the purple-robed Venerable was placed inside. Karl stood in front of the coffin for a long time, then looked at Jia Xitong, "Do you know... where your host is?"

"We were being hunted down by the people of the Temple of Martial God underwater, and then we were forced to separate."

Looking at the person in the coffin, Jia Xitong honestly confessed, "But I'm certain that this... senior wasn't killed by my host. I can swear on this coffin!"

Carl fell silent upon hearing this; the facts seemed more convincing than Jia Xitong's words.

"In the realm of death, no life exists."

Mo Hongyun gestured for someone to bring out a map, on which the problematic area was marked with a red line. "This is the area of ​​the Death Realm that the Martial God Temple explored yesterday. It has expanded to one-third of the martial arts territory."

Do you see the constant influx of refugees?

These people are the survivors who escaped from the deadly situation.

They still have a place to escape to now, but when the Realm of Death spreads throughout the entire Aotian Continent, where can they escape to? Whether cultivators or ordinary people, they will only have to find a place to wait for death.

He tapped the table, looking at Karl with a weary expression, "Are you really going to abandon everyone in the world for the sake of one student? How much longer are you going to be so foolish?!"

Mo Hongyun's voice "woke" Karl up.

Jia Xitong held a very high position in his heart, but in the face of the masses, her weight was as light as a feather.

Between the two, Karl would choose the latter, "the fine barrel..."

Seeing Uncle Carl's expression, Jia Xitong knew that no one would believe her. She felt a little discouraged, a little sad, and a little resentful. But she also knew that she couldn't blame Uncle Carl for this; his willingness to believe Shang Yanting and to help her escape was already something that most people would find difficult to do.

This is all the fault of that scoundrel who impersonated Shang Yanting.

If this person isn't eliminated, not only will Shang Yanting's injustice never be cleared, but he even wants to follow the protagonist's path of destroying the world.

"Fine, what are you going to do with me?"

Jia Xitong faced reality: since she couldn't beat them or explain herself clearly, she would join them.

Unfortunately, due to her current special status, the martial arts practitioners wouldn't allow her to join.

Jia Xitong had her magical artifacts confiscated, was put in prison shackles that could suppress her cultivation, and was then thrown into the Martial God Temple's dungeon, feeling as if she were to be executed in the autumn.

But no.

She was only locked up for one night before being released.

"We need you to lure Yan Qing out."

Wu Xiu knew he couldn't touch Shang Yanting in the Realm of Death, and his only bargaining chip wouldn't be killing her easily. They discussed it all night before finally arriving at a detailed plan—

Use a thin bucket as bait.

They placed men around her to ambush him, luring him into the encirclement of the martial arts practitioners. Even with sheer numbers, they could wear him down!

This method is simple and crude, but Jia Xitong feels it might not work.

After all, he's not her family's host, so he probably doesn't care much about her life or property, right? Threatening someone who doesn't care about her much with her own life just seems absurd.

It would be strange if this could lure people out.

noon

Jia Xitong was hung on an open ground near the edge of death.

She was bound hand and foot to a pillar under the blazing sun, the temperature extremely high. The heat seemed to threaten to ignite the dry firewood beneath her feet; it was quite unoriginal of the people from the Temple of the God of War to actually try to burn her alive.

Carl watched the people tied to the rack from a distance.

His hands clenched tightly, his eyes bloodshot, yet he held onto Dokar, who was trying to rush out, with all his might. "I'm sorry, don't blame me."

The red-robed attendant glanced at the deathly landscape ahead, and as the sun reached its zenith, he shouted, "Execute!"

The fire has started!

Dry firewood burns very quickly even under a small flame.

The flames had risen to Jia Xitong's legs, the scorching heat beginning to cook her body. Jia Xitong was unbearably hot; she felt her hair was being singed and her clothes were on fire. The searing pain was excruciating, and she had to try to distract herself with thoughts.

Why couldn't they have let her take a bath before burning her?

If a person were burned by so much firewood, how well would they be cooked?

That bastard Shang Yanting! His precious daughter was almost burned to death and he didn't even show up. If she really turned into a lump of blackened charcoal, he'd be devastated...