On the other side

Inside the God of War Temple

Shang Yanting descended from the sky, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at the heavily injured and tense red-robed attendants around him. However, compared to the original Shang Yanting, he was better able to conceal his emotions. He looked at Karl in the crowd and asked in a gentle and mild tone, "Senior Karl, regarding the request from a month ago, where is Xitong?"

Karl's brow twitched as he looked at the man before him, dressed in a crescent-white robe, a stark contrast to the murderous figure of just a day ago. Not only Karl, but Mo Hongyun and several red-robed cultivators also noticed the difference and grew suspicious.

Of course, there are also some who are blind.

What are you pretending for there?

"Haven't you already taken her away?"

As some of the lesser divine servants chattered amongst themselves, the fake smile on Shang Yanting's face gradually disappeared.

Finally, he lost his patience.

He reached out and flicked out the puppet silk, which pierced the nearest red-robed divine servant.

Shang Yanting not only cultivates both magic and martial arts, but his strength in both has also reached the Venerable level. In addition, he absorbs the Dragon Pearl and the Dragon Clan's inheritance day and night, so the Martial Saint is indeed no longer a threat to him.

He no longer maintained his feigned friendliness, and used the puppet threads to obtain all the memories of the divine servant.

He saw that Jia Xitong was being chased by the people of the Temple of Martial God after they separated, and that not long ago, in order to lure "him" out, he specially made an altar and burned Jia Xitong.

Yes.

They did indeed bring up "him".

When Shang Yanting saw Jia Xitong being taken away by "him," the atmosphere around him turned several degrees colder.

A smile returned to his face, but his eyes were icy cold. "Fellow Daoists, you are truly shrewd and calculating. You have gone to great lengths to capture me, Yan."

"Yan Qing..."

Just as Karl was about to speak, Shang Yanting gestured for him to stop.

Suddenly, he made a hand seal, and hundreds of invisible puppet threads appeared centered on him. These puppet threads pierced into the back of the necks of the martial artists present, burying themselves deep in their sea of ​​consciousness. The martial artists who were hit were immediately shocked.

Some martial artists who were further away reacted; some rushed towards Shang Yanting to attack, while others panicked and tried to flee. However, regardless of the situation, they were all suppressed. The powerful wires rendered them powerless to resist, forcing them to lie prostrate on the ground as the puppet threads marked them in their sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, all cultivators at the Martial Saint, Martial Emperor, and even Martial King levels were under Shang Yanting's control.

Their lives were in Shang Yanting's control, and this included Karl!

"From this moment forward, I, Yan, will take over all control of the Martial God Temple, Dingtian, and Yimeng Academy. Does anyone have any objections?"

Shang Yanting stood in the middle and asked casually.

Who do you think you are?

"You think you can control us after killing so many people? Absolutely not!" There were always a few troublemakers who wanted to flaunt their uniqueness. They didn't even finish their threats before getting their heads blown off on the spot.

The sudden deaths of several people caused a gasp of alarm among those around them.

These people were not nameless individuals without status.

Two of them were already at the peak of Martial King, about to fall below the Martial Emperor realm, and the other was a red-robed divine servant. These powerful figures with the strength of a Martial Saint were killed so easily—is this even human strength?!

Shang Yanting looked at the remaining people, "Does anyone else have any objections?"

Of course not, who would dare to object?

Shang Yanting initially planned to win them over with a policy of appeasement, but now it's unnecessary; controlling them is the most convenient and time-saving way.

He looked at these people, and only after holding a string of calming jade beads in his hand did he quell the turmoil in his heart. He looked at them coldly and slowly walked towards the Martial God Hall, where the body of the purple-robed Venerable lay.

Shang Yanting naturally learned about this from their memories.

He manipulated several puppet threads, extending them into the body of the purple-robed Venerable. Soon after, the Venerable's eyes snapped open. Amidst the gasps of the cultivators, the Purple-Robed Venerable leaped from the coffin, his expression stiff as he stared into the distance.

"All cultivators, gather with me and surround the Realm of Death!"

In just one day

The three major forces that originally controlled the Martial Cultivation Continent were suddenly absorbed, and the martial cultivators surrounded the Realm of Death and made a comeback.

Jia Xitong knew none of this.

She had just finished moving the corpses from the Demon Palace and found a small room with a bed. Even as a hostage, she needed rest to recover her strength and energy for an escape at the right moment.

Unbeknownst to her, the person inside had already left and was now facing the resurrected purple-robed venerable one at the edge of the realm of death.

In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the purple-robed Venerable whom he had already killed, and then sneered, "You dare not see me."

"It's not that I'm afraid to see you, it's just that the time hasn't come yet."

The purple-robed venerable one spoke, but his voice was different, younger and deeper.

In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the purple-robed Venerable, seemingly staring into his eyes as if he could see the person hidden behind the purple-robed Venerable's body. "You know you can't beat me, so you don't dare to come and die, right? Don't you know that your system is in my hands?"

"I know."

The purple-robed venerable one's blank expression made it impossible for Shang Yanting in the original story to see any emotion in him. "But isn't the person you hate the most me?"

"How ironic."

"We are clearly the same person, and we had the same life 28 years ago. But after falling off a cliff, our experiences are completely different."

Why is this happening?

"Because of my system, and you don't have one."

The voice on the other end spoke slowly and deliberately, yet it made Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, clench his fists.

"So you're jealous."

“Anger, resentment, hatred, and extreme jealousy.”

Shang Yanting spoke to him through the purple-robed venerable one, his tone filled with contempt, disdain, and arrogance.

His many years in high positions have made him extremely adept at understanding people's hearts. Every word he uttered was like a knife stuck in the heart of the original author, Shang Yanting, causing Shang Yanting's hatred for him to rise continuously, to the point that he wished he could kill him immediately.

But so what?

"No matter how much you do, you can never have a life like mine. Even if you come from another time and space, you cannot shake my position in the system's heart."

Shang Yanting looked through the eyes of the purple-robed Venerable at the man who resembled him so closely. His eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent, but his tone remained disdainful and contemptuous. "No one will ever replace my place in Xitong's heart, even if you kill her in a fit of rage now."

In the original story, Shang Yanting's eyes were bloodshot. He was furious with the person who had not yet shown up. Then he suddenly laughed, "Is that so? Then you'd better show up quickly, otherwise she won't have you in her heart while she's alive, and she won't have you in her heart after she dies."