Before he could finish speaking, Huo Rui shut his mouth again. If anyone was most worried about Xi Tong, it would undoubtedly be His Majesty.

He just didn't understand why the Venerable One hadn't gone to save people yet.

Shang Yanting has a secret that no one knows. It is that after he took the Primordial Taiyi Pill, he could glimpse another version of himself while cultivating.

Nobody knows about this.

At first, he thought it was a demon in his heart or a premonition of the future.

However, after taking the Primordial Taiyi Pill frequently and continuously, he gradually realized that this was not a premonition of the future. When he guessed that this was another version of himself without the fine barrel, he felt nothing, only a slight pity. Until that person suddenly discovered a different world just like him, and progressed at a speed that he could hardly keep up with.

The Primordial Taiyi Pill possessed a godlike perspective.

This also stirred a sense of panic within him.

Shang Yanting had rehearsed that person's arrival in his mind countless times. Unfortunately, neither conspiracy nor open schemes are useful in the face of absolute power. To kill him, one must possess power even greater than his.

"The small bucket will be fine."

At least for now, she will be fine.

He takes at least three Primordial Taiyi Pills every day, partly for cultivation and partly to ensure Xitong's safety. Now, he's certain that the version of himself from another world wouldn't kill Xitong.

Why?

Because that person is him too.

Although Shang Yanting disdained being the same as him, it cannot be denied that Shang Yanting in that world had similar hobbies, interests, and personality.

He loves thin buckets.

That person cannot possibly be unaffected.

Shang Yanting recalled the person who had impersonated him and lived with Xi Tong these past few days, and a sense of unease emanated from him.

I really want to... kill that man right now!

##

On the other side

Thanks to her tireless efforts, Jia Xitong's activities have expanded beyond the borders of death! After almost half a month, she was extremely excited to see a living person other than the director again.

"Oh, yay yay yay."

Jia Xitong ran quickly down the street, then was pulled back by Shang Yanting, who grabbed her belt.

"Don't leave my sight."

Shang Yanting frowned slightly; he didn't like Jia Xitong acting this way. He always felt that Jia Xitong was deliberately pretending to be a fool, then sneaking out of his grasp when he wasn't looking.

"My incantation has a range that is not far enough. If you are more than ten feet away from me, you will explode and die instantly."

He spoke softly, and as expected, he saw Jia Xitong's expression turn tense and frightened.

"Director, why didn't you say so sooner? I had already run so far away."

The life-threatening Jia Xitong instantly moved closer to him, wishing she could tie herself to him with a rope. Since there was no rope, she simply grabbed his belt, saying, "For safety's sake, let's get closer."

"snort."

Shang Yanting coldly snorted and strode forward.

In the original story, Shang Yanting simply found a small town that looked somewhat pleasing to the eye. Nothing special, everything was ordinary, but the fact that he was able to get out of there already made Jia Xitong very happy.

In the original story, Shang Yanting glanced sideways at the person next to him.

Looking at her, the corners of her mouth seemed to be turning up. But that slight movement quickly disappeared.

Her current friendliness, concern, and kindness are only directed at someone else. Will she be the same once her memories return?

Won't!

All of this will only be poured into another person who looks almost exactly like him.

The more I experience this world, the more I understand that person's life, the more I...dislike him!

"Director!"

Jia Xitong's deliberately drawn-out voice interrupted Shang Yanting's thoughts. He frowned and looked at the idiot next to him, his tone tinged with anger, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, something was stuffed into his mouth.

poison?

He was about to spit it out when Jia Xitong quickly pinched his mouth shut.

"You think about it!"

She stared at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes, "Does this sweet cake taste a little like the Primordial Taiyi Pill?"

Taiyi Dan in the early Yuan Dynasty?

Mentioning this brings back memories of a past that had almost been forgotten.

He did indeed consume a few Primordial Primordial Pills, and they were all given to him by her.

But what does it taste like?

So much time had passed that he had forgotten. Each time he thought of it, only a bittersweet memory remained. Meanwhile, the sugar cake that this fool had forced into his mouth was cloyingly sweet.

"The fragrance of osmanthus and the flavor of oranges blend together."

"Think about it carefully."

Jia Xitong described it to him carefully, and at that moment, Shang Yanting in the original work seemed to feel a trace of fragrance in that overly sweet taste.

But so what?

Can sugar cakes really replace the Primordial Taiyi Elixir?

He was about to scoff and say something to hurt her when she spoke first.

"Although this sugar cake tastes a little similar, it is still far inferior to the Primordial Taiyi Elixir."

"Unfortunately, the villains stole all my magical artifacts and the talismans I used to store things. There were even two Primordial Taiyi Pills hidden inside."

"You haven't had the Primordial Taiyi Pill in so long, aren't you craving it?"

"But it's alright. Once this crisis is over, I'll go and find all the materials to make the Primordial Taiyi Pill, and then we'll make it ourselves! We were able to make the Primordial Taiyi Pill freely before, and we have to make sure Bao eats well from now on."

Jia Xitong has already begun to envision the future.

Every sentence is a promise made to Shang Yanting in the original work, a pie in the sky.

"The director deserves better."

"Besides the Primordial Taiyi Pill, we'll also find some treasures to make you some clothes. How can a dragon dress like an old crow?"

"Once I can come and go freely, I'm going to make a fortune, buy the best spirit stones...magic crystals, the finest rare and precious materials, the best magical artifacts, and build the most luxurious dragon's lair for the director..."

That's a good point.

Who wouldn't be confused by that?

At least, Shang Yanting's heart skipped a beat after hearing the story.

In the original work, Shang Yanting's cold eyes held a hint of arrogance: "I am already a demon god, and I have long possessed countless rare and precious treasures. Who cares if you make money to support me?"

snort.

Even if you become stupid, you can't change your nature of using sweet talk.

"I'm telling the truth!"

Jia Xitong looked at him with utmost sincerity, "Who told you to be my precious Long? You are the one I care about most in this world."

Click—

A faint sound.

Inside the Temple of the God of War, a huge high-grade spirit stone suddenly cracked open. The crack was right beneath Shang Yanting's seat.

The cultivator guarding the side looked at the top-grade spirit stone, which had been used for over a hundred years, with surprise. "Your Excellency..."

Shang Yanting opened his eyes, his expression indifferent. "Nothing."