“Record all of this, and pass it on to other divine servants and martial artists in the future.”
The red-robed attendant spoke from the side.
Others not only heard it, but they also took advantage of it.
If the reason is really as she thought, then wasn't the story she just told just digging a pit for Shang Yanting on his path to godhood?
Jia Xitong was completely distraught and began thinking of ways to remedy the situation.
However, the red-robed attendants acted swiftly, using magical artifacts to record Jia Xitong's story and transmitting it to the purple-robed attendant. The purple-robed attendant, after reading the account, was very satisfied.
They suddenly realized that although Jia Xitong was a member of Yan Qing's faction, there was still hope for her. Following the instructions of the purple-robed attendant, four red-robed attendants led her to the statue of the God of War.
Even when these people travel far away, they take the statue of the God of War with them.
Unlike her shabby and dilapidated statue of the God of War, the statue of the God of War is a three-meter-tall pure gold sculpture that exudes grandeur wherever it is placed.
The four people sat cross-legged in front of the sculpture, surrounding Jia Xitong, each saying a sentence:
"You are a good cultivator."
"Talent, cleverness."
"He has an understanding and knowledge of the God of War that is beyond that of ordinary people."
"If you are willing to abandon your current wrong path, turn away from darkness and embrace the light, and become a divine servant, the God of War will forgive all your past sins and mistakes."
Jia Xitong never expected that she would be noticed just because she was telling a story casually.
To be a servant of the God of War is to be a follower of the God of War.
But how could that be?
If I had to choose a faith, I would definitely believe in her host's affinity with the talisman master.
"Cultivator Xitong, are you willing?"
The temple possesses the most wealth, the strongest power, and the highest honor on the continent of Aotian. Entering the Temple of the Martial God is something that countless powerful beings could never achieve.
Making an exception for Jia Xitong, who is taking the blame, is already an immense benefit.
The red-robed attendants believed that no matter how many benefits Yan Qing offered her, she would not refuse them compared to entering the temple.
But Jia Xitong was truly resolute.
"I'm sorry, I will not join the Temple of the God of War."
Before today, Jia Xitong could have talked nonsense without any restraint. Joining an organization soon, even if his heart was with one side, being a double agent wouldn't be bad.
However, the faith here has a special meaning.
Jia Xitong sensed that her master, the God of Talismans, might be secretly watching her from some corner. And the God of War was, after all, the God of Talismans' rival; even if it was just an act, it couldn't be done in this place.
This is her stubbornness.
The atmosphere froze when she uttered those words. The red-robed attendant's kind and gentle demeanor, which had been softened by her storytelling, turned icy. "Stubborn to the end."
"According to the temple's rules, heretics who disrespect the God of War will be punished with flogging."
The God of War's will had instructed that the cultivator before him should not be killed.
However, it doesn't say that this disloyal monk cannot be punished. Her actions do not deserve the favor of the gods, and her behavior should be punished most severely.
One of the red-robed monks removed half of his veil, revealing his muscular physique.
He took out a long whip specifically used for punishment.
The long whip is made of the vines of a plant, covered with sharp barbs. It is extremely intimidating just to look at, even without being hit.
Jia Xitong tried to resist, but was suppressed by the three martial saints.
The green whip fell.
It slapped her hard.
The pain was excruciating, like skin being torn open.
Jia Xitong had never felt such pain before. Just one lash made her tremble all over. "Do you believe in the God of War?"
I don't believe it.
The red-robed attendant received no answer. The whip fell heavily again, and he asked once more, "Do you believe in the God of War?"
Holy crap.
Jia Xitong felt as if her back was being peeled, and it was this whip that stirred up her rebellious spirit.
She abandoned her previous gentle, clever but timid behavior and started cursing, "If you don't believe me, you don't believe me, go to hell."
Snap!
Another lash landed on her.
The pain in my back felt like it was on fire.
Her religious robes were torn by the whip, and blood was seeping from the fabric. "I just don't believe it."
Jia Xitong fought back tears and said, "People like you will one day see the era of the Martial God pass. I believe in the Dragon God and the Talisman God, but I don't believe in you!"
“Ignorant and unrepentant.”
Upon hearing this, the red-robed attendant raised his hand high once more...
Just then, a thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky. Lightning flashed over the heads of the red-robed attendants and struck the statue of the God of War they were displaying.
The enormous, solid statue, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, fell heavily backward.
The four red-robed attendants immediately stood up, their faces filled with horror.
The next moment, the "Bo Tong's Edict" in Jia Xitong's arms was suddenly pulled open, and a golden light flashed out, blasting them far away. The talismans that had always been covered up on it were updated twice!
Jia Xitong had never seen the special talisman that appeared above before.
They have no names. One is extremely complex, with hundreds of strokes forming a talisman; the other is extremely concise, with only one stroke, giving people a sense of the great way being simple and the return of all things to oneness.
Jia Xitong looked at the talisman on it, then took out the Formless Brush.
She chose the one that looked more complicated than the other. While it appeared more complex, it actually felt simpler to her.
I pick up my pen and set off.
The talisman was clearly extremely complex, but after reading it once, the patterns on it were deeply etched into her mind.
While drawing the talisman, her spiritual power began to drain away rapidly.
The talisman formed in the air, almost draining her last drop of spiritual power...
On the land of the Tuohai tribe
Just as everyone was discussing how to rescue the kidnapped Xitong, the sky suddenly brightened to white.
Then, the residual power of spiritual energy spread towards them.
The houses built by the Takumi tribe were destroyed by the residual force of the explosion, just like a film set. People on the ground were blown into the sea, and the once calm sea became turbulent.
The Tuohai people are good at swimming, and most of them swam up on their own.
Many people were knocked unconscious by spiritual energy or seawater and fell into the depths of the sea without any awareness.
At this point, the new neighbor stepped in.
The merfolk retrieved the unconscious humans or those who had been pushed into the deep sea, and tossed them back onto the shore one by one. The shore was littered with people separated from their families, friends, and loved ones, who watched as the merfolk brought them ashore and searched for them one by one.
"My son! You scared your mother to death!"
"Hui'er".
"Dad, are you alright?"
...
Thankfully, everything has been found.
Apart from some people being injured and unconscious, no one drowned.
Huo Rui stared nervously ahead. The source of the burst of spiritual energy was the direction from which the thin bucket had been grabbed. Such great power—was it the Venerable One who had arrived?
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