Chapter 444: Willful

The other great beings frowned, but ultimately did not turn hostile.

They also knew Tu Shan Zhunián's identity: his elder brother Tu Shan Lansong is the clan head of this generation of Tushan, and his mother is a pure‑blood Nine‑Tailed Fox, the daughter of the former Qingqiu Emperor Lord.

Tu Shan Zhunián's niece is highly likely to become the next Tushan clan head.

They still have to grant that respect.

Unless the other side is reckless enough to stick with the Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion to the death, they can only erase him along with them for their own safety.

"Jiao Jiao, still not coming back!"

Tu Shan Zhunián barked loudly.

"I won't!"

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao shook her head, "Uncle, I don't want him to die; please spare him."

"Impossible!"

Tu Shan Zhunián shook his head, "Today's situation is destined for one side to be erased; no one has a way out. Don't be willful, don't sacrifice your life for someone insignificant."

"He is not insignificant."

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao refused to step aside, "He is the person I am looking for. I will bring him back to Tushan to see my parents; he cannot die!"

She hoped this method would make Uncle loosen his grip.

"I said it! Impossible!"

Tu Shan Zhunián sighed, "Jiao Jiao, don't be foolish. Uncle knows you value loyalty, but you have known each other only a short time; your bond is not worth risking your life."

"Think about it: if you fall here, how heartbroken your father and mother would be."

"How am I, Uncle, supposed to face them?"

Tu Shan Zhunián was frantic, urging repeatedly.

"A short time means nothing; some bonds cannot be measured by time," Tu Shan Jiao Jiao argued.

Reason told her to leave.

But when a corner of her eye caught Lin Chuan standing beside him, all reason vanished.

She was about to go mad.

Death didn't matter.

In this intensely conflicted state, something deep in her mind seemed about to be torn apart.

She always felt there was some connection between herself and Lin Chuan.

This moment made it even clearer.

"Zhunián, your niece insists on seeking death; no wonder we are at a loss."

The other Demon Tribe great beings could no longer wait, especially the Golden‑winged Roc, which flapped its wings and surged toward Lin Chuan again.

This time, it would not hide its weakness.

Its speed was such that its trace vanished from heaven and earth.

"Alas."

Tu Shan Zhunián, helpless, also charged forward, hoping to protect his niece amid the chaos.

But his rushing figure was abruptly halted the next moment.

In his line of sight, a second Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion appeared.

That sword also fell into his hand.

"Duplicate?"

The great demons felt a chill; although it was a duplicate, it felt indistinguishable from the real body.

Boom!

The Golden‑winged Roc was blasted back.

If that sword hadn't lacked killing power, a single strike could have taken the Roc's life.

"This Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion is too bizarre."

"His duplicate's cultivation on the Sword Path is so strong, wielding this sword, we cannot break the defense line even with desperate tactics."

"This guy has been hiding; he should already have half a foot in the Void God Realm."

"We've all been deceived."

The great demons finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

"But he never truly entered the Void God Realm; no matter the tactics, they're all empty bluster that will soon be exposed."

The Golden‑winged Roc shouted, "We risk our lives; he cannot block us."

"Fine."

The other great beings nodded.

At that moment, another voice sounded beside them, coming from the Demon Tribe great being stationed outside the sealed space.

"You... prepare yourselves for death."

The voice was exceedingly heavy.

"Senior Yang, what does this mean?"

They did not know the true identity of this Demon Tribe strongman, only that he called himself Yang and had long been renowned throughout the Demon Tribe,

Many affairs of the Demon Tribe were driven by Senior Yang.

Including the hunt for the Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion, which he also led.

Senior Yang held great prestige across the Demon Tribe; otherwise he could not summon so many great beings, let alone oppose the Purple Star Emperor Sect's Karma‑tracing technique.

"Previous calculations were wrong; the Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion holds a high, crucial position within the Purple Star Emperor Sect. If he dies, the Sect will never cease."

"I will try to conceal the Karma for you."

If we can't escape, please forgive as well.

The strongest of the Demon Tribe who calls himself 'Yang' said again.

The Demon Tribe's great powers felt their hearts sink to the valley's bottom.

I thought that killing the Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion would make the Purple Star Emperor Sect only investigate for a while, then give up, but now it has escalated to an endless deadlock?

Why is it like this?

The Golden-winged Roc asked, "Senior Yang, could you elaborate? Even if you die, you should let us understand?"

While the great powers besieged the 'Second True Patriarch', they also craved an answer.

"The reason is simple."

Yang the demon retorted, "You should have all heard of the Daoist supreme method One Qi Merges Three Pure Ones, right?"

Boom—!

When those words were spoken, the demons and monsters felt as if struck by five thunderbolts.

The Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion's avatar? Is it One Qi Merges Three Pure Ones?

Even if they are not Daoist disciples, they know how stringent the cultivation of One Qi Merges Three Pure Ones is, and how crucial such a genius is to the Purple Star Emperor Sect.

Saying 'undying and relentless' is an understatement.

If the Purple Star Emperor Sect ignites true fire, it could uproot and annihilate the entire clan behind them.

The world says the Purple Star Emperor Sect is benevolent, protecting Mortal Dust.

But these cultivators also understand how terrifying the Purple Star Emperor Sect is when enraged, a colossal monster no one can bear.

"Kill! Only by killing Lin Chuan is there a sliver of hope!"

The demon great powers turned completely bloodshot, dominated by fear, even more afraid that the whole clan would be implicated.

On the flying boat.

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao transformed into human form, her expression complex as she lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Lin Chuan, I deceived you."

"Actually my identity is a Nine-Tailed Fox of the Tushan lineage."

"My real name is not Bai Jiao Jiao, but Tu Shan Jiao Jiao."

"I'm sorry."

She apologizes sincerely; perhaps if she doesn't say it again, there will be no chance.

Even at this moment, she still doesn't think Lin Chuan has a chance to escape this calamity.

"It's fine."

Lin Chuan smiled, "To me, names don't matter, identity doesn't matter, you are still you."

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao was startled, her delicate body trembling.

At this moment, that intense sense of destiny surged again; something was about to Break Seal from her mind.

Mo Sangyu, meanwhile, frowned beside her.

So it's a Fox Spirit!

No wonder it's so good at pretending!

And Lin Chuan! This reaction is so off; could it be that they already knew Tu Shan Jiao Jiao's true identity, kept pretending, and didn't expose it?

But…

Are these still important?

The demons' offensive grew fiercer, launching reckless assaults; they ultimately cannot escape disaster.

Mo Sangyu was conflicted.

"Should I tell Lin Chuan some words?"

"If I don't say, perhaps there will never be another chance."