Chapter 501: She is, after all, the child Tang An raised with her own hands

The five Half-Step Demon Ancestors discussed via sound transmission for a while, and one of them finally spoke.

"You hand over the Talisman Seal first."

"Naturally." Guanyin very sincerely took the initiative to hand the Talisman Seal into the other party's hands.

They inspected the Talisman Seal, though they could only inspect it to see if any danger or murderous intent was hidden within.

Only after confirming the Talisman Seal was genuine and contained no hidden methods did they believe Guanyin.

"You had best not attempt to call for help from others, otherwise you will surely die."

"That goes without saying." Guanyin lowered her posture, "Since we are to cooperate, I must ask you lords to accompany me in performing a play."

"If I am not pursued and hunted by you, Houtu Niangniang will not easily trust me."

The five Half-Step Demon Ancestors nodded and accompanied Guanyin in performing a scene of pursuit and escape.

Outside the Six Paths Disk, Guanyin was struck flying by a palm from a Half-Step Demon Ancestor, crashing into the Six Paths Disk.

Houtu Niangniang used her Dharma Power to pull her behind her, "Are you alright?"

Guanyin spat out a mouthful of blood, so weak she could barely stand, and transmitted her voice to Houtu Niangniang: "The other party is coming for the ancient fierce beasts sealed in the Minghai and Tang An's two closest kin."

"The situation is urgent and I cannot call for reinforcements, so I hope Houtu Niangniang will trust me and let me take her two closest kin away."

Houtu Niangniang looked at Guanyin, "You?"

"You are heavily injured; how will you break through the heavy encirclement?"

Guanyin's expression was urgent. "I have already made a deal with them through acting; as long as I play along with their scheme, I can take this gamble."

"If this continues, the defense of the Six Paths Disk will eventually break, and by then it will be too late."

Houtu still could not trust Guanyin; after all, her reputation in the past...

However, Guanyin wanted Houtu's skepticism; she had intentionally transmitted the voice so the Half-Step Demon Ancestors could overhear it.

The more Houtu questioned and doubted her, the more credible she would appear to the Half-Step Demon Ancestors.

"This matter is of great importance; this deity feels it is better to notify the Heavenly Court for reinforcements first."

Guanyin said it was already too late, "The Minghai seal is about to be broken; we cannot hesitate."

"If Houtu Niangniang truly does not trust me, you can call Diting to take me away."

"If I harbor any evil intentions, Diting will be able to discern it immediately."

Facing them were two Ancestral Demons, plus five Half-Step Demon Ancestors eyeing them covetously. At this moment, there seemed to be no better choice than to trust Guanyin.

But if she misplaced her trust in Guanyin, the consequences would be too great.

Guanyin sighed; her past reputation was simply too poor, to the point where neither side trusted her. It seems that whether one is a Buddha or a person, credibility is quite important.

Just as Guanyin was racking her brains, thinking of how to make Houtu Niangniang believe her, Houtu Niangniang seemed to sense something, and a subtle change appeared in her eyes.

"Very well, as things stand, this deity can only pin her hopes on you."

"I hope you do not fail the Three Realms, otherwise you will be a sinner of the Three Realms in the future and will bear endless karmic debt."

"Yes." Guanyin responded with a solemn bow.

Houtu Niangniang used one hand to resist the opponent's attack and the other to send Guanyin into the Six Paths Disk.

On the other side, at Zhenmo Pass.

Tang An and the others were still in a standoff with the Origin Demon.

Chenxiang was held hostage by the Ancestral Demon and remained silent; everyone's attention was naturally on Tang An.

Seeing that Tang An was not falling for the trap, the Origin Demon decided to try a different way of playing.

"How about this: I do not want the life of the Plague God; instead, I want you to commit suicide in exchange for your son's life. How about that?"

"No!" Wukong and the other two spoke at the same time to stop her.

They understood Tang An too well; if it truly reached a point of no return, she might not sacrifice others, but she would certainly sacrifice herself without the slightest hesitation.

Tang An raised an eyebrow slightly, "The Origin Demon's appetite is getting bigger and bigger."

The Origin Demon raised two fingers, and a black blade condensed from dark energy pressed against Chenxiang's neck, cutting his skin.

"Tang An, are you truly unmoved?"

Sure enough, upon seeing blood flowing from Chenxiang's neck, the anxiety and anger in Tang An's eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Master, do not be impulsive." Sun Wukong was also anxious; on one side was his master, and on the other was his disciple. He did not wish to see either of them come to harm.

But they knew better than anyone that Tang An could not withstand the trauma of losing her loved ones.

Nezha watched this scene silently, then glanced at Yang Jian.

Only the four of them, master and disciples, knew what they were communicating.

Then Nezha flew out and summoned his Fire-Tipped Spear. "Kill him. If you won't kill him, this god will."

He was naturally referring to Chenxiang.

Seeing this, Yang Jian rushed over and blocked the space in front of Chenxiang.

"Third Brother, have you lost your mind!"

"Second Brother, they are using this to threaten her into suicide; I have no choice."

"Then you still cannot move to kill Chenxiang!"

"Second Brother, are you saying you would disregard her life for the sake of Chenxiang?"

Yang Jian remained silent, appearing to struggle immensely, yet he was unwilling to step aside and give Nezha the chance to kill Chenxiang.

Chenxiang's eyes were red; like a child who knew nothing of the world, his eyes were filled with guilt.

"Stop fighting, Uncle, you must not take action."

"Godmother, you must absolutely not do anything foolish." His eyes became much firmer, as if he held a resolve to die.

"Today, Chenxiang fell into the enemy's hands to save my mother; how could I let my godmother sacrifice her life for me?"

"In my heart, your status is the same as my mother's."

He acted as if he would never be able to fulfill his filial duties again, and ignoring the black blade at his neck, he knelt in mid-air.

The Primordial Demon was startled by his action and immediately withdrew the black blade.

After all, to him, a living Chenxiang was more useful than a dead Chenxiang.

Furthermore, he was currently just stalling for time, stalling until the work at the Minghai and the Six Paths Disk was complete; that was the true purpose he had hidden for this trip.

Therefore, he was also very patient and quite willing to watch these so-called dramas of familial entanglement.

As long as Tang An remained entangled in this situation, she would never notice the unusual movements over there.

"Godmother, it is your child who is unfilial, causing you such distress."

"Your child has always remembered your teachings, so even if I fall into enemy hands, I must be a blade thrust into the enemy's heart."

"I beg Godmother to forgive your child's lack of filial piety; please take care of my mother as much as you can in the future, and Chenxiang will have no regrets."

He wiped away his tears, appearing full of hot-blooded passion, and stood up with a resolve to die. His tone was even more resonant and tragic, making it unbearable for anyone to listen.

Tang An had not said a single word from beginning to end; what she was thinking or what she was waiting for, even the Primordial Demon could not see clearly.

Chenxiang no longer cared whether he was being held hostage by the Ancestral Demon, but instead formed hand seals with both hands, his entire body radiating light so bright that it was difficult for people to open their eyes for a moment.

"Sword, come!"

A call filled with the resolve to die, wishing to perish together with the enemy. It made the Ancestral Demon holding him, as well as the Primordial Demon himself, observe where Chenxiang's magical artifact was coming from, and they prepared themselves to defend.

Yet how could they know that Chenxiang had no magical artifact for using a sword at all.

Everyone's attention was diverted, but a spirit dog had silently appeared behind the Ancestral Demon who was holding Chenxiang hostage.

It opened its bloody maw wide and bit down on the Ancestral Demon's buttocks.

Yes, the buttocks.

"Ah!!!"

The Ancestral Demon, having been bitten on the buttocks, instinctively went to cover them and turned his head to investigate the situation behind him.

He kicked the spirit dog away and cursed, "Not good." By the time he turned his head back, there was no longer any sign of Chenxiang before his eyes.

Replacing him was Tang An, her face cold and filled with murderous intent.