Chapter 698: Entering the Tiger's Den Alone, the Sincerity of the Bloodline

Ten Thousand Monster Island has also begun mobilizing, with tens of thousands of demon beasts ready for battle.

The human and demon races are about to break out into the largest-scale war in thousands of years.

This news quickly reached the Southern Region, to Lin Xuan, who was investigating the traces of the evil demons.

After reading the intelligence, he immediately realized this was the enemy's scheme to sow discord.

"No, it's a trap!" Lin Xuan's face turned pale.

"If the human and demon races go to war, the greatest beneficiaries will be the Demon God Xintu!"

In a valley somewhere in the Southern Region, Lin Xuan put down the intelligence in his hand, his expression grave.

The news that the human and demon races were about to go to war made him feel deeply anxious.

Once this war breaks out, the casualties will inevitably be heavy, and the greatest beneficiaries will be the Demon God Xintu hiding in the shadows.

They can take the opportunity to collect more life essence and accelerate the process of finding the Nine Nether Demon Scripture.

"Lin Xuan, what should we do now?" Nezha asked worriedly.

"The Righteous Alliance has already dispatched three thousand elites to the East Sea, and Ten Thousand Monster Island is also gathering troops there."

"I'm afraid this war is hard to avoid."

Zhang Wuji also frowned: "The key is that both sides believe the other is about to launch an attack."

"In this situation, any explanation could be taken as a sign of weakness or a conspiracy."

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly stood up: "I am going to Ten Thousand Monster Island myself."

This statement shocked everyone.

Nezha immediately objected: "No! Ten Thousand Monster Island is full of hostility toward the human race right now!"

"If you go alone, isn't that like a sheep entering a tiger's den?"

Zhang Wuji also said: "That's right, what if the demon race misunderstands? The consequences would be unimaginable."

"Besides, your identity is sensitive right now; you might even be considered a spy."

But Lin Xuan had already made up his mind: "This is the only way to stop the war."

"Only by making the Nine-Tailed Fox King believe that someone is sowing discord can this disaster be avoided."

"My Creation Bloodline might be able to make her feel my goodwill."

Several cultivators from small sects who were accompanying them also tried to dissuade him, but Lin Xuan's attitude was firm.

In the end, he left the Southern Region alone and flew toward the direction of Ten Thousand Monster Island in the East Sea.

Above the East Sea, Lin Xuan piloted his flying Dharma Artifact and moved forward rapidly.

The sea wind howled and the giant waves surged, but his mood was heavier than the weather.

Time was tight; the Righteous Alliance's army could arrive at Ten Thousand Monster Island at any moment.

If he could not convince the Nine-Tailed Fox King before the war broke out, it would be too late for everything.

Just when he was a hundred miles away from Ten Thousand Monster Island, a team of cultivators suddenly appeared ahead.

This was an advance force composed of fifty people, wearing the uniform of the Alliance.

Leading them was a middle-aged cultivator, who was none other than the Heavenly Sword Sect Elder, Jian Wushuang.

He was Jian Wuchen's junior brother, equally skilled in sword techniques, with a cultivation level reaching the late Transformation Stage.

When Jian Wushuang saw Lin Xuan, a look of shock and anger immediately appeared on his face.

"Lin Xuan? Why are you here?"

He drew his Long Sword, the tip pointing directly at Lin Xuan, his eyes full of hostility.

"You have already betrayed the Alliance, and now you appear here; are you going to tip off the demon race?"

Lin Xuan stopped his flying Dharma Artifact and said calmly: "Elder Jian, I am here to stop the war."

"There are evil demons behind the scenes sowing discord between the human and demon races; this war is a conspiracy."

Jian Wushuang sneered: "A conspiracy? Do you think I would believe your words?"

"You killed my senior brother Jian Wuchen's disciple, and now you want to protect the demon race."

"What exactly is your intention?"

Lin Xuan frowned: "Elder Jian, your senior brother Jian Wuchen has already been dead for three months."

"Furthermore, he sacrificed himself to Seal the Demon God; we once fought side by side."

"How could you say I killed his disciple?"

Jian Wushuang was stunned for a moment, appearing confused by his own words just now.

But soon, the anger in his eyes reignited, even more fiercely than before.

"Don't try to trick me! Even if my senior brother is dead, I will still take revenge for the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"You traitor, today is your death day!"

As he spoke, he swung his sword and attacked Lin Xuan.

The sword light poured down like the Milky Way, each streak containing intense killing intent.

Lin Xuan was forced to fight back, but he did not use his full strength, only defending and dodging.

"Elder Jian, calm down! Your current state is not right!"

"Something is affecting your mind!"

But Jian Wushuang could not listen at all, his attacks becoming increasingly frantic.

Although his sword technique was exquisite, it was filled with baleful energy and prejudice, having lost the purity that the Dao of the sword should have.

Lin Xuan observed his expression and discovered a trace of abnormal red light flickering in his eyes.

This red light was very faint, but the sensitivity of the Creation Bloodline allowed Lin Xuan to immediately detect the anomaly.

"It really is an evil art!"

Lin Xuan hesitated no longer and circulated his Genesis bloodline with all his might.

A white-gold radiance surged from his body, forming a gentle light barrier.

This radiance lacked aggression, yet it possessed a powerful purifying ability.

When the radiance touched Jian Wushuang, he suddenly ceased his attack, a pained expression appearing on his face.

"Ah! My head... it hurts so much..."

Jian Wushuang clutched his head, letting out a pained groan.

The red light in his eyes began to flicker violently, as if struggling against something.

Lin Xuan increased the output of his bloodline power, and the white-gold radiance became even more dazzling.

This pure radiance washed over Jian Wushuang's soul like nectar, dispelling the evil influence within.

A few minutes later, Jian Wushuang's pain finally ceased.

His gaze regained its clarity, and the red light vanished completely.

"This... what is going on?" Jian Wushuang looked around in a daze.

"Why did I attack you just now? My anger... it seems somewhat inexplicable."

Lin Xuan withdrew his bloodline power, his expression solemn: "Someone planted the seeds of hatred in your heart."

"They used evil arts to amplify the negative emotions within you, causing you to lose your reason."

"This further proves my suspicion—there are demons inciting the relationships between the various races."

Jian Wushuang recalled the situation from just moments ago, his face turning increasingly pale.

"If what you say is true, then does that not mean..."

"The entire alliance might be affected by this evil art?"

Lin Xuan nodded: "It is very likely. And it is not just the human race; the demon race may also have similar situations."

"This explains why both sides are so impulsive and so easily believe rumors."

Jian Wushuang fell into deep thought, and only after a long while did he speak: "Lin Xuan, I owe you an apology."

"If you are truly investigating the demons' conspiracy, then we are comrades, not enemies."

"But what should be done now? The alliance's great army has already set out."

Lin Xuan looked toward the direction of Ten Thousand Demon Island: "I must persuade the Nine-Tailed Fox King."

"Only if she believes the truth can this war be stopped."

"Elder Jian, can you do me a favor?"

"Go back and tell the alliance's Commander to delay the attack."

"Just say that suspicious circumstances have been discovered and further investigation is required."