In This Life, I Will Never Turn My Back Upon You Two

In This Life, I Will Never Turn My Back Upon You Two

The reason Qin Wentian dared to consider unleashing the Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay, despite the consequences, lay in his cultivation of the Great Nirvana Immortal Art. One of his true selves was currently training in the royal tomb of Grand Xia, while the other was in Grand Shang, tempering himself and gaining insights into his Mandates through meditation. This meant that even if one of his true selves perished here, he wouldn't truly die. However, Qin Wentian highly valued his original body, and if there were any alternatives, he wouldn't wish for it to be killed. But faced with the encirclement of numerous powerful forces, he saw no other way out. In this case, he was prepared to sacrifice himself to protect Little Rascal and Purgatory.

In such dire circumstances, he chose to embrace death willingly. However, Purgatory vehemently refused to allow him to go through with it. To Purgatory, Qin Wentian was everything.

So, when it realized what Qin Wentian intended, Purgatory immediately knocked him and Little Rascal down, pressing them firmly to the ground while its wings enveloped them protectively. Its eyes blazed with hellfire as it stared down the approaching horde of experts.

"PURGATORY, LET ME GO!" Qin Wentian howled as he struggled desperately. Yet, Purgatory paid no heed and continued to hold him down.

"What a loyal demonic beast. How about joining me from now on?" An expert approached, eyeing Purgatory.

The vermilion bird responded by opening its beak and firing a purgatory lotus at the expert. He snorted coldly, extending his arms as the power of ice clashed with the purgatory lotus, shattering it into pieces.

"Even in such circumstances, you are still fiercely protective of your master. As a vermilion bird, you are a descendant of one of the eight demonic divinities. Come with me, and I won't mistreat you." Another person stepped forward, attempting to persuade the vermilion bird. However, he received a response similar to the first expert.

"Not knowing what's good for you," the expert coldly retorted before launching his attack.

"Since we can't convince it, we must kill it. Nevertheless, its purgatory flames might be useful to me," a member of the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan said coldly. He stepped forward and unleashed an attack on Purgatory.

Simultaneously, another expert proficient in the Mandate of Icesnow slammed his palm downward, delivering a flurry of blows to the vermilion bird. Purgatory trembled violently from the onslaught but refused to yield an inch.

"This demonic beast is remarkably stubborn. Sadly, its loyalty will lead to its demise," another expert remarked before launching an attack with the force of a million jin, causing Purgatory to spit out fresh blood.

Even though he was shielded by Purgatory, Qin Wentian could still sense the immense power of the attacks' aftershocks.

"Purgatory..." Qin Wentian's eyes welled up with tears as he continued to howl desperately, struggling to break free from Purgatory's protective grip. But Purgatory seemed oblivious to his cries, focused solely on one thought: Qin Wentian must not die.

Little Rascal, also sheltered by Purgatory's wings, continued to emit streams of astral light. Its eyes gleamed with an intense, ferocious red light.

"Kaboom!" A thunderbolt crackled across the sky, turning the surrounding earth into scorched terrain. Purgatory coughed up yet another mouthful of blood, and a ghastly scar marred its body.

"Foolish beast, it's still trying to resist. How futile," a mocking voice taunted as another powerful attack descended. Purgatory endured these assaults in silence, its injuries growing increasingly severe.

"GET OFF ME!" Qin Wentian strained with all his might to push Purgatory away, but Purgatory continued to look at him with warmth, refusing to move an inch.

The meaning behind its actions was crystal clear to all witnesses: if anyone wanted to kill Qin Wentian, they would have to go through Purgatory first.

"ARGHHHHHH!" Qin Wentian's roar echoed through the air as a surge of demonic qi burst forth from him. The power of his demonic bloodline erupted, filling the air with a terrifying energy. In this moment, his Mandate of Demons had just broken through to the second level of insights in the Transformation Boundary.

However, excitement was the furthest thing from Qin Wentian's mind. He was desperate to separate himself from Purgatory, but even with his increased strength, it proved futile. Purgatory refused to budge, even if it meant sacrificing itself.

The surrounding experts halted their attacks, stunned by Purgatory's unwavering loyalty. Faced with such relentless assaults, most other demonic beasts would have perished several times over. Yet, the vermilion bird continued to endure, guarding its master. This was its unwavering belief: Qin Wentian's life was more precious than its own.

Sensing the gradual weakening of the vermilion bird's aura, the surrounding experts wore increasingly unsightly expressions. "This demonic beast's defense is unbelievably high. It's the same for that white puppy. We can't even kill them after all this time."

In truth, they couldn't help but feel envious of Qin Wentian for having two such incredible and loyal demonic companions.

Powerful, and fiercely loyal.

"Let's press on with our attacks. If they refuse to submit, they can go to hell," a cold voice commanded. These experts were, in reality, somewhat disheartened. Even when united in their efforts, they found it incredibly challenging to kill these demonic beasts.

"Mhm," an expert nodded. His figure blurred as he reappeared in front of Purgatory, raising his hands and launching a golden-colored finger attack, attempting to pierce through everything.

At that precise moment, as his fingers descended, a tremendous pressure erupted from the weakened vermilion bird.

"Bzzzz!" The enormous form of the vermilion bird stirred, swiftly turning its beak as a purgatory lotus of fire engulfed the attacking expert.

"AHHHHHHHH!" A blood-curdling scream pierced the air as the expert retreated with lightning speed, his gaze locked in shock on the purgatory vermilion bird.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body was reduced to ashes.

Beneath the vermilion bird, Little Rascal had been ceaselessly spewing astral light, which Purgatory had been avidly absorbing to store its strength. It paid no heed to its own defense, reserving every ounce of its energy for attack. Purgatory preferred to channel all its power into its strikes.

Currently, the radiant light from the nebula poured onto Purgatory's body. Qin Wentian sliced his wrist open, then thrust his hand into Purgatory's form, infusing it with his blood to alleviate its injuries and strengthen it with the might of his bloodline.

Qin Wentian's eyes radiated a coldness born from pain, a gaze capable of freezing anyone who met it. A single look was enough to strike fear into the hearts of those who dared to lock eyes with him.

Purgatory inclined its head and emitted a high-pitched shriek as purgatory flames engulfed the confined space. Another victim succumbed, reduced to ashes.

"RUN!" A shout snapped the experts from their stupor, prompting them to rapidly retreat. The purgatory vermilion bird charged forward, purgatory flames spreading throughout the enclosed area. Qin Wentian followed closely, continuing to infuse it with the power of his bloodline.

The fiery wrath of the vermilion bird consumed everything, and the major powers' experts shielded their chosen disciples, allowing them to withdraw.

"UNDO THE SEAL!" A desperate cry rang out as yet another victim was reduced to ashes. The Yin Clan expert fumbled momentarily but eventually succeeded in undoing the spatial seal in the area.

"LEAVE!" The experts bellowed in unison, their faces twisted in disgust as they hastily fled the scene. They had never expected the weakened vermilion bird to unleash such incredible power at the last moment.

Purgatory didn't give chase. As the experts retreated, its aura began to rapidly diminish.

Qin Wentian stood beneath Purgatory, his blood roiling within him. Earlier, in his berserk state, he had tapped into a deep well of strength within his demonic bloodline. He had decided to transfer this newfound power to the vermilion bird.

However, Purgatory had sacrificed its own energy to protect Qin Wentian and hadn't used any of it to attack. It had defended with sheer willpower, disregarding its own life. In the end, it had unleashed its devastating power only because it had ignited all its remaining energy, combined with Qin Wentian's support.

But Qin Wentian knew that this final display of strength had drained Purgatory completely. It was like a dazzling firework that had lit up the sky for a brief moment before fading away.

"Pu!" Purgatory's body slumped to the ground, utterly devoid of strength. Qin Wentian immediately knelt down and embraced it, seeing a gentle smile in its eyes as it gazed at him.

Purgatory had achieved its purpose: it had protected Qin Wentian and ensured his survival. To Purgatory, the price it had paid was worth it.

Seeing the smile in Purgatory's eyes, Qin Wentian felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He lived, and so did Purgatory.

If he were to die, it was better that Purgatory died first.

Such profound emotions... How many in this world could truly understand them?

Purgatory existed because of him, and even if it had to die for him, it would do so without regrets.

Little Rascal flew into Qin Wentian's arms, its eyes brimming with unshed tears. It was remarkably intelligent and, like a human, it could experience a wide range of emotions.

Purgatory shared that same willingness to give its life for him.

Qin Wentian gazed at his two loyal demonic beast companions, a mixture of warmth and heartache swelling within him as he recalled the recent ordeal.

"In this lifetime, I will never abandon either of you," Qin Wentian vowed, tears trickling down his face. He mustered a warm smile as he addressed Purgatory. "My blood is known to be beneficial for demons. You can temporarily recuperate in my bloodstream."

With those words, he gently placed his hands on Purgatory's body, and to everyone's astonishment, the vermilion bird's figure was absorbed into Qin Wentian's bloodstream.

Little Rascal's eyes sparkled with understanding, sharing in Qin Wentian's resolve. In this life, it would stand by their side, unwavering.

"Yiya!" Little Rascal let out a bark as it soared into the sky. A pair of wings sprouted from its back as it hovered in the air. It gazed into the distance and opened its mouth, uttering, "Qin...Wen...Tian..."

The voice was childlike, almost babyish, and the words were a bit muddled, but Qin Wentian's eyes glittered with joy as he looked at Little Rascal. The fact that the first words the puppy spoke were his name—Qin Wentian—filled him with warmth.

Turning his gaze toward the horizon in the direction of Xuan King City, his smile vanished, replaced by icy determination. "I swear, this debt of revenge will be repaid in blood."