Chapter 430

When I spoke of having no hatred or resentment, blaming only my humble origins, it resonated with many. When I further declared that my loved ones were my bottom line, it instantly elevated my stature. Regardless of how poor my swordsmanship might have been in the past, my character in defending my loved ones was at least worthy of everyone's respect. Being killed myself was a small matter, but my loved ones had to be protected; in this cruel world of cultivation, that could be considered a standard of integrity. Many cast looks of admiration at me and looks of envy at those women. After all, not everyone has the courage to face a siege of over ten thousand people and calmly embrace death. Moreover, the words I said to all the cultivators within the formation at the start of the final battle—"If I die, please spare my Senior Sister"—were heard and seen by many, further confirming that I was a good person who cherished his kin. My stance was equally clear: I would rather be shattered jade than a whole tile. Any cultivator who had besieged my senior sisters had to die. Suddenly, the disciples of the major Sects outside fell into a desperate dilemma.