This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"Haven't you realized the situation yet? A mongrel will always be a mongrel, foolish and ignorant."

"He dared to make such outrageous claims back then, already proving he was clueless. His current actions are no surprise."

They thought to themselves.

Concrete evidence?

If evidence were useful, why would we need bloodlines? Why would we need status and power? Why would we need strength?

"I heard he had been lying low in the King Realm for a long time, skilled at enduring in silence. How did he become a brainless brute this time?"

Some informed individuals, who thought deeply, were baffled for a moment.

Under the dominion of Ying Jie, anyone with a sane mind would know to keep a low profile and avoid Ying Jie.

Yet, Qing Ge not only strutted in to attend the ancestral ceremony but even openly provoked him under everyone's gaze.

Does he really think this would work?

Or is it like the sword dance of Xiang Zhuang, aiming at Pei Gong?

Regarding Lu Qingshan's provocation, Ying Jie laughed instead of getting angry, "Why bother? If you submitted obediently, I wouldn't have killed you outright. But since you insist on causing trouble, you can't blame anyone else."

He looked around and suddenly signaled to a burly Demonic Cultivator standing not far away, "Qing Ge has openly slandered me, which is unacceptable both emotionally and logically.

Please, Commander Zi Yan, take him down and lock him in the Black Water Prison, let him reflect on himself for a while!"

Demon Lord Hong Lie nodded slightly, approving Ying Jie's idea.

Those around were in an uproar.

Black Water Prison is a well-known prison in the Royal City, completely devoid of any signs of life and utterly silent, full of an aura of death.

It is set within Black Water.

Black Water is a peculiar demonic water, aside from being icy with Yin Qi, it is highly corrosive.

Once imprisoned in Black Water Prison, one would suffer from the erosion of the Black Water, enduring the pain of their skin and bones being torn apart.

It is unimaginable agony, indescribable torment, unbearable suffering.

Black Water Prison is typically used to punish those who have committed grave mistakes.

Ying Jie is so ruthless as to imprison Qing Ge in such a place!

The Demonic Cultivator called by name by Ying Jie stepped forward appropriately.

He is one of the Sword Luo Army's commanders, Commander Zi Yan.

He nodded at Ying Jie and Demon Lord Hong Lie, then coldly looked at Lu Qingshan, "Qing Ge!"

Commander Zi Yan shouted, then said in a deep voice, "You forged evidence, slandered Demon Lord Ying Jie. According to the rules, you should be punished. I will now escort you to Black Water Prison!"

At this moment, Ying Jie raised his hand, stopping Commander Zi Yan, and looked at Lu Qingshan contemptuously, saying, "Though your slandering act angers me...

But I am not heartless. For Aunt Mingyue's sake, if you sincerely apologize to me and offer the ownership of the Blood Divine Sand Vein as compensation...

I might consider not pursuing this matter."

He was confident, displaying an arrogant demeanor as if he had Lu Qingshan under his control.

Everyone shook their heads, thinking the outcome was decided, Qing Ge must take this step down and accept the hidden loss.

Only Lu Qingshan remained exceptionally calm.

He had anticipated this scene long ago.

He looked at Ying Jie, shook his head, and seriously said, "No, I will not apologize."

Lu Qingshan was very certain, "I have done nothing wrong, why should I apologize?"

"How could he be so clueless? Even after being given a way out, he still doesn't appreciate it? Is he choosing wealth over life?"

"Does he really think that refusing to apologize and being imprisoned in Black Water Prison will protect his Blood Divine Sand Vein?"

Many spectators looked at Lu Qingshan as if he were an idiot, thinking he was out of his mind.

Lu Qingshan continued, glancing at Commander Zi Yan, and questioned aloud, "You didn't even look at the evidence I presented, deeming it fake right away? Assuming I fabricated the evidence?"

Commander Zi Yan remained calm in the face of Lu Qingshan's questioning, "Demon Lord Ying Jie holds such status, how could he disregard Royal City regulations and send someone to attack you? Pure nonsense."

Lu Qingshan's eyes grew cold, "But there is no reason to deem my evidence a fabrication without even looking at it."

As he spoke, he began to move, heading towards the Sword Commanding Stage.

"Why do you judge without seeing the evidence before you?

Because you know it's true. Once seen, protecting Ying Jie would no longer be justifiable."

Lu Qingshan's voice grew firm and powerful, "According to the rules, Ying Jie should be punished for sending dead soldiers to assassinate me in the Royal City, yet I, the victim, am the one being punished."

"With your methods, you should be fully aware of what Ying Jie has done, but you all turn a blind eye to it."

"Simply because he is of pure blood and has comprehended the Mang Cang Warfare, showing exceptional talent."

"Meanwhile, I am merely a mongrel."

"So you all speak lies, disregard the rules, call a deer a horse, and twist the truth, all to protect Ying Jie, your so-called supreme genius."

Demon Lord Hong Lie, Ying Jie, Commander Zi Yan, and all the Demonic Cultivators watching, their faces turned stern and displeased.

Lu Qingshan's words were indeed true.

Rules have always been methods for the strong to limit the weak.

They are ineffective for the strong.

However, some things should only be known in the heart; bringing them to the surface would incite public fury.

Especially as most present were beneficiaries of these rules.

"What do you mean?" Ying Jie no longer remained calm, his voice growing colder.

"You gain their unreserved support because you comprehended a Warfare Stele."

Lu Qingshan's face showed disdain, "Just comprehending a mere Warfare Stele, and you receive such treatment?"

"How laughable!"

"You all think a mongrel like me from the King Realm is naïve....

In my eyes, you nobles of the Royal City are the truly naïve ones!"

Commander Zi Yan responded, "In Burning Moon Domain's tens of thousands of years of history, only fourteen Demonic Cultivators have comprehended the Mang Cang Warfare.

All of them achieved extraordinary success without exception.

Ying Jie is the fifteenth to comprehend the Mang Cang Warfare in three thousand years."

"You have no idea what it means to comprehend the Mang Cang Warfare!"

Demon Lord Hong Lie laughed coldly, "Indeed, like a country bumpkin from the King Realm, you don't understand this and dare to speak such nonsense.

Having a son-in-law like you, Shi Wu's lineage is truly disgraced."

"Does comprehending the Mang Cang Warfare inherently mean anything?" Amid the ridicule, Lu Qingshan's expression calmed, and he asked indifferently.

"Of course," Ying Jie's face showed pride, "Comprehending the Mang Cang Warfare means receiving the recognition of the Mang Cang Ancestor.

The Mang Cang Ancestor's insight is infallible, knowing who is truly a genius and the future hope of the Demon Race!"

"I see," Lu Qingshan nodded thoughtfully, "Now I understand."

By this time, he had already walked to the edge of the Sword Commanding Stage, standing under the Bloodstain Battle Technique Stele comprehended by Ying Jie.

The stele's crystalline sheen illuminated his face.

Lu Qingshan then showed a strange smile, "So just because you comprehended a Warfare Stele, you chirp away like a bug all day, fearing others might not know it.

Just because you comprehended a Warfare Stele, so many stand by your side, crowing with you, annoying everyone."

"Audacious rogue, what are you saying!" Commander Zi Yan finally got angry.

Lu Qingshan's words included him, implying he was a pariah too.

A Sixth Grade mongrel insulting him like this was unbearable.

Lu Qingshan stood under the Warfare Stele, looking around, his gaze sweeping over each varied expression of the faces watching, "Today, I will show you what truly means...."

In the end, he said:

"When spring comes, if I do not speak first, what bug dares make a sound?"