This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Recalling that day, he led the vast army of the Demon Race, full of vigor and enthusiasm.

It should have been a moment of laughter, where Falling Goose Pass was reduced to ashes.

But what was the result?

Not only did they fail to take Falling Goose Pass, but he himself was captured by the Human Race and taken hostage, with Marquis of An Hai brutally severing his arms.

And Marquis of An Hai, that detestable Human Cultivator, held him hostage to force the Demon Race to retreat, even risking entrapment within enemy lines.

His thought was that he had to ensure Marquis of An Hai died a terrible death to quell the hatred in his heart.

Who would have expected, though, that his incompetent subordinates would let Marquis of An Hai desperately escape the heavy encirclement!

This deepened the humiliation in his heart.

When he carefully reconsidered the details of this event, he suddenly realized that the root of all problems was that Underworld Cultivator named Li Feiyu.

Now, having just heard news of Li Feiyu again, how could he not be furious?

No longer paying heed to the sly-looking Demon Marshal’s demeanor, Qing Ge vanished from the City Lord’s Mansion hall in a flash.

"Lord!" Just outside the hall, the triangular-eyed Demonic Cultivator, seeing Qing Ge’s grim expression emerging from the hall, quickly went up to him and changed his expression, "What’s wrong? Is the Demon Marshal making things difficult for Lord, refusing to lend the Blood Pool for your healing?"

"A Underworld Cultivator should have just arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion; find his location for me!" Qing Ge commanded coldly.

If the Demon Marshal wouldn’t speak, he’d find out for himself!

Since the Demon Marshal had just received the news, that Underworld Cultivator must still be in the City Lord’s Mansion, not yet having had the chance to leave.

The triangular-eyed Demonic Cultivator didn’t understand Qing Ge’s intention, but he dared not disobey.

In his mind, unexpectedly, a gem-like peculiar eye protruded suddenly from his forehead, flickering with a dark gloss.

Followed by an invisible wave that spread from this eye to the surroundings.

"Lord, the person you are looking for is there." In just a moment, the triangular-eyed Demonic Cultivator had pinpointed the location of the Underworld Cultivator still inside the City Lord’s Mansion.

The Demon Marshal was now hurriedly chasing out of the hall, "Lord Qing Ge...."

"Hmph, just as I thought!" Qing Ge merely scoffed coldly.

Once burnt, twice shy, Qing Ge, who had always adhered to the credo "If the weapon is sharp enough, there’s no need for intelligence," had not altered his view.

Yet, he had come to realize one thing—his current weapon was not sharp enough.

So, he needed to be smarter.

After this painful lesson, he pondered many things:

Was that Li Feiyu truly an Underworld Cultivator, or was he merely an imposter disguised as one?

However, Li Feiyu was indeed enveloped in dense Demonic Qi, which cannot be faked.

He wasn’t averse to thinking; he wasn’t blind.

Then why would an Underworld Cultivator want to sabotage his plan to attack Falling Goose Pass? It didn’t make any sense, like a ghost hitting a tiger, completely illogical.

After some serious thought, he suddenly realized—who would most delight in his disgrace and most want to thwart his plans?

His eldest brother Chi Pu and his second brother Diao Feng!

And whose subordinate was that Underworld Cultivator?

He was Chi Pu’s!

Concurrently, he recalled his big brother’s perpetual dissatisfaction with him and his cunning ways.

Also, the last time he met with his brother Chi Pu before the campaign, when his typically cold and harsh brother had been silent, just coldly sneering at him.

A chilling yet highly plausible speculation surged in his mind.

Yes, there was only one truth....

This Li Feiyu was sent by his eldest brother!

The purpose was to sabotage his leading of the army to attack Falling Goose Pass, to embarrass him before their father, to prevent him from gaining any merit!

Of course, these were still suspicions as there was no concrete evidence.

Yet the current situation had confirmed his guess.

Again an Underworld Cultivator, again delivering an important message to his elder brother....

And this important message just happened to involve a Human Sword Cultivator named Lu Qingshan...

Wouldn’t you say that’s a little too coincidental?

Could there really be such coincidences in the world?

Does anyone believe that?

And wasn’t the Demon Marshal’s previously feigned shocked expression laughable?

Do they really think I, Qing Ge, am a fool?

My big brother has always mocked me for being all brawn and no brains.

But now I’ve lost two limbs; thus, I have become smarter!

This is no doubt a taunt from my brother, rubbing salt in my wounds!

This means he’s clearly telling me the hard truth: yes, your downfall was orchestrated by me, but what can you do about it?

Don’t mention taking action against me; you can’t even deal with the "Li Feiyu" I sent to deliver false messages.

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Indeed, he couldn’t harm his elder brother in any way, but he wasn’t willing to admit defeat. He had to strike back; he couldn’t let his brother continue boasting unabated.

"Big brother, I will not let you play me like a fiddle!" The corners of Qing Ge’s eyes darkened profoundly.

The next moment, driven by a thought, a sleek black soft sword, glinting with dark golden patterns yet extremely delicate, shot out from his body, soared into the sky, and hurtled towards the position of "Li Feiyu" indicated by the triangular-eyed Demonic Cultivator.

He wasn’t about to give the Demon Marshal too much opportunity to talk. Knowing the Marshal’s cunning nature, he would surely find a way to keep "Li Feiyu" secure.