Chapter 703: Chapter 28: Underworld Cultivator Lu Qingshan
Falling Goose Pass.
The cultivator in charge of the pass, Marquis of An Hai, stood atop the outer wall of the city gate at this mont, gazing into a vast expanse of wilderness blanketed by white through the rain, his brow slightly furrowed.
“Is the Demon Race planning a major move again? Lately, more and more cultivators near Falling Goose Pass have encountered the presence of the Demon Race,” the Marquis of An Hai’s face was not a pleasant sight, it could even be said to be extrely grave, “Yet it has been less than five years since the last large-scale battle…”
The interval between large-scale battles launched by the Demon Race was not fixed, but at least they were supposed to occur at intervals of more than a decade. Why did an exception arise this ti?
Where there is sothing abnormal, there must be a devil at play, this made the Marquis of An Hai feel very perplexed, even developing so ominous premonitions in his heart.
“General, the three cultivators we dispatched so ti ago to scout have not returned and we’ve completely lost contact with them,” Tang Ze, the deputy general of Falling Goose Pass, said from behind Marquis of An Hai in a deep voice, “I’m afraid…”
“They go out but don’t co back.” The Marquis of An Hai muttered to himself.
In these days, they had felt that sothing was amiss, so they had sent out cultivators from the city gate to investigate the situation multiple tis.
That vast wilderness, however, was like a slumbering beast, swallowing whole any cultivators who left the city gate, and until now, no one had managed to return to the city.
What was even more bizarre was that none of the cultivators they sent out returned, yet those coming from Yun Pass and other city gates who received battle reports and ca to reinforce could all enter Falling Goose Pass safely and unscathed.
Everywhere there lood a hint of conspiracy.
……
Thousands of miles away from Falling Goose Pass, in a wilderness area, lays a forest rarely seen on the outer battlefield.
Due to the rain, a fine mist enveloped the space between heaven and earth, and within the forest, the mist was even denser.
In front of a stream crossing the forest, Lu Qingshan rapidly descended from a low altitude flight.
While flying at low altitude, he saw sothing unusual in the river that had swelled due to the rain.
“What’s happening?” As he approached the river, he finally saw the true nature of the foreign object.
In the swirling currents, there was actually a person floating, a male cultivator dressed in mystic armor.
Mystic Armor, was the uniform mystic armor of Yun Pass, indicating the identity of the person as a gate-guarding cultivator.
Gate-guarding cultivators were to follow the commands of the city gate’s commanding officer, to defend the gate, and to execute various missions, unlike independent cultivators like him, who were free to choose their destinations.
Lu Qingshan hurriedly fished the male cultivator out of the river water.
After rescuing the person, his heart clenched sharply.
The scene before his eyes was indeed shocking.
On the body of the male cultivator, there were dozens of wounds deep enough to see the bone.
Above the wounds twisted dark demonic qi that lingered and didn’t dissipate, preventing the wounds from healing, with the flesh around the wounds even beginning to rot.
“Is this… a War Demon?” When Lu Qingshan saw the wounds, he imdiately thought of the scar on the face of the cultivator with the scar who had led them into Yun Pass, which was difficult to heal and also wreathed in demonic qi, just like this man in front of him.
After a careful examination, he concluded that the wounds on this corpse must have been caused by a War Demon.
The corpse was dressed in black mystic armor.
The mystic armor was made of a mysterious material, such that when raindrops fell on it, they rolled right off it like water off a lotus leaf.
And on the chest of the mystic armor was carved a large goose with its wings spread wide.
“This is the mystic armor of Falling Goose Pass; he was a gate-guarding cultivator of Falling Goose Pass,” Lu Qingshan imdiately discerned.
“The corpse of a gate-guarding cultivator from Falling Goose Pass discarded here, killed by a War Demon,” Lu Qingshan’s brows furrowed, sensing sothing amiss, and his spirit jolted, “And just at this ti, there happens to be a trace of large-scale Demon Race activity near Falling Goose Pass…”
Just as he was imrsed in thought, the corpse that had already lacked any signs of life suddenly sat up abruptly.
This startled Lu Qingshan.
Because he had already checked carefully, the primordial spirit of the man before him was dispersed, he was as dead as they co, how could it suddenly play dead?
“Was it you who saved ?” The man corpse sat up and, seeing Lu Qingshan before him, his gaze darkened as he asked.
“You’re still alive?” Lu Qingshan quickly regained his composure, steadied himself, and asked.
Cough cough!
The male cultivator suddenly began to cough violently, and with the coughing, blood spat out mixed with fragnts of his innards, a terrifying sight.
On his face were also scattered a few charred wounds, even more ferocious to behold, like a vengeful spirit that had crawled out of hell.
“Long story short, I don’t have much ti left,” the man corpse gasped for air and said strenuously.
“Not much ti left?”
“I am now barely hanging on by a forbidden technique, it’s also thanks to this technique that I could deceive the Demon Race and manage to escape…” The man corpse suddenly extended both hands, grabbing Lu Qingshan’s shoulders, “Rember, you must convey what I am about to tell you to the General of Falling Goose Pass, to Marquis of An Hai.”
The demonic qi from the wounds on the male cultivator burst forth violently at that mont, causing the man unspeakable pain, his face pale as death, with a cold sweat drenching him.
He could only clench his lips tightly and said urgently, “Falling Goose Pass cannot be defended! This ti the Demon Race doesn’t just plan to bleed Falling Goose Pass, but to slaughter the city!
The leading force is a Demon General from the War Demon Clan, he has already gathered tens of thousands from the Demon Race, outside Falling Goose Pass, including dozens of Seventh Grade Demon Race mbers…”
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