Chapter 873: Chapter 84: When spring arrives, I don’t start to speak, which insect dares to make a sound?

After Lu Qingshan comprehended Mang Cang Warfare in Ying Jie, what he experienced could only be described as mixed blessings known only to himself.

Shi Wu Demon Venerable openly played favorites, Ying Jie wanted to bully him, Chi Li aimed to take advantage of the situation, and countless others gloated, ready to watch his downfall…

Very realistic and brutally honest.

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In the following days, Ying Jie temporarily refrained from making any moves.

But Lu Qingshan also remained silent without responding.

Everyone understood that as time passed, this matter would only become more explosive instead of diminishing.

However, during this period, a major event temporarily caught their attention.

On the tenth day after Ying Jie comprehended Mang Cang Warfare, also the fourth day after he spread word demanding girls from the Human Race from Qing Ge, the day of the King’s Lineage ancestral ceremony arrived.

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Although Lu Qingshan had never participated in this ancestral ceremony, he was very attentive to it, so he was not unfamiliar with the event.

On the day of the ceremony, the Royal Family would lead people to the Holy Land’s Sword Commanding Stage to worship the ‘Demonic’ Sword.

The Sword Commanding Stage is located within the Inner City.

Thus, during this time, demonic cultivators in the Inner City would be required not to appear on the streets and stay indoors.

There would also be Jian Luo soldiers constantly patrolling the Inner City.

It was an extremely solemn and dignified event.

Before dawn, just as the blood moon was about to fall, a resonant, solemn bell sound spread throughout the vast Jian Luo King City, filling every corner, echoing in everyone’s ears.

Upon hearing this bell, everyone fell silent, their expressions solemn.

This was the music symbolizing the day of ancestral worship.

The ancestral worship day of the King City which occurs once every twenty years.

Chilling winds blew through the streets, cutting like knives.

With the reverberating bell, a grand procession began to move.

The demonic cultivators participating in the ceremony all had significant status.

Even the spectators had requirements for status and position.

It could be said that on the day of ancestral worship, more than half of the top-tier demonic cultivators of the Jian Luo Royal Family would be gathered outside the Sword Commanding Stage.

Lu Qingshan, with his mixed-blood War Demon status, just met the requirements for spectating.

Of course, spectating was not mandatory; one could choose to attend or not.

Lu Qingshan had been eyeing this ancestral ceremony for a long time and naturally had no reason not to go.

After passing the inspection at the Inner City gate, Lu Qingshan officially entered the Inner City.

At a glance, the streets of the Inner City were already lined with Jian Luo soldiers in black armor standing at their posts, patrolling the surroundings and maintaining order.

On the way, Lu Qingshan encountered many demonic cultivators also coming to spectate.

Lu Qingshan did not know these people.

But they knew Lu Qingshan, at least had heard of his name.

They looked at Lu Qingshan with strange gazes.

Their eyes carried an inexplicable meaning.

It was somewhat like the gaze one would use to look at someone doomed, along with a hint of surprise.

“Qing Ge hasn’t been having a good time lately, why does he still have the leisure to come to the ancestral ceremony?”

And, predictably, Ying Jie, who was recently the most popular figure in King City, would inevitably attend this ancestral ceremony.

This was to convey to the Sacred Ancestor of Vast Wilderness that their War Demon Clan had produced another talent.

Currently, the matter of Ying Jie not being on good terms with his nominal future uncle “Qing Ge” was well-known within King City.

Under such circumstances, “Qing Ge” still came to spectate; wasn’t this asking for humiliation and discomfort for himself?

Was there something wrong with his brain?

They thought to themselves, their expressions strange.

Amidst the occasional looks of surprise or schadenfreude, Lu Qingshan’s expression remained unchanged as he continued forward.

After a while.

The Holy Land of King City, the Sword Commanding Stage, finally appeared before Lu Qingshan.

He walked to his designated spectating spot.

It was an extremely spacious plaza.

The plaza had already gathered many demonic cultivators.

Many of these people originally lived in the Inner City, so they arrived much earlier than Lu Qingshan, who came from the Outer City.

All the spectating demonic cultivators were patiently waiting for the formal commencement of the ancestral ceremony.

Around them, powerful Jian Luo soldiers were on alert, maintaining order.

Unsurprisingly, these spectators were confused upon seeing Lu Qingshan.

Why did he come? What made him attend?

Lu Qingshan remained silent.

He found a suitable spot, moved over, stood still, and then gazed distantly at the Sword Commanding Stage.

Six towering Warfare Steles stood, immensely majestic.

They gleamed with a crystal-like luster, each adorned with six fundamentally different but extraordinarily divine patterns.

In the center of the Sword Commanding Stage encircled by the Warfare Steles, a dark long sword floated silently in mid-air.

The tip pointed towards the ground, surrounded by swirling sword qi, extraordinarily mystical.

That was the ‘Demonic’ Sword, the goal of his journey.

Gazing at the demonic sword, Lu Qingshan’s heart raced, an unusual feeling surged within him.

Soon, he regained his composure, resisting the strange feelings and redirecting his gaze to the six Warfare Steles.

He was here to verify his conjecture.

Although he was quite confident in his hypothesis.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous at this moment.

Because this concern not only involved restoring his reputation but also the fate of Qin Yitian.

……..

At that moment, a deeper, more resonant bell tolled abruptly.

The demonic cultivators who had been casually chatting, some even discussing Lu Qingshan, instantly fell silent, their expressions turning serious.