This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 703 - 28: Underworld Cultivator Lu Qingshan

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 something 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 Yumen 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 immediately thought of the scar on the face of the cultivator with the scar who had led them into Yumen 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.

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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 immediately 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 something amiss, and his spirit jolted, "And just at this time, there happens to be a trace of large-scale Demon Race activity near Falling Goose Pass..."

Just as he was immersed 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 come, how could it suddenly play dead?

"Was it you who saved me?" 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 fragments 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 time left," the man corpse gasped for air and said strenuously.

"Not much time 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, "Remember, 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 moment, 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 time 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 members..."