This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

The son-in-law, no matter how close, is ultimately an outsider.

He waved his hand, "Alright, I understand."

Moments later, Shi Wu Demon Venerable's figure disappeared from where he stood.

With the son-in-law who comprehended the three Warfare Steles right in front of him, he still pretended to be reserved, not hurrying to the scene, and trying to calm the resentment in Qing Ge's heart?

As for losing face.

Damn the face.

One must know that Ying Mingyue and Qing Ge have not yet officially married.

After this event, there would definitely be more people in the Royal City who would want to snatch this son-in-law of his.

If he continued to hesitate, completely disheartening Qing Ge, he might end up being someone else's son-in-law.

......

Sword Commanding Stage.

Ying Mingyue's gaze flickered, still not recovered from her shock.

She could never have imagined that someone could single-handedly trigger three Warfare Steles.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lu Qingshan, and many hadn't even noticed when Shi Wu Demon Venerable suddenly appeared.

"Shi Wu, your eye for choosing a son-in-law is truly impeccable." Demon Venerable Zhong He, noticing Shi Wu's arrival, couldn't help but express his admiration.

Shi Wu Demon Venerable nodded slightly, his eyes set on Lu Qingshan under the Warfare Steles, lost in thought.

Becoming the center of attention, with countless eyes upon him, Lu Qingshan remained unaffected by the outside world.

He was earnestly comprehending the insights left by Mangcang Demon Venerable.

In the vast world, countless demon shadows appeared, howling and dancing wildly, like a hellish region.

These were the ancient demons that once ravaged the land, so powerful and overbearing that they shook the heaven and earth, occupying vast territories, and tormenting the Demon Race.

Then, a figure materialized.

Mangcang Demon Venerable.

This figure was ethereal, blurry and indistinct, with only the black sword in his hand gleaming clearly.

He charged at the ancient demons with the sword in hand.

This was a rewind of time, using the most mystical means of inheritance to take him back to the ancient times.

It allowed him to witness the era when the Wilderness was unclaimed, demons ruled the Demon Domain, and the Demon Race suppressed the chaos, witnessing the evolution of Mangcang Demon Venerable's warfare from birth to perfection.

Only in this way could he better comprehend the mysteries within, and grasp the unparalleled warfare.

Lu Qingshan kept moving forward, witnessing one ancient demon after another being slain, roaring unwillingly.

How powerful was Mangcang Demon Venerable back then? With one person and one sword, how many demons was he able to kill, to pacify the Burning Moon Domain?

The demons appearing here each exuded an invincible ferocity.

A nine-headed lion, its body shining like gold, a gigantic demon bird covering the heaven's vault with its wings stretching endlessly, a massive serpent demon resembling a thousand-mile-long Great Wall...

Though they were all illusory, Lu Qingshan still felt the terrifying pressure, his heart thumping wildly, as if he were there in person.

Yet, before that sword, all these formidable creatures fell one after another.

The void was sliced open by the sword, blood qi rolling.

Sword lights solidified and formed a crisscrossed chessboard in midair.

Lu Qingshan felt his scalp tingle with intense excitement, deeply sensing the power of this swordsmanship.

This was the peerless warfare of Mangcang Demon Venerable, honed from countless years of slaughter.

Heaven and Earth rumbled, as if they were about to be shattered open.

Lu Qingshan was utterly captivated, completely engrossed.

His spirit and will were entirely immersed in this swordsmanship, greedily absorbing its infinite profundities, exploring the ultimate swordsmanship.

The most powerful Demon Venerable of the War Demon Clan was demonstrating the secrets of his swordsmanship to him.

What a tremendous opportunity this was!

Only a handful of cultivators in the world had ever experienced such a privilege.

One must understand that no living person would ever do this, only the deceased Mangcang Demon Venerable would dare to leave such a detailed inheritance.

Because by comprehending warfare in this way, one could gain insight into its profound mysteries, understand every detail, master every weak point.

To know oneself and one's enemy, and to never be defeated in a hundred battles.

This was akin to handing over one's power!

Only the dead would not fear such consequences.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan's primordial spirit was influenced, glowing brightly.

The Green Snake, excited, darted around his primordial spirit, as if it had taken drugs.

A majestic aura spread in his sea of consciousness.

An incomplete rune formed, falling and merging into his primordial spirit.

This was an extraordinary transformation, the insights of Mang Cang Warfare condensed into a tangible symbol for reflection.

But the rune was incomplete, missing some crucial parts.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan understood.

Comprehending the three Warfare Steles could project an incomplete rune.

Only by fully understanding all the Warfare Steles could one form a Mangcang Rune, containing infinite secrets.

Moments later.

His mind crossed countless epochs, returning to reality.

He had finished comprehending the Warfare Stele for calming disturbances.

But this was far from over.

Any sword cultivator faced with this peerless swordsmanship would inevitably become obsessed.

Lu Qingshan had long entered a deep state of enlightenment, isolated from the outside world.

He did not notice others' gazes, nor did he hear their voices.

Almost instinctively, he walked towards the next Warfare Stele.

The fourth Warfare Stele.

...

Each Warfare Stele was etched with mysterious patterns.

These patterns were like a lock that could only be opened to trigger the transformation of the Warfare Stele and enter its world.

To most demonic cultivators, these patterns were just simple drawings with no apparent anomalies, entirely beyond their reach.

A small fraction of individuals, however, could detect the mysteries of the patterns, sensing that they were a lock.