Chapter 862: Chapter 80 Mixed Blood and Pure Blood_3

“Even if he does certain things, as long as there is no evidence, Shi Wu Demon Venerable will just pretend not to know.”

No matter if Shi Wu Demon Venerable is willing or not, given his position, many decisions are made based on weighing pros and cons, rather than just personal preference.

“I understand.” Ying Mingyue’s bright gaze dimmed.

“Isn’t this Mingyue Aunt? Why does she look so dreadful?” An abrupt voice sounded, drawing the attention of the two.

Lu Qingshan and Ying Mingyue looked up to see Ying Jie approaching them, a look of deep mockery in his eyes.

“I heard you were attacked in the outer city market earlier. It seems you’re fine, lucky you.” He leisurely walked up to them and remarked to Lu Qingshan.

“Ying Jie, what do you mean?!” Ying Mingyue was furious to encounter Ying Jie here and more so that he came forward to provoke them, fury erupted within her.

“I’m just concerned about your future husband; why are you so unhappy?” Ying Jie said tauntingly.

“Mingyue, let’s go.” Lu Qingshan glanced at Ying Jie, then tugged Ying Mingyue.

Lu Qingshan’s action brought Ying Mingyue to her senses, realizing that her anger was exactly what Ying Jie hoped to see.

“Let’s go.” She turned her head sharply, ignoring Ying Jie.

Watching their backs, a shadow of gloom flashed in Ying Jie’s eyes.

In fact, he was not as pleased as he seemed.

His plans had completely fallen apart this time.

Lu Qingshan was not only safe and sound, but his master behind him was not forced out either.

The chance encounter here was not his intention.

It was Shi Wu Demon Venerable who summoned him.

The reason was certainly related to the attack on Qing Ge.

He had been mentally prepared for this, but it was not worth it.

He had gained nothing and likely faced severe punishment from Shi Wu Demon Venerable, which was an absolute loss.

With these thoughts, he soon reached the hall.

“Grandfather.” Ying Jie bowed respectfully to Shi Wu Demon Venerable who stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, facing away from him.

Shi Wu Demon Venerable turned around, looking at the respectful Ying Jie without saying a word.

Suddenly, Shi Wu Demon Venerable delivered a fierce kick to Ying Jie’s abdomen.

Bang!

Ying Jie sprayed a mouthful of blood and flew backward, landing heavily on the floor.

Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he immediately got up and knelt down, “Grandfather…”

He knew Shi Wu Demon Venerable was truly enraged this time.

“You should know why I kicked you,” Shi Wu Demon Venerable said coldly, “You have repeatedly committed acts worse than beasts.”

“Three strikes and you’re out. This is your final warning; do not repeat these actions again.” Shi Wu Demon Venerable’s eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, hovered over Ying Jie.

“I understand, I understand, I will definitely remember Grandfather’s teachings,” Ying Jie did not dare to argue, repeatedly admitting his fault.

“Until my fall, your share of Blood Spirit Crystals is hereby cut off,” Shi Wu Demon Venerable continued, “Moreover, the Holy Land guard duty before the day of ancestor worship will be yours this year.”

Although Shi Wu Demon Venerable might fall at any time, he could also last another hundred years; if so, Ying Jie would lose a century’s worth of Blood Spirit Crystals.

That is not a small amount.

Additionally, Holy Land guard duty was typically handled by those of mixed blood; Shi Wu Demon Venerable assigning him this duty was clearly a punishment.

……

“Given Ying Jie’s behavior just now, there’s no doubt he ordered the people to attack you.” A distance away, Ying Mingyue spoke up immediately.

Lu Qingshan slightly nodded.

Indeed, Ying Jie’s fearless demeanor did not hide his intentions at all.

“No, I can’t tolerate this affront; I must find the evidence of his actions.”

“Then, when the evidence is conclusively in front of my father, he can’t pretend to be unaware anymore.” Ying Mingyue clenched her fists, determined.

“Hope to find evidence.” Lu Qingshan’s gaze was misty.

He knew well that with just himself and Ying Mingyue, the chance of finding Ying Jie’s evidence was slim.

Even if evidence was found, it would never be enough to sentence Ying Jie to death.

But he couldn’t simply accept his fate by default.

As a Sword Cultivator, he lived by the principle of exacting revenge for every wrong.

This time, he almost lost his life, how could he not hold a grudge against Ying Jie?

But he buried this grudge deep inside, allowing it to ferment, patiently waiting for the day it could explode.