This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 777 - 52 The Person Who Should Not Appear_3

"They only need to consume less than one-tenth of our Demon Race’s civilian resources, yet they do work nearly comparable to ours."

Simply put, the Human Race is seen as "cheap labor" in the eyes of the Demon Race.

"Naturally, the Human Race has become an extremely popular resource.

However, over the years, it has only been the Glazed Light Realm and the Heavenly Gate Realm that have had a steady supply of human resources for sale, making this trade a monopoly of the two."

The Demonic Cultivator clicked his tongue and said, "It’s unclear where they’re getting these humans from, their regions are just like ours, cut off by the Human Realm’s towns, making it difficult to enter."

He was unaware of the other two domains’ situations.

Because the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans of the Abyss have always been independent of one another, without interconnection.

Even a long time ago, these Eight Great Holy Demon Clans were in a standoff over resources and territories, swords drawn, with many conflicts and frictions occurring for a considerable time.

It wasn’t until later, when the Abyss’s resources began to deplete, that they ceased their struggles and turned their gazes to other worlds.

But this was not enough to thaw the ice and bring them close together.

Therefore, information and resources among the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans were not shared, and they had little understanding of each other’s situations.

Fortunately, the Demon Race is not united; otherwise, the Human Race might not have been able to hold on until Ancestral Daoist Xia emerged.

The warship was now hovering above the mines.

Lu Qingshan looked down.

He could clearly see tens of thousands of human males laboring on the veins.

And the ones in charge of patrolling and surveillance were only a small Demon Race squad of about a dozen men.

They were brandishing spiked whips, continuously lashing at the humans.

The whips, like venomous snakes hissing, drew blood with each strike, slashing across the emaciated and skeletal men’s bodies, skin splitting and flesh tearing apart.

These humans had to do physically taxing labor for eight or nine hours a day in exchange for a meager portion of food.

If they were injured or weakened, they would be cruelly killed by the Demon Race.

In the eyes of the Demon Race, they were not lives but merely expendable goods.

Bones of humans were scattered all over the ground, and at the very center of the vein was a vast deep pit filled with thousands upon thousands of human corpses, some already reduced to skeletons, others freshly rotten.

Upon witnessing this scene, a profound sorrow arose in Lu Qingshan’s heart.

"Who is the complicit betrayer?" He considered himself to have an exceptionally strong will, yet at that moment, he still felt his eyes wanting to burst with anger.

He could only bite down on his jaw to barely keep control of his expression.

According to the Demonic Cultivator, this situation had been ongoing since ten thousand years ago.

Over these ten thousand years, how many of the Human Race have been buried in the Abyss, unknown to the world?

Tens of millions, or hundreds of millions, or even billions?

A chill inevitably rose within him.

Although his heart brimmed with lasting hatred, Lu Qingshan’s mind became even more composed at that moment.

The Demon Race being able to silently abduct so many people from the Human Realm surely meant that high-ranking Human Cultivators were secretly assisting from behind.

This fact left Lu Qingshan’s heart utterly cold.

Even though he was well aware that the human heart can be as deceptive as Ghostly Specters, he still could not accept that such things were happening.

The Heart Demon of the Glazed Light Realm, the Giant Spirit of the Heavenly Gate Realm, as well as the Central Heavenly Realm and the Central Spirit Domain.

Lu Qingshan engraved these names deeply in his mind.

...

...

Meanwhile, Yu Luo had already begun to change the subject, asking questions about other matters.

Lu Qingshan adjusted his emotions slightly and listened attentively to the conversation between the two,

as the warship continued on its way.

Along the way, Lu Qingshan saw one after another grand city, all immensely magnificent.

Another day and night passed, and they finally reached their destination.

Sen Luo Capital City.

It was the largest Demon Race city Lu Qingshan had seen so far.

The city walls were majestic, entirely jet-black, enveloped in a faint layer of dark light, metallic in nature, with a luster that was intimidating.

The bloodstained warship flew directly into the city, unimpeded.

After all, it would have been ridiculous if the Guard Army of Sen Luo Capital City couldn’t recognize Lord Qing Ge’s conveyance.

The warship traveled through the city for a moment, eventually rushing towards a luxurious palace.

In front of the palace, there was a vast square.

The Demonic Cultivator maneuvered the warship to a stop above the square and then respectfully said, "Lord, we have arrived."

This place was none other than the residence of Qing Ge, the Qing King’s Mansion.

Lu Qingshan let out a faint hum from his nose and leaped down from the warship.

Qing Ge’s residence was tall and majestic.

Two Sixth Grade Demonic Cultivators stood guarding outside the door.

As soon as they saw Lu Qingshan appear, they immediately exclaimed, "We pay our respects to Lord."

Lu Qingshan did not respond but led his group inside.

Just as they entered the main gate, an old looking Demonic Cultivator greeted them, all smiles, "Lord, you have returned."

He seemed to be a person of high status within the mansion.

Lu Qingshan glanced at him, guessing silently in his mind.

He was unfamiliar with the layout of the Qing King’s Mansion and didn’t recognize anyone in the mansion.

This was an awkward point, and a place where he was very likely to be exposed.

However, Lu Qingshan was not panicked.

Because he had long been prepared with a deception.

He pointed at Yu Luo and said to the old Demonic Cultivator who had come to greet them, "This is Yu Luo, a new arrival. First, take him around and properly introduce him to the layout of the mansion and have him meet the people."

This made Yu Luo feel moved by the careful consideration of "Qing Ge."

The elder was taken aback at first, then quickly caught on, and immediately said politely, "I am the steward of the Qing King’s Mansion, you may call me Steward Feng."

"I’ve met Steward Feng," Yu Luo greeted with a bow of his hands.

So, it was the steward.

Lu Qingshan thought to himself.

......

At the same time that Lu Qingshan entered Sen Luo Capital City,

Another palace equally majestic and grand.

Chi King’s Mansion.

"Lord, Qing Ge has returned," a Demonic Cultivator with a deep and powerful aura announced to the person in the chief seat.

"Has he finally returned?" Chi Pu said with a playful expression.

"Lord, we’ve received information that Pu Qu has had an accident, likely due to his identity being discovered by Lord Qing Ge."

"Could this cause any trouble? If Qing Ge goes to the Demon Lord and files a complaint against Lord..."

Chi Pu waved his hand, unconcerned, "So what if he’s discovered? Do you think I’d fear him?"

"Besides, this time he led a large army to attack the Human Race’s city gate. He was certain of victory but ended up defeated," Chi Pu said with a smirk, "He’d better think about how he’s going to regain his honor.

It’s already good of me not to kick him while he’s down; does he dare provoke me actively?

If he really does so, let’s see who will be the embarrassed one then—him or me!"