This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"Five, four, three..." the countdown continued.

Lu Qingshan had no choice but to act this way; he had no time to stay here any longer. Although this would make his actions widely known, it was indeed the most efficient way to solve the problem.

However, even if Golden Snake Granny knew about his actions in Whiteflower Snake Village and wanted to settle accounts with him, it would still be a matter of one or two days later.

With his speed, one or two days later, he would have long left this place. The Three Thousand Great Mountains were so vast, and as long as he did not appear in other villages, how could Golden Snake Granny find him quickly?

Not to mention, after he sent Mimi back to Qingqiu, he planned to leave the Three Thousand Great Mountains.

Therefore, he had no concerns.

"Two..." Lu Qingshan's voice gradually became harsh.

"Stop counting, it was I who lured the deer demon back, and it was also my idea!" Suddenly, an old voice came from the crowd.

The crowd turned towards the source of the sound.

"It's Old Li!" someone exclaimed.

Lu Qingshan also looked in the direction of the voice, seeing an elderly man around fifty years old, his thin face covered with deep wrinkles.

Due to the long-term consumption of well water soaked with Poisonous Spirit Flower, the lifespan of ordinary people in the Witch Cultivator Tribe was generally short, not living past fifty. Therefore, this old man was considered to have a long life.

"Zhu Mazhen, Li Er... come out, what are you hiding for? A man should bear the consequences of his actions alone, why involve your families?" Old Li loudly scolded.

Under the scolding of Old Li, another thirty to forty villagers with complex expressions on their faces stood out, including young men in their twenties and middle-aged men in their thirties.

The old man walked in front, leading these villagers to the stage.

The other villagers silently moved to the sides to make way for them, and these people walked right up to Lu Qingshan.

"It was us who lured the deer demon back to the village." Old Li looked up at Lu Qingshan on the high platform and shouted loudly, "A man should bear the consequences of his actions alone. I hope, Wizard sir, that you will keep your word and not vent your anger on our families."

In the eyes of the villagers, a cultivator is a wizard.

Lu Qingshan did not respond, but turned his inquiring gaze to Mimi.

"Yi yi ya ya!" Mimi cried out twice.

The Great King of the Western Mice nodded at Lu Qingshan.

The meaning was that the people who had initially lured Mimi back to the village were all here, with none missing.

"You all are severely poisoned, beyond medical help, hanging by a thread, yet it was Mimi who saved you from peril. Not only did you not show gratitude, you even turned around and framed it, causing it to end up like this, you are more despicable than crows!" Lu Qingshan turned his head, looked at Old Li, and said harshly.

"Despicable? What fault have I committed? It is a demon, we are human, demons and humans cannot coexist, isn't it only natural for the Human Race to kill demons?" Seemingly aware of his inevitable death, the old man was fearless, his gaze calm, and he rasped.

The Great King of the Western Mice was infuriated, he couldn't help but step forward, pointing at the old man's nose and shouting, "Just because it's a demon, it should be killed?"

"Yes! 'Those not of our kind must have a different heart,' demons all deserve to die; they commit all sorts of evil, slaughtering our people.

It is because of these demons that our people need to consume well water containing deadly poison every day, most villagers thus do not live to see their allotted lifespan. Don't demons deserve to die?" Old Li retorted.

Old Li's words seemed to resonate with many villagers, causing a buzz of agreement among them.

"Old Li's wife and children were killed by demon beasts," someone knowledgeable whispered, "No wonder Old Li harbors such hatred for demons."

The scent of the Spirit Flower might repel demon beasts, but it wasn't infallible, so even though they drank the Spirit Flower infused well water all year round, many of the Human Race still died at the hands of demon beasts.

"Old Li is right, those monsters have been harming our Human Race for so many years, they truly deserve to die!" a villager supported, his tone filled with resentment.

"But... not all demons are necessarily bad, this deer demon isn't just..." some villagers hesitated.

...

"But Mimi clearly saved your lives, it's your lifesaver!" The Great King of the Western Mice trembled with anger, not hesitating at all, directly questioning.

"So what? Does this change the fact that it is a demon?" Li Er said coolly, watching the irate Western Rat King.

Hearing such absurd words from the elder, the Western Rat King was so angered he didn't know what to say, but Lu Qingshan was not at all angry and even couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Wizard Sir, why are you laughing?" Li Er asked, puzzled.

"You are right," Lu Qingshan stopped smiling and nodded calmly, "If it's a demon, it must be killed."

"Lu Qingshan, you?!" The Western Rat King pointed at Lu Qingshan in disbelief.

"But, it is not a demon." Lu Qingshan flipped his hand, and a blast of Sword Qi shot out, instantly decapitating the elder and causing his head to fall to the ground.

Because the Sword Qi was so fast, the elder's head rolled on the ground several times before his headless body finally fell slowly.

"You are the one!" Lu Qingshan said slowly, looking at Li Er's corpse.

Lu Qingshan's gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over the remaining thirty or forty villagers one by one.

Some lowered their heads in silence, some faces filled with resentment, and some showed regret. Their expressions varied.

"Today, I will slay a demon," Lu Qingshan murmured.

He raised his right hand, and more Sword Qi shot out from his fingertips, turning into countless fine threads in the air, sweeping across the necks of those thirty or forty mortals.

In an instant, another thirty or forty heads fell to the ground, and their headless bodies lay in pools of blood.

The smell of blood permeated the air, leaving the scene gruesomely bloody.

"Let's go." After beheading these people, Lu Qingshan did not wait to see the reaction of others and left with Mimi and the Western Rat King.

He needed to hurry and take Mimi back to Qingqiu.

...…

"Lu Qingshan, why do you think that old man refused to admit his wrongs even before he died?" the Western Rat King asked, full of puzzlement.

"Because he truly believed that what he was doing was right."

"But he was clearly wrong, wasn't he?" the Western Rat King couldn't understand.

"People have different perspectives, and changing someone's perspective is the most difficult thing," said Lu Qingshan calmly.

"I see… that's how it is…" The Western Rat King was quite depressed, clearly still troubled by Li Er's actions.

"But, as long as your fist is harder than his, that's all that counts," Lu Qingshan said calmly, "I don't care whether he truly recognized his mistake or truly felt guilty and reflected; I only care about whether I can impose punishment on him."

The Western Rat King fell into silence, seemingly enlightened.

And Mimi, looking at Lu Qingshan with her big eyes, blinked.

It felt that Lu Qingshan, who had saved it, and Grandfather Qingqiu, though both good people, were completely different.

It couldn't quite tell where the difference lay, but it discovered that it could learn some very special things from Lu Qingshan.

Things that Grandfather Qingqiu didn't have, yet were very useful.

...…

At that moment, Lu Qingshan was also somewhat bewildered.

For he had discovered, after slaughtering all those mortals, the Slaughter Sword Intent had unexpectedly advanced a bit further.

In his previous life, the Slaughter Sword Intent was only a set of data for him, so he knew how to use it, though he was clueless about how to enhance it.

This unexpected enhancement of the Slaughter Sword Intent, for Lu Qingshan who was still feeling his way, was an unexpected pleasure indeed.