Martial Cultivator

Lu Qingling opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but before she could speak, the young man smiled and shook his head. “That Vice Prefect is not some corrupt official or some vile bureaucrat. In fact, from above, he might even be considered an efficient administrator. What he did is not good for you, but for the common people it is actually not much of a problem. As for whether that Lord Warden Commander is willing to interfere, it’s hard to say, but just knowing about it is enough. That man still wants to stay in officialdom for a few more years; he doesn’t want to be killed on a whim by such an unreasonable military official.”

As he said this, the young man himself could not help but find it a little amusing. In the foreign lands, the young Lord Warden Commander’s reputation was mostly that of a demon king. But in Great Liang’s officialdom, quite a number of court officials likely still regarded this young martial commander as utterly unreasonable.

Scholars were not afraid of arguing with others. What they feared most was having a belly full of sage-like reasoning, only for the other side to refuse to listen at all and instead throw a punch the moment you opened your mouth, leaving you with nothing more to say.

This was also why, when the academy dean first learned that his final disciple Xie Nandu was a rare cultivation genius, he had been so delighted.

If your cultivation is higher than theirs, you can force them. Whether they like your reasoning or not,they could only listen anyway.

Lu Qingling asked curiously, “Aren’t you afraid that Vice Prefect might be deceiving you?”

The young man shook his head and said softly, “You have your sharp eye for people, and I have my own methods. In this world, there are very few people who can lie in front of me without me noticing.”

Lu Qingling said nothing further, but her curiosity about the young man’s identity only grew.

Everything that had happened already pointed to one thing: this young man was definitely not simple.