I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

At this moment, everyone finally realized—who was this before them, if not a loyal and patriotic minister?

He was the pillar of the Daqian Dynasty, a god of war capable of scattering armies, the one who could obliterate fleets with a smile... the Supreme Grandmaster!

The various privileges bestowed upon Mr. Lu by the late emperor were not due to excessive favoritism...

But because it was absolutely necessary!

Emperor Qianxi on the dragon throne looked ashen; he finally understood the deep meaning behind his father’s dying words to "be cautious with Mr. Lu."

Was this an exhortation to value virtuous ministers?

It was clearly a warning—under no circumstances should he anger this supreme being capable of changing the very heavens and earth!

The atmosphere in the hall gradually descended into deathly silence, and even breathing became distinctly audible.

"Mr. Lu, I..."

Emperor Qianxi had just begun to speak when his voice was abruptly cut off.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his purple robe fluttering without wind, directly interrupting the emperor: "Your Majesty,"

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it caused a shiver to run through the hearts of all the officials present.

"My grandson has been framed by treacherous men and is wrongfully imprisoned."

"Now my grandson’s vitality has been severely compromised."

Lu Xuan continued, every word as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"He urgently needs millennium blood ginseng and nine-leaf lingzhi, among other rare treasures, to recover his health."

After speaking, Lu Xuan’s gaze was as sharp as lightning, directly meeting the eyes of Emperor Qianxi above.

"I just heard that the imperial treasury holds both these items."

"I hope Your Majesty will... grant this humble request of mine."

Lu Xuan’s voice was soft, yet it struck everyone’s hearts like a heavy hammer.

Wronged?

The moment these words were spoken, the court erupted in an uproar.

Several ministers exchanged confused glances, their eyes full of doubt—wasn’t the case against Lu Haowu already irrefutable?

Miss Zhao’s testimony, the torn clothing, the numerous witnesses in the streets...

This ironclad case had been scrutinized by three courts without finding a single flaw!

Moreover, it was initially sanctioned by you personally, who also agreed with this outcome.

And now, just a few days later...

Not only do you disagree, but you also plan to cause a major disturbance in Qian Ning City.

Letting Lu Jinyun and others lead the Tiger Roar Guard to forcefully break into the forbidden heaven prison and take away the condemned Lu Haowu.

In the end, it’s all up to your mood, isn’t it?

For heaven’s sake, who is truly the emperor of Daqian?

Even the emperor of Daqian cannot break his word to the people of the world.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang, from the Ministry of Justice, gathered his courage and spoke: "Mr. Lu, please discern wisely, this case has both human and material evidence, and even... initially you..."

Mr. Zhang’s voice suddenly choked, as though an invisible hand gripped his throat.

Lu Xuan’s gaze swept over him, as if looking at a corpse!

"Ironclad evidence?"

Lu Xuan’s lips curled into a faintly meaningful smile.

Emperor Qianxi struggled to maintain composure, but his voice trembled: "Mr. Lu, this... the evidence in the case is conclusive..."

"Is that so?"

The next moment, Lu Xuan suddenly revealed a spine-chilling smile.

"Zhao Xian, I shall give you one last chance."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian’s heart leapt with joy, his eyes shining brightly, and he responded eagerly, "Good, since you put it that way, Mr. Lu."

"I will immediately have the evidence brought forth!"

He turned and signaled to Sun Lingyuan: "Commander Sun, you and Mr. Zhang quickly bring my daughter, the witnesses, and the testimonies!"

From the dragon throne above, Emperor Qianxi finally relaxed his tense shoulders slightly—

It seemed that this Mr. Lu was still mindful of the dignity of the court.

Sun Lingyuan and Zhang Zhaoran accepted their orders and left, the sound of clashing armor gradually fading into the distance.

The gathered ministers secretly let out a sigh of relief, with some even starting to whisper.

"In the end, Mr. Lu is fair and impartial..."

"After all, it is in the court..."

"It seems there’s still room for maneuver in this matter..."

Within the document archive of the Ministry of Justice, it was dim and the candlelight flickered.

Thick volumes were neatly arranged on the shelves, exuding the old scent of ink.

Five officials on duty were engrossed in organizing the documents when they suddenly heard a creaking sound—

The door to the archive slowly swung open.

A hunched figure stood against the light, a wide cloak covering its features, revealing only a shriveled, twig-like wrist.

"How dare you!"

The leading official slammed the table and stood up, "This is a restricted area of the Ministry of Justice, unauthorized personnel..."

Before the sentence could finish, a chilling wind swept through.

The candle flames flickered violently as the hunched figure ghostly glided to the front of the desk.

"Hand over all the evidence related to the Lu Haowu case."

"Your lives might be spared."

"Come... " A young official was just about to shout when his eyes suddenly widened.

A thin red line resembling a hair had appeared on his throat without him knowing when.

He collapsed like rotting wood with a loud thud.

Bang—

The sound of the body hitting the ground was especially jarring in the silent storeroom.

The remaining four turned pale as earth, and one quick-thinking official trembled as he knelt down: "Spare us, senior!"

"I will fetch it at once!"

He scrambled towards the iron cabinet in the innermost part, the key turning furiously in the lock.

The other three remained frozen in place, cold sweat soaking through their official robes.

...

On a main street within Qian Ning City.

Suddenly, over a dozen figures, as ghostly as phantoms, swept down from the rooftops by the street.

The sword light cut through the air like silver ribbons, and where the cold light passed, the doors and windows of the silk shops, teahouses, and rice stores along the street.

Were slashed open by the sword light one after another.

Screams rang out one after another as sword lights carved fierce arcs under the sunlight.

Over a dozen men had not yet reacted before their throats were precisely pierced through.

Blood gushed out, staining the counters and tables red.

Those lying dead on the spot were none other than the bribed witnesses of the Lu Haowu case.

The dozen-odd assailants sheathed their swords and quickly vanished into the bustling crowd, leaving behind terrified townsfolk on the streets.

Zhao Mansion!

Inside the Daqian Prime Minister’s residence.

Zhao Ningxue in a plain white long dress, the three-foot-long sword in her hand reflecting a cold light in the setting sun.

Her sword moves flowed like clouds and water, each one carried a lethal intent, yet it always lacked that final touch of perfection.

Clang—

The sword in Zhao Ningxue’s hand suddenly erupted, shattering the Taihu stones in the courtyard.

"Why!"

She suddenly shouted angrily.

"Lu Haowu, that bastard, why!"

Amidst the flying stone debris, her beautiful face twisted like a demon from hell.

The sword tip screeched on the ground, Zhao Ningxue’s chest heaving violently.

Lu Haowu, a few years younger than herself, had already reached the realm of masterful Inner Qi.

Yet she, after more than twenty years of hard cultivation, struggled to break through the middle stage of Inner Qi.

This was also the reason she wanted to frame Lu Haowu.

"My master will arrive soon...."

Zhao Ningxue suppressed her anger, wiping the fine sweat from her forehead: "This time, I must acquire the final three levels of the Heart-Stopping Sword Skill..."

Her words abruptly stopped as she suddenly heard faint footsteps.

Her whole body stiffened, slowly turning around.

In the sunlight, a hunched figure had somehow already stood three steps behind her.

"You—"

Fingers as dry as twigs snapped around her white neck like lightning.

With a crisp "crack," the illustrious young woman of the Daqian dynasty met her end.

Blood slowly flowed along the bluestone ground, gradually encroaching upon the... jade-embedded sword that had fallen there.

Inside Yuji Hall, the air seemed to freeze.

"Where is Ningxue?"

Zhao Xian’s voice echoed in the hall, but no one answered.

All eyes focused on the two disheveled figures at the hall’s entrance —

Sun Lingyuan and Zhang Zhaoran had actually returned empty-handed.

Lu Xuan rose slowly, not sparing a glance for Emperor Qianxi seated on the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty, this old minister... has already given a chance."

This light remark plunged the entire court into a chilling void.

Before the words finished echoing, Lu Xuan had already turned to leave the hall, with Lu Jinhua and two others closely following.

The sound of boots against the gilded floor tiles was particularly piercing in the deathly silent hall.

Emperor Qianxi opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He watched helplessly as that figure passed through the hall door, the sunlight casting Lu Xuan’s shadow long enough to shroud the entire dragon throne.

"The imperial treasury...."

Lu Xuan murmured to himself, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes—

If he could find those legendary treasures, this earthly trial might soon... conclude perfectly!

If it wasn’t enough, Lu Xuan wouldn’t mind applying Mr. Cao’s methods.

Seize the emperor, to command the world, and have them scavenge the treasures of heaven and earth for him!