Investigation? Who Investigates Whom?

At the banquet, Registrar Huang deliberately brought up what had just happened.

Once he opened the subject, everyone began discussing such matters as well.

The withholding of medicine had indeed sparked considerable dissatisfaction among many demon cultivators.

Everyone had their own ways of dealing with it.

Some, like Registrar Huang, used their power to force others into submission.

Others employed ruthless measures and killed the offenders on the spot.

Some took gentler approaches and handled things more softly.

But regardless of how it was dealt with, these low-ranking Golden Core and even Nascent Soul demon cultivators could only swallow their anger.

Because they had no way to report it.

This vast web of connections was airtight. Any information sent upward would only bring humiliation upon themselves.

As for skipping ranks and going directly to the top-tier great demons to lodge a complaint—

They first had to be qualified to meet them.

Even if they truly made enough trouble for it to reach the top great demons, which of the people in this network did not come from one of the Ten Clans? Settling such a trivial matter would be far too easy.

Thus, in their mouths, these matters were nothing more than jokes at the wine table.

After their report failed, the five demon cultivators, including the one with the severed arm, left the Military Justice's residence in despair.

As they looked at the magnificent and imposing residence, their hearts turned cold, their eyes filled with grief, indignation, and confusion.

The races they belonged to would struggle even to enter the Hundred Clans List, let alone the Ten Clans.

Back then, more than ten of them had left their homeland for the battlefield to earn merits in exchange for cultivation resources and territory for their race.

Now, not only were