Chapter 621: Successive Bad News

The situation in front of the manor did not exceed the expectations of Weise.

Simply put, the news of the great chaos at the foot of the mountain had finally spread up.

Four days had already passed since the incident at the foot of the mountain; usually, running down the mountain and back up took no more than three days even if one were sluggish, so dragging it out until now to leak the news was already slow enough.

In fact, Weise was the one who had let this news leak out slowly.

He calculated the time, figuring these people should have gradually received the news through other channels; if the official news from the manor did not follow up in time, it would make Huanri Manor appear to have something to hide, triggering even greater turmoil.

Although now, as manpower continued to arrive in a steady stream, even greater turmoil could be suppressed, and it could even reduce the number of manor owners, that would bring more consumption to the team, increase unexpected changes, and the already strained manpower would be stretched even thinner.

Since Weise was trusted by Tang Zhao to take charge here alone, it was one thing not to over-fulfill the mission, but how could he let others come to clean up his own mess?

Therefore, he had to be prepared in advance to deal with this inevitable riot, and he had to make these people count the money for him even after being sold out.

At this moment, Fu Inspector Fu Xianchan was here, and upon hearing this, he asked if help was needed; Weise immediately shook his head, saying everything was under control, and asked Zheng Yun to set off quickly, lest Fu Inspector be stuck in the middle of coordinating, while he himself would handle those people to avoid delaying the important matter.

Although Fu Xianchan looked young, he was actually of some age, so he naturally knew these young people liked to show off, and without saying much, he first took Zheng Yun to hurry and catch the transport to the Qianxian.

Weise saw Zheng Yun off, his face calm and composed, and led the manor's manpower to the front in a leisurely manner.

The area where the guest rooms were located was indeed already in chaos. A group of manor owners gathered together, shouting and yelling, their emotions one more agitated than the other, looking as if they were about to riot at any moment.

But in the end, there was no riot, nor was there any smashing or looting. After all, everyone was still a person of status, and they were acquaintances, so it had not yet reached that point.

And... that Tang Zhao...

Sigh.

Seeing that the Young Master of Huanri Manor had finally arrived late, the crowd became even more agitated, shouting one after another: "Jian Chenglong, you have screwed us over bitterly! Let us go down the mountain!"

Among them, the Fuhu Master was the most agitated, shouting loudly: "Fine, you surnamed Jian, no wonder you have been finding trouble every day these past few days, with the Deep Shadow Society and the banquets, finding ways to make merry all day long; so it was a feint! Tell me, are you in cahoots with the rebels at the foot of the mountain? What is your purpose in detaining us?"

He had actually hit the nail on the head, and what he said was not wrong at all—they were indeed in cahoots—but how could Weise admit it? Instead, he sneered, squinting at these people, and said disdainfully: "Purpose? Think for yourself, what purpose could I have for you? Not to mention you, even among everyone present, what is there now that is worth me coveting?"

When he said this, the White-haired Swordsman behind him stepped forward together, forming a crescent formation, hands pressing on their swords, quite imposing. Those manor owners actually had more people in terms of Sword Guests, but they were disorganized and irritable, just a mob, and their momentum was immediately suppressed.

With one sentence, the YoungMaster seized the initiative and slightly stabilized the scene.

Weise continued immediately: "I know what you are making a fuss about; isn't it the matter of the sword slaves rebelling at the foot of the mountain? I don't need to mince words; I learned the news from under the city this morning. Half a day earlier than you all."

The Fuhu Master was half-doubting, feeling his words were full of water, and said: "Since you knew early, why didn't you tell us?"

Weise said unhurriedly: "Not tell you? If I didn't tell you, how would you know?"

The manor owners were stunned, and Weise continued: "I had no intention of hiding it. It was just that, firstly, considering everyone's emotions, especially since several are not young and have suffered repeated blows these past few days, I feared further stimulation might lead to accidents, so I had the manor staff tell the news slowly."

Hearing this, a few people were almost moved to tears—not young? Before their lifespan was absorbed by the Sacrifice, they were not old! Now they had become the "old" in "respect the old and cherish the young"?

"Furthermore, I was also thinking about how to respond. What is the use of knowing the news? It only adds to everyone's worries. It is only meaningful if one can come up with a way to respond. I wanted everyone to be full of hope rather than despair when they learned the news."

The crowd indeed showed expectation, and someone asked: "Then has the Huanri Master thought of a way?"

Weise said as a matter of course: "How could one think of one?"

The crowd almost fell over again, and the Fuhu Master said angrily: "I understand now, are you playing with us?"

Weise spread his hands and said: "A clever housewife cannot cook without rice; although I racked my brains, the strength between the enemy and us is too disparate, so what way could I have? It is said they have several Sword Heroes sitting in command. If they really have a way to let the sword slaves escape control, then the number of sword slave Sword Guests will be several times our number of Sword Guests, and counting the number of strong ones, the gap is even greater. In this situation, how can one think of a way?"

What he said was indeed the truth, and the crowd could not help but feel dejected.

"Unless..."

The crowd was being led around by him, all feeling a bit breathless, but still holding a glimmer of hope, they had to focus their Spirit again.

"Unless, we ask the Wangliang Lord to take action. That is, wait until the day of the Sacrifice to state our case to the Wangliang Lord and ask the old one to make the decision to eliminate all the rebels."

Oh...

This was also within expectations, just like how this YoungMaster (though not Weise) had previously suggested that the Abyss Envoys stay in Huanri Manor and wait for the Wangliang to make decisions for them on the day of the Sacrifice; now he was suggesting that the manor owners sit and wait for the Wangliang to make decisions. This suggestion could be described as changing the soup but not the medicine, highlighting a state of waiting for... rescue.

However, although it was cliché, it seemed to be the right path.

In fact, except for waiting, other methods would require the manor owners to exert their lives, which meant using them as ordinary White-haired Swordsmen. And these manor owners, apart from having the strength to shout and yell, would absolutely refuse to exert themselves if asked to risk their lives; it would be considered generous if they could pay money.

"There are still three days until the Sacrifice, everyone please be patient; no matter how arrogant they are, once the Wangliang Heavenly Soldier arrives, the rebels will immediately crumble..." Weise once again instilled the Not-Striving-is-Striving Great Method into them.

The Fuhu Master said sullenly: "We rely on our Lord Wangliang for everything, making it look like we are all trash with no contribution at all; what is there left for the old one to save? If it abandons us..."

The manor owners glared at him angrily.

Although what the Fuhu Master said was very likely, the crowd did not want to hear it.

At this moment, only a "pop" sound was heard, and a figure crashed through the door, shouting loudly: "It's terrible, disaster! Disaster!"

The angry gazes of the manor owners gathered again, wanting to tear apart the person who had no sense of the situation and was adding fuel to the fire, but then they saw the figure and were all struck dumb:

The person who came was actually a short-tailed badger, which was a Heart Shadow.

This Heart Shadow had gone out with a large group of Abyss Envoys this morning, and now only two had returned; one was it, and the other was an Abyss Envoy that looked like kelp, called "Huiying"; besides that, even Manying, who was inseparable from it, was not there.

Seeing this situation, the manor owners' hearts skipped a beat, thinking: It can't be, right? Even the Abyss Envoys have...

The Heart Shadow's originally round face had become long due to fright, its nose was not a nose and its face was not a face, and it shouted loudly: "Disaster, they are all finished. Manying, Manying, have you returned?"

The only one here who knew the inside story was Weise; Tang Zhao had told him about Manying's whereabouts, and he still held the method to contact Manying, but of course, he pretended not to know at this time, hurriedly greeted it and said: "Lord Heart Shadow, what happened to you? Where are the other Abyss Envoy lords?"

The Heart Shadow said anxiously: "Where is Manying? Is Manying not here? Has she not returned?"

Weise showed just the right amount of surprise and panic, saying: "Didn't Lord Manying go out with you? If she is not with you, how could she return alone?"

The Heart Shadow looked left and right, spun around twice, and said: "She really hasn't returned? Don't scare me..."

Weise heard its voice trembling, with a heavy nasal tone, and could not help but be secretly surprised, thinking: It wouldn't be that it is going to...

Only to hear the Heart Shadow sniff, and suddenly it burst into a loud cry, wailing: "Dead, dead! Everyone is dead! Manying is also dead! What should we do!"

As it cried like this, the Huiying beside it only felt it was unbearable; as an Abyss Envoy who went with the Heart Shadow to release the Wangliang Power, it was very lucky to be another survivor.

However, at this moment, it was in a state of dejection.

Compared to the Heart Shadow, which understood nothing, it probably knew what fate had befallen the other Abyss Envoys—being eliminated by the Destruction Power, probably unable to crawl out of the Yingze—and it also guessed that Manying had been swept into the Destruction Power and could not return either.

It watched its companions wither one by one, and like Manying, felt the uncontrollable anger of the Wangliang under the Altar, only feeling a sense of darkness, not knowing what to do in the future.

But even so, it knew a common sense: as a high and mighty Abyss Envoy, it could not show weakness in front of people, let alone expose the miserable state where only a few kittens were left among the Abyss Envoys, otherwise, would others not kick them while they were down?

But it understood this principle, while the Heart Shadow did not, and Huiying was not Manying; the Heart Shadow did not listen to it, and as soon as it arrived at the manor, it exposed its own shortcomings, making Huiying's heart jump with fear.

However, the others didn't think about kicking the Abyss Envoy while he was down; instead, they exploded in an uproar!

What? Even the Abyss Envoy is dead?

Is there any hope left for Wangliang Mountain?

The sky above has collapsed, the earth below has sunken, and with only them left, they have no path to the heavens and no door into the earth—where are they to go?

At this moment, Xin Ying was still wailing loudly, and the crying was so infectious that many of the manor lords felt a sting in their noses and began to cry along with her.

Amidst the wailing and sobbing, outsiders like Liu Hu watched coldly from afar, thinking to themselves: Wangliang Mountain is finished; I truly never expected that this year would be Wangliang's Last Year. I must keep my distance, preferably return today, and not let them drag me down.

Seeing that Huanri Manor looked as if a funeral were taking place, Wei Se wanted to laugh, but suddenly shouted loudly: "What are you crying for? Look at the state of you all! Pull yourselves together! Act like manor lords who hold the power of life and death over others!"

The crowd stared at him blankly, feeling that he had unknowingly become imposing, as if he were a sky-supporting white jade pillar of Wangliang Mountain.

Wei Se said calmly: "Has the sky collapsed? No! Lord Wangliang is still here, what are you afraid of? The plan now is for you to hand everything remaining over to me; we will unite and go to Sacrifice to Lord Wangliang together!"

"Remember, as long as Lord Wangliang descends, everything will be alright!"