Chapter 902: 800 Bad News

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

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

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

In fact, Wei Se was the one who had allowed this news to trickle 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 in time, it would make Huanri Manor look like it had something to hide, triggering even greater turmoil.

Although with the continuous arrival of manpower, any turmoil could be suppressed, and it could even reduce the number of manor owners, that would bring more consumption to the team, increase unexpected variables, and make the already strained manpower even more stretched.

Since Wei Se was trusted by Tang Zhao to hold the fort here, it was one thing not to exceed his mission, but how could he let others clean up his own mess?

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

At this moment, Fu Inspector was here, and upon hearing this, asked if help was needed. Wei Se immediately shook his head, saying everything was under control, and asked Zheng Yun to depart quickly, lest Fu Inspector be caught in the middle of the coordination, while he handled those people to avoid delaying important matters.

Although Fu Xianchan looked young, he was actually of some age and naturally knew these young people liked to show off, so he did not say much and took Zheng Yun to catch the transport to the Qianxian in a hurry.

Wei Se sent Zheng Yun off, his face calm and composed, and led the manor's personnel 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, each more agitated than the last, looking as if they were about to riot.

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

And... that Tang Zhao...

Sigh.

Seeing the Young Master of Huanri Manor finally arrive late, the crowd became even more agitated, shouting one after another: "Jian Chenglong, you have ruined us! 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 for no reason these past few days, with the Deep Shadow Society and the banquets, looking for ways to make merry all day long—it turns out you were feinting to the East! 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 mark by accident; he was not wrong at all, they were indeed in cahoots, but how could Wei Se admit it? Instead, he sneered, glancing sideways at these people with disdain: "Purpose? Think for yourself, what purpose could I have regarding 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 on their swords, quite imposing. The manor owners actually had more people in terms of Sword Guests, but they were disorganized and irritable, nothing more than a rabble, and their momentum was immediately suppressed.

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

Wei Se continued immediately: "I know what you are making a fuss about; isn't it the rebellion of the Sword Slaves at the foot of the mountain? I don't need to mince words; I learned the news from below the city this morning. Half a day earlier than all of you."

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

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

The manor owners were stunned, and Wei Se continued: "I had no intention of hiding it. It was just that, considering everyone's emotions, especially since several are quite old and have suffered consecutive 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 on the verge of tears—old? Before their lifespans were absorbed by the Sacrifice, they were not old! Now they had become the "old" in "respecting the old and loving the young"?

"Furthermore, I was also pondering how to respond. What is the use of knowing the news? It only adds to your worries. It is only meaningful if one can think of a way to respond. I wanted you to be full of hope rather than despair when you learned the news."

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

Wei Se said as a matter of course: "How could one think of a way?"

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

Wei Se spread his hands: "A clever housewife cannot cook without rice; I have racked my brains, but the disparity in power between the enemy and us is too great, so what can I do? It is said they have several Sword Heroes sitting in command. If they really have a way to let the Sword Slaves escape control, the number of Sword Slave Sword Guests will be several times our own, and counting the number of strong ones, the gap is even greater. How can one think of a way under such circumstances?"

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 and were all a bit breathless, but still holding onto 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 elder to preside and eliminate all the rebels." Oh...

This was also within expectations; just as the YoungMaster (though not Wei Se) had previously suggested that the Abyss Envoys stay in Huanri Manor and wait for the Wangliang to preside for them on the day of the Sacrifice, now he was suggesting the manor owners sit and wait for the Wangliang to preside. This suggestion could be described as changing the medicine but not the decoction, 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 risk their lives, which meant using them as ordinary White-haired Swordsmen. And these manor owners, apart from having the energy to shout and yell, were absolutely unwilling to exert themselves if asked to fight for their lives; being able to pay money was already considered generous.

"The Sacrifice is in three days; everyone, please be patient. No matter how triumphant they are, once the Wangliang Heavenly Soldier arrives, the rebels will immediately crumble..." Wei Se once again instilled the Not-Striving-is-Striving Great Method into them.

The Fuhu Master said sullenly: "If we rely on our Lord Wangliang for everything, it makes us look like useless trash with no contribution at all; what is there left for the elder to save? If the elder 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" 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 looked at the figure and all went silent:

The arrival was actually a short-tailed badger, which was a Heart Shadow.

This Heart Shadow had gone out with a large group of Abyss Envoys in the morning, and now only two had returned: one was it, and the other was an Abyss Envoy that looked like seaweed, 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...

The Heart Shadow's originally round face had become long from 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 Wei Se; 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 greeting it: "Lord Xin Ying, what is wrong with you? Where are the other Abyss Envoy lords?"

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

Wei Se showed just the right amount of surprise and panic, saying: "Did Lord Manying not 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..."

Hearing its voice tremble with a heavy nasal tone, Wei Se could not help but be secretly surprised, thinking: It wouldn't be that it is going to...

Only to hear the Heart Shadow sniff, suddenly 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 hard to bear; as an Abyss Envoy who went with the Heart Shadow to release the Wangliang Power, it was lucky enough 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—eliminated by the Destruction Power, probably unable to crawl out of the Yingze—and 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 rage of the Wangliang under the Altar, feeling only a gray void, not knowing what to do in the future.

But even so, it knew one 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 of the Abyss Envoys remained, otherwise, wouldn't others 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 did not think about kicking the Abyss Envoys while they were down, but rather, the pot exploded!

What? Even the Abyss Envoys are all dead?

Is there still any hope for Wangliang Mountain?

The sky above has collapsed, the earth below has sunken, and all that remains are these people with no road to the heavens and no gate 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 soreness in their noses and began to cry along.

Amidst the wailing and sobbing, outsiders like Liu Hu watched coldly from afar, thinking to himself: Wangliang Mountain is already finished; I truly never expected that this year would actually be Wangliang's Last Year. I must keep my distance, it would be best to return today, so as not to let them implicate me.

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

The crowd stared at him blankly, only 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 current plan is for you to hand everything that remains over to me; we shall unite and go together to perform the Sacrifice to Lord Wangliang!"

"Remember, as long as Lord Wangliang descends, everything will get better!"