Chapter 737: 732, Wen Ping returns, Chen Xie feels at ease. Inn.
Just as he stepped into the inn’s threshold with one foot, and was about to lift the other, a red pop-up window suddenly appeared before his eyes, leaving Wenping, who had just returned to the inn, somewhat dumbfounded.
[Tip: The Demon Race is currently experiencing unrest, with predictions that within ten days the unrest will escalate into turmoil!]
"What’s happening with the Demon Race?"
With that, Wenping opened the system interface.
The information bar for the Demon Race now had an additional hidden danger section compared to what he had seen in the Demon Realm.
[Tip: The Demon Race is currently experiencing unrest, with predictions that within ten days the unrest will escalate into turmoil!]
[Reason: The new Demon Emperor lacks prestige, leading to widespread disobedience among the demons.]
[Consequences of worsening: Demon Race split, internal chaos within the Demon Race, etc.]
As he watched, Wenping continued to walk inward.
"Sect Leader, you’re back." H Lan, standing by the door, quickly stepped aside to welcome Wenping.
Wenping merely nodded and replied with a simple "Hmm."
Then he quickly stepped upstairs.
After reaching the upper floor, he hurriedly found a chair to sit down and carefully reviewed the warning message that had popped up.
The recently subdued Demon Race was about to fall into chaos, and this was no small matter!
...
After watching the masked man remaining at Wenping’s room door for a while, H Lan, though puzzled, did not rush to investigate but instead turned and went to the third floor of the inn, pushing open the door to the room at the farthest end.
Cre-e-eak!
As soon as the door opened, H Lan announced into the room, "Senior Brother, the Sect Leader has finally returned."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man leaning against the window immediately turned around, overjoyed.
This was none other than Chen Xie.
Since the last time he met Wenping at the inn and was caught by Pei Wu, Pei Wu went back and exaggeratedly spread the news, leading to the already unfavorable rumors causing Chen Xie to completely lose trust within the Hundred Sects Alliance. Not only was his power naturally stripped away at once, but his home was also burnt to ashes the same night he went to the inn.
Clearly, the Hundred Sects Alliance wanted him dead.
Fortunately, with years of operating an information network, Chen Xie knew how to evade the pursuit of the Hundred Sects Alliance’s spies. Now hiding in the inn, though the Hundred Sects Alliance has yet to find him, more and more spies have been appearing on the streets. Even if those people were well-disguised, Chen Xie could recognize them at a glance.
Wenping, before leaving that day, said someone at the inn would protect him, yet he had been living in constant anxiety in the following days.
Now, with Wenping’s return, his heart could finally find peace.
Of course, in truth, he wasn’t overly concerned; he wasn’t terribly afraid of dying.
It was just that he had brought his family along, and they were innocent.
He now hoped to embark on a new era with the Immortal Sect, but if his wife and child got implicated, he would suffer for a lifetime.
Chen Xie’s eyes immediately turned to the beautiful woman sitting by the bed a dozen steps away, accompanied by a three or four-year-old child.
The beautiful woman was naturally Chen Xie’s wife.
That child was Chen Xie’s son.
Chen Xie said, "It’s alright now!"
The beautiful woman’s gaze still reflected unease, yet she said nothing, merely holding the child in her arms tightly.
This taut atmosphere had not escaped Chen Xie’s notice over the past few days.
Zi Ran, seated at the round table in the center of the room, stood up and said, "Since the Sect Leader is back, you and your family might as well come and see him."
"Pingping, follow Grandma." The beautiful woman quickly said.
Zi Ran squinted her eyes with a smile, embracing the child running over from the beautiful woman’s arms, her eyes radiating a thread of affection, looking at him just as if he were her own grandson.
Exiting the room, H Lan continued, "Master, after the Sect Leader returned, he appeared very serious. I feel something is likely up... Moreover... there’s someone who followed him, unwilling to show his true face, wearing a black mask."
"Unwilling to show his true face?" Zi Ran frowned, thinking secretly that it seemed the Sect Leader had experienced quite a few things on this trip.
Speaking thus, Zi Ran and the others proceeded toward Wenping’s room.
...
Back in his room, Wenping contemplated the not-so-detailed data before him.
The Demon Race had just been brought under control for a single day, and such trouble had already arisen.
Splits, internal chaos, these were very troublesome matters; if such issues arose, it would undoubtedly weaken the strength of the Demon Race.
Even though his Fame Level had not yet reached Level Five, his power wouldn’t increase just because of the strengthening of the Demon Race, but Wenping didn’t want to see a situation where the Demon Race fell into chaos and regressed.
Weighing the possibilities, Wenping still didn’t plan to head to Demon Emperor Lake.
Resolving the turmoil within the Demon Race was actually quite simple.
One could simply exploit hatred.
Wasn’t there a war ongoing with the Human Race at this time?