Chapter 739: 734. Huaikong’s Legacy Squeak—
The door was pushed open by Wen Ping.
As the flying sword returned to his hand, Wen Ping glanced at the fat man lying in a pool of blood by the door.
Wearing luxurious clothes, with a few big gemstone rings on his fingers, he exuded a slick and greasy feeling, looking very much like a businessman.
Of course, if he were really a businessman, why would Wen Ping kill him?
After closing the door again, Wen Ping quietly returned to his room.
Back in the room, Wen Ping wiped the blood from the blade while smiling and saying, "The Xia Family really has some nerve. Even the Hundred Sects Alliance wouldn’t dare send spies to live here, yet they sent a spy to live on the same floor as me."
Knock knock knock!
The sound of knocking resumed outside.
"Who?"
"Sect Leader, it’s me."
It was Chen Xie’s voice.
Wen Ping raised his hand, a strand of vein qi flew over to open the door, but he didn’t ask Chen Xie what he was there for or what the matter was.
He felt Chen Xie had something to say.
Chen Xie bowed apologetically and said, "Sect Leader, for such a small matter, you just need to give orders next time."
Wen Ping sheathed his sword and asked indifferently, "Since you knew there was a Xia Family spy living here, why not clear him out?"
"Xia Family spies usually leave behind vital blood at home when they go out. If they die, the family can detect it immediately. You hadn’t returned yet, so I didn’t dare alert the snake. I planned to handle it later, didn’t expect the Sect Leader to act in advance." Just joined the sect, Chen Xie didn’t want to be labeled as incompetent, so he felt it necessary to explain.
Wen Ping said, "Next time, for such insignificant people, just kill them directly. No need to worry about alerting anyone."
"Understood." Chen Xie nodded.
With this response, Chen Xie kept today’s matter firmly in mind.
From today’s observation, Wen Ping seemed to be the kind of person decisive in killing, not allowing even a grain of sand in his eyes.
If he wanted to cater to Wen Ping, he would also need to be decisive in the future, otherwise, even if he gained power, he wouldn’t be heavily relied upon.
"Go back and tidy up." Wen Ping finished speaking, and Chen Xie cautiously exited the room.
After leaving, Chen Xie packed the corpse into the storage ring, intending to dispose of it in the wild on the way.
Just as he finished preparing to go downstairs, he saw He Nian wearing only half a mask and his clothes disheveled, walking up. His helpless eyes were exposed, and he sighed as he adjusted his clothes.
"Elder He."
Chen Xie glanced up and down, stifling a laugh.
After all, entangled by a woman, he couldn’t sustain serious injuries, but he would certainly be in a predicament.
He Nian noticed Chen Xie’s sweeping gaze and immediately snapped unkindly, "What’s there to look at!"
...
Demon Realm.
As midnight quietly approached.
Huaikong observed the chaos within the Demon Race but did nothing.
As for the matters of the Demon Realm, they were gradually coming to an end. The influx of a large number of demons had pushed the Hundred Sects Alliance into a corner within a day’s time. So the choice left for the Hundred Sects Alliance was only two: either get out of the Demon Realm or send more people in.
Huaikong hoped for the former.
Because he believed that the Demon Race was not in the best position to launch a battle with the Hundred Sects Alliance yet.
Hatred needs to be remembered.
But revenge can’t be rushed.
"Where is the Demon Race inheritance..." Standing in the center of the ruins of the Demon Ancestor Cliff, Huaikong gazed around, searching for any anomalies.
However, there was only debris around him.
Nothing else was present.
Yet he believed Wen Ping wouldn’t deceive him, so he chose to continue waiting.
Suddenly, dark clouds obscured the sky.
The earth fell into pitch-black darkness, with not a hint of light.
Then, strands of strange sounds began echoing in the sky, as if descending from above.
They were solemn.
They were mysterious.
They inherently evoked a sense of reverence in Huaikong.
Huaikong was momentarily stunned, then involuntarily knelt down slowly, closing his eyes and bowing his head towards the front with devotion.
At this moment, Huaikong felt everything returning to virtual emptiness.