Chapter 2152: 234: This Emperor Bans Wang Ningxi for 1,000 Years

Chapter 2152: Chapter 234: This Emperor Bans Wang Ningxi for 1,000 Years

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Leaving Chao Yiming hanging for a moment, the Demon Emperor, seeing his anxious sweat-covered forehead, pretended to be impatient and waved his hand, saying, “Alright, alright, this emperor believes you Chao Clan lack such audacity. Everyone understands, people are simply speaking the truth, what’s this talk of spreading rumors? Disperse, disperse~”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Chao Yiming seemed relieved from a great burden and quickly signaled his household troops to retreat.

However, just as the household troops breathed a sigh of relief and began to rush out, the Demon Emperor suddenly called them back.

“Wait.”

“Your Majesty?”

Chao Yiming nervously looked at the Demon Emperor, thinking he was about to cause more trouble.

But the Demon Emperor merely lifted his chin, gesturing for him to look at the chaos within the tavern, and said blandly, “Compensate for the damages to the merchant’s property. Also, if your Chao Clan doesn’t want to be gossiped about, then improve yourselves. Don’t do things that attract criticism.”

“Yes, yes, yes, we will definitely compensate at market value. Thank you for your teaching, Your Majesty.” Chao Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, nodding and bowing as he agreed, and then swiftly handled the compensation matters before leading his household troops hurriedly away.

Once they left, the tavern became lively again.

The cultivators, who had been spared calamity because of the Demon Emperor, also breathed a sigh of relief and immediately surrounded the Demon Emperor with expressions of gratitude and compliments, each line more flattering than the last.

“Alright, alright~ it’s just a small matter, not worth mentioning. Everyone, get back to what you were doing~” The Demon Emperor waved grandly, then called out to the storyteller on the stage, “You there, continue.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The storyteller, heart uneasy, dared not defy, and immediately resumed telling the tale, only relaxing when he saw the Demon Emperor’s satisfied expression.

Seeing this, the others understood and returned to their original seats, continuing to eat and drink while loudly denouncing the Chao Clan’s actions, their words filled with more admiration for the Demon Emperor and praise for the Third Prince.

The Demon Emperor leaned back, finding a more comfortable position, and continued to sip his wine happily.

Listening to the people’s chatter, it was an indescribably delightful feeling.

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To the Demon Emperor, the day’s events were merely a small diversion and not taken seriously.

But for the other participants, it was like a dream. Naturally, they would go home and recount the events to their families, venting the tension and excitement they felt at the time.

Unconsciously, the “Demon Emperor’s Private Visit” began circulating within the Demon City circles, and through the storytellers’ embellishments, gradually evolved into different versions.

Among those storytellers, the one present at the scene was the most popular, and each time he narrated the story, the tavern would be packed, and the storyteller profited greatly.

After this event, the Chao Clan became much more restrained, no longer daring to openly punish those who gossiped, even releasing some of the people they had previously detained.

These factors combined caused the Demon Emperor’s reputation to rise slightly.

Of course, these are stories for another time, to be set aside for now.

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Around the same time.

In the outer Demonic World, at Demonic Base No.2.

On the imposing walls of the base, massive crossbows stood imposingly. The soldiers guarding the city wore armor of the spirit instrument level, wielding spears or swords of the same level, stationed at key points or patrolling back and forth, all of whom were fiercely selected warriors from the base.

At the northern gate of the base, a Purple Abode Realm door guard led a group of elite Tianren Realm cultivators, on duty for gatekeeping.

Their eyes vigilant, thoughts meticulous, every person entering and leaving the base had to undergo their strict screening.

Gatekeeper positions are critical to the base’s safety, so naturally only those with a strong background and potential could serve in such crucial roles, especially the Purple Abode Realm gatekeeper, who was an elite young member of the Chen Clan, an aristocratic lineage within the Demonic Dynasty, named Chen Yuanshuang.

Though he was still young, he already held a significant position within the First Grade Chen Clan, being one of the young talents marked for key development, with immense potential.

In recent days, there were few entering or exiting the north gate, making the gatekeepers’ days relatively leisurely, but even so, they dared not relax vigilance, strictly following the rules to screen everyone coming and going.

Suddenly.

A dark light flew from the distant misty sky, swiftly bypassing the hidden traps set outside the city, transforming into a slightly flustered figure that stumbled to a stop outside the northern gate.

It was a ragged, filthy figure.

He looked extraordinarily haggard, with disheveled hair, making it hard to discern his age; one could only surmise from his sturdy physique that he wasn’t very old.

Seeing the figure approaching the north gate rapidly, attempting to enter the city without even greeting them, the Purple Abode Realm gatekeeper, Chen Yuanshuang, narrowed his eyes and sternly shouted, “Halt, who are you? Show your token.”

His group of Tianren Realm city gate officers, who had worked with him for a long time, coordinated seamlessly. Almost as soon as he spoke, they surrounded the newcomer, brandishing magical treasures aimed at him.

The newcomer glanced at the gatekeeper and angrily shouted, “Chen Yuanshuang, you blind fool, look closely at who I am!”