Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 852 - 850: All We Need to Do Is Wait

"Isn’t this too much? Do they really think we’ve been idle all these years?"

"Now you say these things, why didn’t you say them earlier? You’re always wise after the event!"

"No, what are you talking about? Are you looking for a fight? Don’t think just because I’ve cultivated my nature for years, I don’t know how to wield a blade!"

"Come on, who’s afraid of whom? Whoever backs down today is a dog!"

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Who would have thought, two old men together almost totaling two hundred years, quarrel like those young hotheads.

Elder Gong wondered what Xuanyuan Yao really wanted to do, but there was no peace at his ears.

"Shut up!"

The two were arguing fiercely just now and seemed about to come to blows, but with these words from Elder Gong, they immediately backed down.

What else could they do? Really start a fight in the meeting room?

They wiped the non-existent thin sweat from their foreheads.

The others also sat down again, and someone glanced toward the door.

Then they lowered their voices: "Elder Gong, there are quite a few people guarding outside, we seem to be under soft detention, what should we do?"

In reality, none of the people present regarded those outside seriously; what they feared was Director Yao.

Elder Zhao rolled his eyes helplessly: "What to do? Nothing! Didn’t you see Elder Gong is hurt?

I just don’t believe you old guys aren’t aware, you are just pretending to be ignorant!"

The people in this meeting room have all gone through countless experiences to stand in their positions today.

To be honest, they’ve always been the ones who trick others, not the other way around.

It’s likely Director Yao knows this; as long as these old ones are still around, the Xuan Sect won’t fall into chaos.

Therefore, if he wants to reshuffle the power in the Xuan Sect, he needs to take them down, even control them.

Now that Elder Zhao has pointed it out, there’s no point in pretending anymore.

Someone immediately spoke: "What on earth does Director Yao want to do? Could he really be willing to defy the world?"

Otherwise, why did he fake his death back then, wouldn’t it have been better to hold all the power?"

As the conversation began, the chatter naturally opened.

"Perhaps back then, Director Yao had compelling reasons to fake his death. Besides, how can you be sure that faking his death meant surrendering power?

Didn’t you see the people still watching outside? They’re clearly secretly-trained individuals; there’s a lot we don’t know!"

Initially, they were a bit confused, but now, they clearly understand their current predicament.

"Do you think Director Yao truly wants to kill us old ones?"

Elder Gong shook his head: "The Xuan Sect’s power can be reshuffled profoundly with certain foundations.

But if all of us are gotten rid of, it wouldn’t be a mere reshuffle but courting disaster."

Although there are numerous conflicts among the factions in the Xuan Sect, everyone adheres to a baseline unless it’s a death feud.

Facing life and death, they would unite against a common enemy.

They might be under soft detention, and other factions might lean towards Director Yao for benefits or even seize resources.

But if every one of them perished, other factions would only feel impending doom.

No amount of profit could sway them then.

"Although Director Yao is formidable, we’re not pushovers either. Should we charge our way out together?"

"Do you think what you thought of couldn’t have been thought of by others? Since Director Yao has detained us here, he surely has the assurance to keep us from leaving."

Everyone knew the reality, but still couldn’t help holding a bit of hope.

Elder Gong looked out the window, carrying a resolve even he couldn’t fully articulate.

"Director Xie and Yun Ran dare to escalate things, indicating there must be a backup plan, we just need to wait."

Hearing Elder Gong mention Director Xie, everyone’s mood was calmed a bit.

Though Director Xie was young, none dared to underestimate him.

Over the years, they suffered quite a bit at his hands.

Truth be told, if they weren’t part of it, they would want to be bystanders now.

To see who’s truly more formidable: the experienced Director Yao or the genius Director Xie holding immense power.

Right now, it seems waiting is their only option.

By that afternoon, all Xuan Sect factions received the latest notice from the Special Administration Bureau that Xie Xuzhi was relieved of his role as director.

Along with that, many others’ appointments were also annulled.

These series of documents and orders almost rendered Xie Xuzhi powerless.

However, when it came to implementation, they faced major resistance.

Most competent people went on leave, and even some big names were unreachable.

The factions of the Xuan Sect all had their eyes on this situation.

Many immediately saw the signs; this was a contention between two parties.

People at the top seized the power, holding it in their hands.

But the diligent workers were under Director Xie’s influence.

It’s akin to ancient times, grabbing the throne and the imperial seal yet lacking officers — just an army with no soldiers!

Xuanyuan Yao sat in his office, watching the reporting person, who was trembling almost to the point of kneeling.

Suddenly, he laughed: "As expected of the Xie’s family’s foremost, Young Master Xie; his skills are indeed remarkable."

This laugh made the staff only feel his blood flowing backward.

The master was angry, and the consequences were unimaginable!

Indeed, then he heard Xuanyuan Yao speak: "Since the Xie Family doesn’t understand, then they shouldn’t exist. Notify the other three families that I will assist them in swallowing the Xie Family."

"Yes, master, I’ll go at once!"

The leaders of the other three families in Capital City, the Wang Family, Zhou Family, and Murong Family, received a summons from a hundred years ago and rushed over.

Just meeting each other, they were filled with many doubts.

"Did you also receive the summons?"

Third Young Master Wang furrowed his brow, thinking only his family owed the summons’ issuer a great favor, but surprisingly the Zhou and Murong families did too.

The other two were equally astonished but kept silent, showing little expression.

"Let’s go in and see."

Inside the reception room sat a man in an old-era long robe, his hair graying a bit, looking quite unfamiliar.