Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 883 - 881: Is Your Face Twitching?

Dragon Spirit suddenly realized something belatedly, so the porcelain doll in his mind is the Artifact Spirit of the Demon-locking Tower?

Despite having many questions, seeing Yun Ran’s clearly troubled mood, Dragon Spirit, unusually perceptive, refrained from rushing over to ask.

Junior Master tossed the exquisite little tower back into Yun Ran’s hands, then spoke indifferently: "We should get out of here!"

Yun Ran wiped the tear stains from her face haphazardly, nodding repeatedly.

She casually slipped the Demon-locking Tower, which had reverted to its original form, into her bag.

The motion was just like stuffing a random stone picked up into her bag.

Dragon Spirit watched, suddenly understanding why some people turn dark due to hatred or jealousy.

Just now, seeing Yun Ran’s action made him want to rush over and snatch the little tower.

Then say, "Get lost, do you know how to place it correctly?"

Yun Ran turned her head, only to see Dragon Spirit staring at her bag with a distorted expression.

"Is your face having cramps?"

Hearing Yun Ran’s words, Dragon Spirit felt an indescribable sensation blocked in his chest, rendering him speechless.

In the end, he could only turn his head away, choosing to ignore it.

He comforted himself silently, thinking it’s worth the loss for Master’s sake, plus the small benefit he received.

Yun Ran was unaware of Dragon Spirit’s rich inner thoughts, already starting to pack to leave.

Naturally, she didn’t get the chance to tell Dragon Spirit that the exquisite little tower is a supreme treasure to others.

But for someone from Qingfeng Temple like her, it was nothing special.

After all, they genuinely have the heritage to pierce through the void and achieve ascension.

Those ancestors invited by Qingfeng Temple disciples with merit, traversing the void, are just minor affairs.

Furthermore, those who become core disciples at Qingfeng Temple never lack resources or Magic Artifacts.

It’s normal for Qingfeng Temple disciples to treat those treasures casually as they do not hold much significance.

Thankfully, Yun Ran didn’t mention this, otherwise, Dragon Spirit would really twist into a pretzel.

Currently, the place they’re in has lost its core energy source, the Ice Coffin, changing the air pressure somewhat.

Gone is the previous oppressive and dangerous feeling, now resembling ruins opened to visitors.

Dragon Spirit retracted his previously numb tail.

He caught a glimpse of Yun Ran and Junior Master’s gaze far from their vicinity.

Immediately, he poked Ginsengfruit, asking quietly: "What exactly was that round thing you just gave Yun Ran? Its power is impressive, any more left?"

Upon hearing Dragon Spirit’s inquiry, any previous gratitude for stabilizing his form by holding onto Dragon Spirit’s thigh vanished instantly for Ginsengfruit.

"I don’t know what you are talking about!"

Dragon Spirit: ...

Truly worthy of being Yun Ran’s disciple, too cunning!

He was merely asking, not intending to steal, yet it was hidden, clearly guarded against him!

"Hmph, stingy!"

Meanwhile, the outside turmoil was sharply contrasting with the relaxed atmosphere inside the Demon-locking Tower.

Those gaining remarkable abilities from the Demon-locking Tower faced some backlash.

If not for their years of researching ways to detach from the Demon-locking Tower’s source and control the energy, they’d all be dead now.

Xuanyuan Yao’s hair turned half white, and his face showed traces of darkened skin.

The entire person seemed to have aged from youth to middle age.

Though time traversed him slowly, he completely lost the privileges time once granted him.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Xuanyuan Yao knew the Demon-locking Tower was utterly useless now.

Immediately, he ordered those holding the core to initiate Plan B.

They’d laid such extensive groundwork; they wouldn’t place all hopes on Death Mountain; they have plenty of experimental bases!

"Master, all personnel have re-hidden per your previous instructions."

Xuanyuan Yao, upon donning the black robe handed over by his subordinate.

Issued the final order: "Transfer all resources possible from the Special Administration Bureau by tomorrow; I want the place empty!"

The next morning, unexpectedly, led by Xuanyuan Yao, the "old guard" who came aggressively and suppressed everyone.

Yet now vanished overnight, as if they’d never appeared.

The bigwigs locked in the Special Administration Bureau’s top-floor conference room were indeed the last to realize they were free.

Yet when they saw the emptied Special Administration Bureau.

Elder Gong couldn’t hold back, abandoning his composure, and began to curse: "This is nothing different from a locust plague!"

Back in the day, he had revered Yao Bureau immensely, but now faced this situation.

This for Elder Gong, almost eighty, shattered his views.

Suddenly doubting if he was carrying bad luck.

How else could he suffer an idol’s downfall nearing eighty?

Now, he truly empathized with his granddaughter cried over her own fallen idols.

Were it not for the inappropriate setting and needing to retain his status, he too wanted to cry.

Cry for his youthful blindness, and cry for the final blow to his heart.

Others weren’t much better off emotionally.

This ordeal turned the Special Administration Bureau from the wealthiest department into the poorest.

Pondering their future comfort in drawing salaries, subsidies, and effortlessly claiming resources was daunting.

"Xuanyuan Yao is too unreasonable, disappearing after doing this."

"Indeed, who would take charge again, unable to replenish the home?"

...

Their repeated complaints were out of worry for the Special Administration Bureau.

After all, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice.

Disliking deepened their resentment, reluctant to address Yao Bureau respectfully, calling him directly by name during their complaints.

Each felt bitterly wronged, truly suffering from Xuanyuan Yao’s actions!

Previously, they dared to challenge Xie Xuzhi, because the Special Administration Bureau had strong foundations.

The benefits Xie Xuzhi offered were merely icing on the cake.

Yet now, the Special Administration Bureau, under their watch, was mercilessly stripped, left bare.

This smirched their reputation, leaving them embarrassed, with no backbone.

Worrying about the future immediately overshadowed any joy of knowing Xie Xuzhi’s triumph.