It turns out that when a seemingly indestructible building truly collapses, it often does so faster than you could have imagined.
Originally, according to Wei Tianlin’s plan, it would be best to wait until Yan Sifu and the Great Yan royals were at each other’s throats over the throne before making a move, thereby seizing the victory fruits in one stroke.
But the reality could not keep up with his ideas.
Because just half a day later, Yan Sifu had overwhelmingly defeated many competitors and was about to ascend to the throne.
Wei Tianlin panicked.
If Yan Sifu really ascends the throne, wouldn’t that mean all his efforts were made for another’s benefit?
For this reason, he disregarded any plans and immediately, along with the Profound Sun Sect and many noble families, openly brandished the banner of clearing the court of traitors and reinventing Great Yan.
This move caused an uproar in the entire city.
Because this amounted to public rebellion.
Soon after, many sects, including the Golden Saber Institute and Wunian Academy, also entered the fray.
The already complex situation immediately became even more enigmatic.
And just as Shang Jingchuan had previously anticipated, the turmoil in the political situation indeed brought about instability among the populace.
Everyone was in a state of panic, and some treacherous individuals took advantage of the chaos, attempting to sow disorder.
Fortunately, through the efforts of the Capital Prefecture, the situation remained barely manageable.
But soon after, the Profound Sun Sect openly opposed the Capital Prefecture, sending a large number of Martial Artists to attack the Prefecture’s people.
The government officials and constables of the Capital Prefecture were no match for the Profound Sun Sect’s Martial Artists, suffering significant losses.
But soon the Golden Saber Institute also entered the scene, sending many disciples to join the Capital Prefecture and oppose the Profound Sun Sect directly.
And with the full-scale war between these two major sects, the situation completely collapsed.
The Wunian Academy naturally sided with the Golden Saber Institute, while the Hundred Feet Sect, the most low-key of the three sects, suddenly declared its stance, joining the Profound Sun Sect’s camp.
The weakest Mirror Moon Sect announced that all its disciples would stay behind closed doors, maintaining absolute neutrality.
Coupled with the struggle between noble families led by the Wei Family and the Great Yan royals led by Yan Sifu,
the once bustling and prosperous Yan Capital City had become a land of chaotic warfare.
Moreover, hidden forces like the Paradise Sect and Five Poison Sect also engaged in battles individually for their own benefit.
In short, the situation in Yan Capital City had become an entangled mess; even if there were no previous enmities, being forcibly involved would soon drive people to madness.
In response, the ordinary citizens could only keep their doors and windows tightly shut, hiding in their homes, hoping for the chaos to pass quickly.
But some noticed something amiss—Washing Sword Manor, which should have been the mainstay in this chaos, had surprisingly remained uninvolved, and even the princess Yan Xizhao had not appeared, which inevitably sparked much speculation and suspicion.
Wei Tianlin too felt a subtle unease.
But by now, the situation had completely spiraled out of his control, and even if he wanted to deal with Washing Sword Manor, he was powerless to do so.
The only thing he could do was send people to monitor Washing Sword Manor, so that any movements would be immediately reported to him.
Meanwhile, in Prince Qi’s Mansion.
The former Prince’s Mansion had now become a gathering place for the Great Yan royals.
These people all gathered under the banner of Yan Sifu, resisting the Wei Family.
But although they were quite powerful individually, and even stronger together, they were gradually falling at a disadvantage against the well-prepared noble families.
Especially after the Profound Sun Sect joined, the pressure on them increased significantly.
At this moment, Yan Sifu’s expression was gloomy, filled with resentment.
"Washing Sword Manor really said that?" he said angrily.
Yan Peng sighed, "Yes, that’s exactly what my master said."
"This is outrageous! Great Yan has spent so much money raising these people, yet at the critical moment, they refuse to take a stand, a pack of ingrates." Yan Sifu was furious.
He had sent his own son, Yan Peng, to Washing Sword Manor to request reinforcements, thinking that as long as Washing Sword Manor joined his side, victory would be his.
But unexpectedly, Yan Peng returned empty-handed, as Washing Sword Manor would not get involved.
Yan Sifu paced back and forth angrily in the room, "Don’t they know that Washing Sword Manor is the last entity qualified to remain neutral? Regardless of who wins, with their current attitude, they will face utter destruction!"
Yan Peng was equally helpless, "My master and the others surely understand this logic, yet they still did what they did. What can I do?"
"And what about your senior sister Yan Xizhao? Isn’t she the legitimate sister of Yan Tingshan? Could she also be indifferent to this matter?" Yan Sifu asked, holding onto the last shred of hope.
Yan Peng shook his head, "I don’t know. I actually didn’t even see my senior sister this time."
Yan Sifu had no idea what Washing Sword Manor was planning.
But the situation was urgent; since Washing Sword Manor wouldn’t take the lead, he had to find a solution on his own.
"Someone, come here," Yan Sifu shouted.
"At your command!" A commander stepped forward respectfully.
"Gather the men and escort me out of the mansion."
"This..." The commander hesitated.
Currently, the killing among the factions had reached a fever pitch, and the number of assassination attempts on high-ranking officials was countless.
Not to mention, Prince Qi’s Mansion alone suffered more than a dozen attacks daily.
It’s imaginable how many envious eyes would be drawn if Yan Sifu left the mansion.