The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 125 The Sudden Change at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet

The night was deep. Inside the hall of Prefect Wen's residence, flickering candlelight illuminated each figure, casting a flickering shadow, as if a surging undercurrent of jianghu was silently gathering momentum. The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of herbs, yet hinted at a subtle danger. Tonight, several major jianghu factions had gathered, and the atmosphere was thick with murderous intent.

Lingyun Hall, a rising power in the martial arts world just fifteen years ago, has already demonstrated astonishing strength in a short period of time. This sect is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also renowned for its formidable poison techniques. Lingyun Hall's members operate in secrecy, earning them great respect and awe among the jianghu community. However, few truly understand their inner workings.

"The strength of Lingyun Palace has long been something that cannot be underestimated." Prefect Wen sipped his tea, his lips curled up slightly, his eyes revealing a bit of calculation. "However, you should all understand that we can cooperate, not necessarily be hostile."

Feng Qingyang, head of the Breeze Hall in Lingyun Palace, sat nearby, his fingers gently caressing a small medicine bottle. The green liquid within shone faintly in the candlelight, possessing a deadly allure. He smiled faintly, his voice like a winter breeze, "Master Wen, the martial arts world is like medicine. You must clearly distinguish which medicines cure illnesses and which are fatal."

Prefect Wen's heart tightened. Though he maintained a smile, he felt as if the liquid in the medicine bottle could take his life at any moment. He masked his inner uneasiness and continued, "Master Qingyang, you're joking. Reclaiming this sect requires the combined efforts of multiple factions. A single faction alone wouldn't be able to achieve success."

Feng Qingyang's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through Prefect Wen's thoughts. He didn't say anything else, but gently set down the medicine bottle and turned to look at Yu Ruyan, who sat beside him. Yu Ruyan was the head of the Tingyu Pavilion in Lingyun Palace, responsible for the collection and sale of intelligence. She sat quietly, a faint smile on her face, as gentle as the rain, yet elusive. She didn't speak, but her presence already made people feel an invisible pressure.

"Lord Wen, if the information is wrong, do you know the consequences?" Yu Ruyan finally spoke, her voice soft but chilling.

Prefect Wen clenched his teacup and pretended to be calm: "Master Yu, you are worrying too much. The information is naturally foolproof."

Meanwhile, Xue Yinghan, the master of Yingxue Tower in Lingyun Hall, stood silently by. He was responsible for carrying out various tasks, his movements as swift and silent as snow. Whenever he appeared, things were always completed quickly and decisively. Today, he remained silent as always, his gaze scanning the room like a knife, as if ready to strike at any moment.

Ling Ruofeng, the resident of Meng Yinju, was a master in recruiting and nurturing talent. His gaze fell on Prefect Wen, a look of scrutiny and inquiry. He had always excelled at identifying and nurturing promising newcomers, and at this moment, he was assessing Prefect Wen's intentions. Was Prefect Wen truly worthy of cooperation? Ling Ruofeng pondered in his mind.

However, Lingyun Hall's most enigmatic figure, Hall Master Yun Ling, remained absent. This enigmatic figure, always masked, never revealed his true identity, and no one knew whether he was a man or a woman. Yun Ling's absence added a touch of unease to the meeting.

At this moment, light footsteps were heard at the door, and everyone's attention was instantly focused on the door. Several figures slowly walked into the hall. It was Xiaoyu, the leader of Qingyun Pavilion, and his subordinates.

Qingyun Pavilion, an organization with over twenty years of existence in the martial arts world, possesses immense influence and deep-rooted foundations. Its leader and wife possess unfathomable martial arts skills, having previously served as closed-door disciples of top sects. At this moment, Xiaoyu strode forward, his steps steady and imposing, his aura as oppressive as a mountain.

Prefect Wen hurriedly stood up to greet them, smiling flatteringly, "Everyone from Qingyun Pavilion, you've arrived just in time."

Xiao Yu smiled coldly, ignoring the enthusiasm of Prefect Wen. He simply said, "We of Qingyun Pavilion are taking action this time only to maintain order in the martial arts world. If Master Wen has other plans, don't blame us for being rude."

His tone was filled with disdain and warning. The hall instantly became quiet and the atmosphere was so tense that even the air seemed to freeze.

Madam Qing Zhu of Qingyun Pavilion had not yet appeared, but her name had already spread throughout the martial arts world. Her unique martial art, "Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens," resembled a phoenix spreading its wings, with such majestic power that countless people in the martial arts world admired her.

Behind Xiaoyu, several other hall masters entered the room: Tingfeng, the master of the Thunder Hall; Xinghe, the master of the Star Hall; and Youying, the master of the Nether Hall. Each of them was experienced and powerful, each shouldering important responsibilities. Tingfeng was responsible for transporting military supplies, ensuring the army had sufficient resources; Xinghe was in charge of purchasing materials, ensuring the army's daily supply; and Youying was responsible for recruiting talented personnel and gathering military intelligence, providing a steady stream of talent and intelligence support for Qingyun Pavilion. The presence of these three hall masters instilled a great sense of confidence and security in the crowd, like a reassurance, gradually relaxing their previously tense mood.

However, Xiaoyu's icy gaze continued to sweep across the crowd, lingering for a moment in particular on the leaders of Lingyun Hall, a hint of sharpness in his gaze. He whispered, "Everyone in Lingyun Hall, the situation in the martial arts world is uncertain right now. It's best to exercise caution and refrain from any rash actions." Though his words were quiet, they struck like a hammer through the hearts of the crowd, sending a chill down their spines. Xiaoyu's warning was not without purpose. He was well aware of the Lingyun Hall's influence within the martial arts world; any rash actions could lead to unnecessary trouble. Therefore, he hoped this warning would instill in the members of Lingyun Hall a sense of vigilance and refrain from rashly intervening in the conflicts of the martial arts world.

Feng Qingyang smiled calmly and said calmly, "Don't worry, Pavilion Master Xiao. Lingyun Palace has never fought with others. We are just waiting and watching the situation."

The atmosphere in the hall was once again tense. Qingyun Pavilion and Lingyun Hall, two powerful factions, faced off in this confined space. The slightest movement from either side could trigger a catastrophic upheaval. And Prefect Wen, the architect of this storm, a conspiracy seemed to be slowly taking shape in his eyes.