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Chapter 126 The plan is immediately taken

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely oppressive. Qingyun Pavilion and Lingyun Hall, two renowned sects in the martial arts world, stood behind the Hall Master and the Tower Master. Each disciple of Lingyun Hall, their weapons tightly gripped, their eyes stern and murderous, radiating a murderous aura. The disciples of Qingyun Pavilion were equally unyielding, their eyes blazing as if ready for a fierce fight.

Amidst this tense confrontation, Prefect Wen, standing in the center of the hall, became the center of attention. His slender figure and composed demeanor seemed to possess everything under control. Prefect Wen's lips curled slightly, and an elusive, cold glint flickered in his eyes. Few knew that he had already laid a tight net; he was the architect of this storm.

The atmosphere in the hall was suffocatingly tense, the air seemingly frozen in the murderous aura of the crowd. Even the smallest details became extremely sensitive. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the other, and the slightest movement from either side could trigger a bloody conflict.

At that moment, a cool breeze suddenly drifted in from the doorway, the only solace in the turbulent atmosphere. Everyone looked out of the hall, only to see several ethereal figures in the distance, silently approaching like ghosts. Then, several graceful green shadows, like willow catkins, floated down to the hall's entrance. The disciples of the Biluo Palace had arrived.

The Biluo Palace, a mysterious sect in the Jianghu, is renowned for its qinggong (light kung fu) and swordsmanship. Their disciples maintain a low profile and are adept at concealing their presence, yet whenever they appear on the battlefield, they invariably unleash a storm of swords. At this moment, the Biluo Palace's senior disciple stood before the crowd, clad in a cyan robe, his sword unsheathed at his waist. Yet, his fierce aura already inspired awe.

Everyone in the hall turned their gazes on the senior disciple. His expression was impassive, devoid of any emotion. He scanned the situation coldly, a flicker of pride in his eyes, as if he had taken in all the fighting, yet cared little. He spoke slowly, his voice icy, "I have come to the Biluo Palace today at the invitation of Prefect Wen, not to fight, but to witness the turmoil of the martial arts world."

His voice, though quiet, reverberated through the hall, like a chill wind brushing through everyone's heart. Upon hearing this, the expressions of the disciples from Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion changed. The presence of Biluo Palace undoubtedly complicated their already tense confrontation.

However, the arrival of the Biluo Palace was only the tip of the iceberg. In an instant, the entire ground began to tremble slightly, and a scorching air current surged in from outside. In the blink of an eye, flames erupted outside the hall, and disciples of the Red Flame Hall filed in. Clad in dazzling crimson robes, they seemed to be emanating from blazing flames, each emanating a scorching aura. Their entrance was like a volcanic eruption, instantly escalating the tension in the hall to a fever pitch.

The leader of the Red Flame Hall was a towering figure, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's. He carried a blazing flaming sword on his back, its hilt gleaming with a dazzling red light. His presence was like an insurmountable mountain, a formidable presence. The Red Flame Hall, a sect renowned for its powerful fire-based martial arts, possessed unparalleled control over flames, wielding unparalleled destructive power in battle. Facing them, any enemy became utterly fragile, like a piece of paper vulnerable to a single blow.

The senior disciple of the Red Flame Hall scanned the room with a hawk-like gaze, his tone filled with an undeniable sense of pressure. "We at the Red Flame Hall never interfere in disputes within the martial arts world, but since Magistrate Wen has invited us, we might as well come and see just how capable these self-proclaimed righteous sects are."

The arrival of the Red Flame Hall intensified the already tense atmosphere. The disciples of Qingyun Pavilion and Lingyun Hall hesitated for a moment, clearly unwilling to face these two formidable foes simultaneously. The ruthless swordsmanship of the Biluo Palace and the fiery fire attacks of the Red Flame Hall—one cold, one hot, one hard, one soft—combined forces forced anyone to think twice before taking action.

Prefect Wen stood aside, watching with a cold smile, his face growing ever more pronounced. His plan had taken shape—to leverage the power of the Biluo Palace and the Chiyan Hall to suppress the Qingyun Pavilion and the Lingyun Hall. These two sects, both righteous and treacherous, were not only formidable but also held significant influence in the martial arts world. Prefect Wen was no longer the obscure local official; he was leveraging the influence of these powerful figures to pave a path to the pinnacle of power.

"Prefect Wen, what are your plans for today's feast?" The head of the Qingyun Pavilion, Xiaoyu Hall, finally broke the silence and spoke coldly. His voice carried a hint of questioning and disdain, but in the face of the pressure from the Biluo Palace and the Chiyan Hall, a hint of fear also appeared.

Prefect Wen smiled, a cunning glint in his eyes, and said slowly, "Master Xiaoyu, why are you so anxious? This prefecture is hosting this banquet today simply because we hope to discuss the major issues of the martial arts world with you and find a solution together."

Although his tone was gentle, the deep meaning contained within it made people wary. The head of the Xiaoyu Hall frowned and sneered, "Hmph! Prefect Wen, stop being so hypocritical. Do you think we don't know what you're thinking? You're clearly trying to use this opportunity to weaken our various factions so you can dominate the world."

Hearing this, several other hall masters also echoed: "That's right! Prefect Wen, don't think we will be fooled so easily. We will not let you manipulate us."

However, Prefect Wen remained unmoved. He shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "My fellow hall masters have misunderstood. This is not my intention. I simply hope to maintain peace and stability in the martial arts world, so that the people of the martial arts world can live and work in peace and contentment."

"Haha! That's a nice thing to say!" The Yingxue Tower Master of Lingyun Palace sneered, his eyes sharp as knives. "Prefect Wen, don't forget that the Jianghu is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Only the strong can survive. Your desire to maintain peace is simply wishful thinking."

Prefect Wen's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Master Yingxue Tower, this prefecture understands the harsh reality of the martial arts world. But precisely because of this, this prefecture prefers to resolve the issue peacefully, rather than through relentless killing and fighting, which will only implicate more innocent people."

At this moment, the Palace Master of the Biluo Palace suddenly interrupted, "Prefect Wen, you sound so easy. But achieving peace is easier said than done. The conflicts between our major factions are long-standing. How can they be resolved with just a few words?"

Prefect Wen nodded and conceded, "The Palace Master of Biluo Palace is absolutely right. However, this prefecture believes that as long as everyone is sincere and willing to sit down and negotiate, we will eventually find a suitable solution. After all, we are all members of the martial arts world, and we all share the same goal—to make it a better place."

After saying this, he looked around and said with a firm gaze, "My fellow hall masters, I believe that you are all intelligent people and should know how to make the right choice. Let us work together to create a bright future for the martial arts world!"