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

Chapter 127 Dream Soul Trapped

Magistrate Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the various martial arts sects before him. His tone was calm, yet within it was an undeniable sense of strength: "Master Yingxue Tower, you are mistaken. If it weren't for your stubborn obsession, the martial arts world would have been peaceful long ago. I'm merely concerned with the greater good; where does this leave me with ambition?"

Every word carried a hidden threat. With the entry of the two major forces, the Azure Sky Palace and the Scarlet Flame Hall, the air in the hall seemed to freeze. Almost everyone could feel the oppressive atmosphere like a storm about to erupt, ready to sweep away everything at any moment. And like the tip of an iceberg, the ambition and conspiracy of Prefect Wen were gradually revealed.

The disciples of Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion exchanged tense glances, clearly realizing the situation had rapidly shifted against them. Prefect Wen then began to laugh slowly, a deep, cold laugh that echoed through the hall, sending shivers down his spine.

"Everyone, there's no need to rush into action." He raised his hands, as if to calm the restless disciples, a calm smile still on his face. "Today is merely a sparring match between fellow martial artists. Since we're all working for the future of the martial arts world, why not sit down and have a good discussion? There's still a long way to go, why fight just now?"

Prefect Wen's words were understated, but everyone present could sense the calculation and conspiracy within him. His gaze was sharp, as cold as a venomous snake, as if he were calculating the value of each individual. The addition of the Azure Palace and the Scarlet Flame Hall emboldened him. The important leaders and pavilion masters of the martial arts world were absent, leaving only secondary figures, a situation Prefect Wen was perfectly placed to handle. He felt secretly pleased with himself, as the effects of the Dream Ghost's poison were already quietly taking hold. Wen Min was right; even a small dose of the Dream Ghost was enough to cause a person to lose their sense of self, completely oblivious to their judgment, and completely follow his commands for six hours. He could already sense the confusion in their eyes and the slowness of their movements; the poison was steadily taking effect.

Victory was assured. Prefect Wen secretly calculated that this game was almost certain to end. With the Biluo Palace, the Chiyan Hall, and the numerous smaller sects that had surrendered, his power was enough to overwhelm these unwilling opponents.

He waved his hand lightly and ordered coldly, "Action! Capture all the people from Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion and imprison them in the Lingyin Temple's Liuxuan Pagoda." As his order was issued, the surrounding crowd began to move. Drawing their swords, they ruthlessly advanced on the people from Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion.

The inhabitants of Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion felt their bodies grow heavy, their minds blurring. They realized they were poisoned, but it was too late. They tried to resist, but the poison's effects slowed their movements and made them weak. A bloody battle ensued, with swords clashing and blood splattering everywhere. Outnumbered and outmatched, the inhabitants of Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion were unable to withstand the enemy's attack.

Prefect Wen surveyed the chaotic scene before him and nodded with satisfaction. He knew this operation would be a crucial step in his quest to dominate the underworld. By controlling these opposition groups, he could consolidate his power and realize his ambitions. Prefect Wen observed all this with a cold, smug smile. He felt pleased; this arrest hadn't been difficult; Meng Youhun hadn't let him down. These self-proclaimed figures in the underworld were now under his control. Everything was going according to plan.

He looked at the disciples of Lingyun Palace and Qingyun Pavilion being escorted away with satisfaction, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes, but his thoughts unconsciously drifted to another worry.

"That girl Wen Min..." Prefect Wen sighed inwardly. Although his daughter had played a significant role in the Dream Ghost's plan, her emotional stubbornness was a real headache for him. She was determined to marry Shen Kang, a simple scholar and the husband of another family. Despite Wen Min's repeated attempts to drug Shen Kang and force him to divorce his wife, Shen Kang remained unmoved, a loyalty that infuriated Prefect Wen.

Prefect Wen's brow furrowed unconsciously. The Shen Kang family was always a problem. Wen Min refused to give up, even planning to use the Dream Ghost to completely control him and force him to become a son-in-law of the Wen family. "You blockhead, let's see where you can escape this time?" At this thought, a fierce glint flashed in Prefect Wen's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

Wen Min's plan made him feel satisfied. She decided to use the Dream Ghost to deal with Shen Kang and his family when they arrived. This time, she would definitely be able to completely control Shen Kang, leaving him with no power to break free and become the son-in-law of the Wen family.

"Capturing these jianghu sects is a minor matter; the real key lies in Shen Kang," Prefect Wen thought to himself. If Shen Kang became Wen's son-in-law, Wen Min would be completely free of her emotional woes, and Shen Kang would never again resist. Under the control of the Dream Ghost, the other jianghu factions would also succumb, making his plan impenetrable.

At this thought, Prefect Wen couldn't help but smile even more deeply. This victory not only marked his control of the Jianghu, but also laid the foundation for the future of the Wen family. Whether it was power in the Jianghu or the Wen family's fortune, everything would steadily advance as he wished. He felt elated, the thrill of victory spreading within him, as if the entire Jianghu had fallen under his control.

At this moment, among the disciples being escorted away from Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion, several resolute ones sensed something was amiss. Though their consciousness was already hazy, a wisp of sanity still clung to them. While the Dream Ghost's power was potent, it wasn't invulnerable...