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

Chapter 128 Undercurrent

Night fell quietly, and a chill wind began to pick up outside Lingyin Temple, as if preluding the impending storm. The cold wind mingled with the low hum of the forest, as if the entire world was uneasy about what was about to happen. Within the Six Profound Pagoda, the disciples of Lingyun Hall and Qingyun Pavilion were imprisoned one by one. The poison of the Dream Ghost had penetrated their veins, leaving their eyes hollow and lifeless, as if they had lost their sense of self. A faint light streamed down from the tower's apocalypse, illuminating the exhausted faces of the crowds. The air was thick with an air of oppression and despair.

Outside the tower, Prefect Wen stood leisurely in the pavilion of Lingyin Temple, gazing at the tower from afar, a smug smile playing on his lips. A gentle breeze blew the hem of his robe, and he tilted his head slightly, as if savoring the joy of victory.

Prefect Wen was certain that the fate of the Jianghu was firmly in his hands, and those who still resisted were merely struggling in vain. He secretly calculated that the Shen Kang family would surely arrive here tomorrow as he had planned, and by then, he would have complete control over the Shen family.

When he thought of the Shen family's huge assets, especially the wealthy Taoyuan Villa on the outskirts of Nanyang Prefecture, Governor Wen's eyes flashed with greed and a smile grew on his face.

Taoyuan Villa is one of Nanyang Prefecture's most precious treasures, and its existence holds immense significance for the entire prefecture. Not only does the villa boast vast expanses of land, but it also produces a vast amount of grain annually, enough to feed the entire prefecture's inhabitants. This makes Taoyuan Villa a highly coveted treasure.

Prefect Wen was well aware of the villa's value, and he was secretly proud of it. He imagined that when the Shen Kang family fell into despair, they would be attracted to the villa and eventually be completely captured by it. And once they successfully captured the Shen Kang family, the villa would naturally fall into the hands of the Wen family. Thinking of this, Prefect Wen couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

As time went on, Prefect Wen became convinced that he would eventually gain complete control of Nanyang Prefecture. He firmly believed that he could control the city and make it prosperous. Now, the emergence of Taoyuan Villa undoubtedly gave him a perfect opportunity to realize his ambitions.

With a bright vision of the future in mind, Magistrate Wen returned to his room in a joyful mood. He lay down on his bed, a satisfied smile on his face, and soon fell asleep. In his dream, he saw himself at the pinnacle of power, enjoying endless glory and wealth.

However, beneath the mountainside of Lingyin Temple, an undercurrent was quietly stirring. The Ji Yun family was no longer isolated and helpless; in fact, they had long foreseen Prefect Wen's plot and had prepared for it. At this moment, the Ji Yun family was ensconced in an unassuming farmer's home at the foot of the mountain. The courtyard was peaceful and tranquil, enveloped in the tranquil night, broken only by the occasional barking of a dog.

Ji Yun stood quietly outside, gazing up at the dimly lit Lingyin Temple in the distance, his eyes awash in thought. Gu Yazhu then glided over to his side and softly asked, "Are you worried about tomorrow's plans?" Ji Yun shook his head slightly, then replied firmly, "I'm not worried, but Magistrate Wen's methods are far more cunning and treacherous than we imagined. Therefore, we must proceed with caution and meticulously plan every step to ensure success."

At this moment, the Ji Yun family not only brought their twin sons, Ji Junche and Gu Yichen, but also their four incredibly loyal personal guards: Tang Ling, Tang Yi, Mo Yan, and Mo Xian. Gu Yazhu also had two highly skilled personal maids, Fu Dong and Si Qin, who unwaveringly protected her. At this moment, all of them quietly lurked in the shadows, awaiting tomorrow's action.

In another village near Lingyin Temple, the Ghost Shadow Sect's members were equally active. Several of the sect's leaders—Ghost Soul, Ghost Hao, and Ghost Ming—were quietly lurking there with their subordinates. Their purpose was to monitor the effects of Prefect Wen and Dream Ghost. They knew full well that this partnership with the Wen Mansion was both a gamble and a calculated scheme. If Prefect Wen gained control of more martial arts sects, the Ghost Shadow Sect would naturally profit.

"The Dream Ghost provided by Wen Min seems to be quite effective." Gui Hao stood at the village entrance, gazing towards Lingyin Temple from afar, his tone tinged with disdain. "However, the situation in the martial arts world is ever-changing. Who can be sure?"

The ghost sneered: "No matter what the situation is, as long as there is profit, the Ghost Shadow Sect will naturally intervene. The Wen Mansion is just a pawn, and we are the ones manipulating the situation."

Gui Ming remained silent, but he had already made plans in his mind. For them, whether the Wen family succeeded or failed was just a part of the turmoil in the martial arts world. What they had to do was to continuously gain benefits from this game.

That night, the area surrounding Lingyin Temple was destined to remain sleepless. Various forces were secretly surging. Prefect Wen, convinced he had victory, was unaware that a storm had already been brewing in the darkness. Meanwhile, Ji Yun's family and the members of the Ghost Shadow Sect, each harboring their own thoughts, silently awaited the dawn of this turbulent night.

At dawn, the world of martial arts will be in turmoil again.