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Chapter 133 The Judgment of Jianghu

Outside the Lingyin Temple meeting hall, the autumn wind blew, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn as the various martial arts sects gathered. Ji Yun stood on the high platform of Lingyin Temple, looking down at the martial arts crowd below, his heart swirling with mixed emotions. He sensed the expectations and doubts of the crowd, and understood that he now shouldered the heavy responsibility of the entire martial arts world.

"Today, all of you have gathered here to conduct a solemn trial of the conspiracy of Prefect Wen and the Ghost Shadow Sect!" Ji Yun's voice resounded like a resounding bell, resonating with determination and force. He gripped his sword tightly, its gleaming light like the glittering stars in the night sky, echoing the rock-hard resolve within him. Beside him, Gu Yazhu, like a tranquil and elegant orchid, stood quietly behind him, her gaze firm, silently supporting Ji Yun. She knew this wasn't just a trial of their enemies; it was a crucial decision for the future of Qingyun Pavilion.

In the crowd, the leaders and disciples of various sects whispered to each other, revealing their mixed feelings towards Qingyun Pavilion. Some admired Ji Yun highly, viewing him as a true hero; others were apprehensive, worried that Qingyun Pavilion's tough measures might stir up even greater unrest.

Prefect Wen was escorted to the stage like a lost dog, his face pale as paper, his expression dazed and dazed. Despite being deeply controlled by the crowd, a lingering resentment lingered within him. He struggled to break free, muttering, "How could you treat me like this? I'm the Prefect of Nanyang during the Tianqi Dynasty. I have my rights!" A cold smile played across Ji Yun's lips, like the moon on a chilly night: "Your power has long been betrayed by yourself, Prefect Wen.

Today, you will surely reap the consequences of your own schemes. The surrounding gangsters gathered around him like a tide, their gazes like burning flames, fixed intently on Prefect Wen, eagerly awaiting his defense and rebuttal. However, Prefect Wen's eyes were filled with fear and despair, his heart as clear as a mirror, knowing full well that he had no way out.

"Everyone, please listen to me!" Prefect Wen raised his hands in panic, his voice trembling like a candle in the wind. "I admit that I have some cooperation with the Ghost Shadow Sect, but it was all under duress! I am like a fallen leaf in the wind, with nowhere to escape. I am just a poor prefect who was forced into a corner!"

"Everything you've done is the result of your greed and selfishness!" Master Xuankong stepped forward steadily, his face as cold as ice, his eyes gleaming with a trace of compassion yet a rock-hard steadiness. "Even if you were forced to do so, you chose the wrong path of no return. You've plunged the entire martial arts world into dire straits. Don't you understand the gravity of this?"

Prefect Wen's face turned as pale as death. His heart was filled with fear, yet he still struggled vainly for a glimmer of hope. "I am willing to pay compensation and submit to Qingyun Pavilion. I only ask that you show mercy and let me go!"

Ji Yun shook his head, pointing the sword in his hand straight at Prefect Wen. His voice was as cold as frost and snow on a cold night: "You want to evade responsibility? This conspiracy is no longer just your business. The shadow of the Ghost Shadow Sect is like a huge black net, covering the entire martial arts world. We must not allow such a danger to continue!"

The leaders of the sects in the crowd nodded in agreement. The justice of the martial arts world was as unshakable as Mount Tai. Magistrate Wen's actions had already touched the bottom line of every upright sect.

Prefect Wen felt the overwhelming pressure from the crowd and tried to calm himself, but the fear within him surged like a surging tide. His gaze darted around, as if searching for a glimmer of hope in the darkness, but he saw none.

At this moment, a man in black suddenly emerged from the crowd and rushed towards Ji Yun, brandishing a hidden weapon. Everyone exclaimed in surprise, immediately alerted, and drew their swords to fight.

"Protect the Pavilion Master!" Gu Yazhu reacted like a whirlwind, drawing her sword and holding it before Ji Yun like a shield. Ji Yun also reacted with lightning speed, flicking his wrist and sending his sword blazing like lightning, piercing the attacker. The man in black moved with ghostly agility, seemingly meticulously honed and trained. His movements were nimble and swift, like a cheetah hunting its prey.

Ji Yun fought with him, swords flashed and his momentum was like a rainbow piercing the sun. The surrounding martial arts masters rushed up like a tide and started a fierce battle with the man in black. Seeing this, Wen Zhifu was shocked and took the opportunity to escape from the chaotic scene like a frightened rabbit. However, his little tricks could not escape Ji Yun's sharp eyes.

Ji Yun said coldly, "You want to escape? You won't escape this responsibility today!" Amidst the chaos, the man in black was being besieged and retreated like a candle in the wind. With a roar, he took off like a roc, as if looking for an opportunity to break free from the encirclement. Ji Yun felt the crisis approaching like a mountain crushing an egg. He immediately gathered all his strength and with a flash of sword light, like a meteor streaking across the sky, tried to subdue the opponent.

The man in black's eyes flashed with despair. He knew that he was like a fish on a chopping block, bound to fail. However, a venomous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered, "Do you think this can stop the Ghost Shadow Sect's conspiracy? The real fear has just begun!" His voice was like a bombshell dropped in everyone's heart.