Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 125: The FuseMansion of Myriad Flowers was always bustling.

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: The FuseMansion of Myriad Flowers was always bustling.

It was filled with countless beauties exuding different charms, drawing patrons night after night.

Tonight, however, the brothel was even livelier than usual. Yet, the madam’s makeup-laden face no longer held its usual flirtatious and ambiguous smile. Instead, it was etched with panic.

A large contingent of people from both the Overseas Hundred Alliances and Turtle Rock Ridge had arrived at the Mansion of Myriad Flowers almost simultaneously.

Following closely behind them were representatives of the Eastern and Western Factories—imperial agencies notorious for their ruthless methods.

The Factories’ Influence

The Eastern Factory had been established first, employing numerous Sorcery experts adept at infiltrating the homes of officials to gather intelligence.

Their name struck fear into the hearts of high-ranking ministers.

To counterbalance the Eastern Factory, the Western Factory was later established. It was led by eunuchs and recruited even more formidable Sorcery artists, many of whom were former bandits from the Sorcery world. These individuals used their skills to oppress and intimidate on behalf of the factory.

In smaller counties, maintaining law and order usually fell to local constables and minor officials.

But Great Plain City was a different beast altogether—a den of powerful dragons and vile creatures, a volatile mix of the righteous and the corrupt. To monitor and manage such a place, only the brutal agents of the Eastern and Western Factories could maintain control.

Their presence here now signaled the seriousness of the situation.

The Crime Scene

The murder of Bobby, with Ghost Blade identified as the killer, had stirred up a storm. Witnesses and evidence pointed to Ghost Blade, and the incident had escalated beyond expectations.

Amid the current tense atmosphere in the city, where major factions were secretly preparing for conflict, Ghost Blade’s actions—killing the brother of Garfield, a high-ranking Turtle Rock Ridge leader—seemed to suggest that the Overseas Hundred Alliances were ready to make their move.

"I didn’t kill him! It wasn’t me! This is a setup, a frame-up! And those Turtle Rock Ridge people used their Turtle-Snake Harmony Powder on me!"

Ghost kept his head bowed, explaining himself to a green-robed man wearing a square hat and sporting a mustache.

This man was none other than Ramond, the current leader of the Blood Blade Clan’s operations in Great Plain City. His cultivation at the peak of the late-stage Magus refinement rivaled that of the top twenty disciples of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

Behind Ramond stood a large group of Blood Blade Clan members, each gripping their weapon hilts tightly, their expressions grim and tense.

Confrontation

"Ramond, you’ve seen the situation for yourself. Hand over this guy, and we’ll consider this a misunderstanding," a booming voice demanded.

The speaker was a hulking, gorilla-like man with rough, sandpaper-textured skin, a thick beard, and bulging muscles radiating explosive power. His eyes shone like copper bells, and his mere presence was oppressive.

Surrounding him were a group of men wearing unified black attire, their chests embroidered with the Turtle Rock Ridge insignia.

"This Blood Fragrance poison found in Bobby’s body is unmistakable," the gorilla-like man continued. "And let’s not forget the clean, decisive cuts—especially the one that split the woman’s head from skull to chin. Who else but this guy has such a twisted preference?"

Ramond’s Response

"Bearman," Ramond replied coldly, using the man’s nickname, "we’re not naive newcomers to the Sorcery. This is clearly a setup designed to pit our factions against each other."

His gaze flitted over the poisoned, disfigured corpses on the ground, his tone as icy as frost. "The Blood Blade Clan will not hand over our man. Take that message back to Rowan. If he wants war over this, the Hundred Alliances will not shy away."

Ramond turned sharply, his voice brimming with cold finality, and walked away with his entourage.

The Imperial Factory Observes

"Hahaha, if you two factions insist on fighting, I, Silas, only ask that you don’t disrupt the city’s peace. Please, show some restraint," a high-pitched voice interjected from below.

The voice was unnervingly soft, like the sigh of a young girl, but it came from an elderly man in a wolf-embroidered robe.

This man, Silas, had snowy white hair, strikingly bright eyes, and unnaturally red lips. His pale, powdered skin gave him an eerie, doll-like appearance. He sat in the brothel’s lobby, draped in a black cloak with a high crown.

Opposite him sat another figure, his bronze skin and eagle-embroidered robe radiating an unyielding aura.

This was Victor, another commander of the factories, whose piercing eyes felt like blades pressing against the throats of everyone they landed on. Even when silent, his gaze conveyed his power.

Both men were commanders (百户) stationed in Great Plain City, each commanding a hundred elite agents. Around them stood twenty or thirty well-trained subordinates, their sharp eyes scanning the room. Each wore robes embroidered with either wolves or eagles and carried the deadly Xiu Chun Blades at their sides.

Dawn Breaks

Outside, the first rays of light pierced the horizon.

In the workers’ shelter, Aizen leaned against a pillar in the corner, exhaling comfortably. He had rested well and was satisfied with the chaos he had orchestrated.

The elaborate play he had set into motion last night was bound to test the patience of his adversaries.

Surprisingly, the two major factions had shown more restraint than he expected, continuing to hold each other in check even after splitting the Heavenly Demon Clan’s resources.

Still, Aizen wasn’t worried. If one spark wasn’t enough to ignite the fire, he had more tricks up his sleeve.

"Sometimes one fire isn’t enough," he thought, a faint smile forming. "If necessary, I’ll light two, three, or as many as it takes to plunge Great Plain City into chaos."

Preparing for the Next Step

Checking his internal state, Aizen noted his progress: his Foot Channel was now partially open, with fifty-six acupoints unlocked in total. He estimated that once the second meridian was fully opened, progressing to the third would present significant challenges.

At his current cultivation—twenty years of internal energy—he could rival top-tier late-stage magus body refining stage Sorcery warriors. However, against those at the peak of the Houtian realm, his advantage was minimal.

"Opening more than a hundred acupoints will take far greater energy," he mused. "The Star Absorption Technique will have to be utilized."

Having fully refined the foreign energy within him, Aizen was ready to replenish his reserves.

The Day Begins

"Get up! Get moving! Time to work!"

A coarse voice barked from outside as the sky brightened. The sound of crashing waves mingled with the cold sea breeze.

Workers stirred from their straw mats, some rubbing their hands against the cold morning air.

Aizen secured his narrow blade at his waist, stood up, and stepped out of the shelter, ready for the day ahead.