Rebirth of the Innkeeper's Wife: She's Not to Be Messed With

Chapter 108 Arrested and Imprisoned

The phantom immediately retaliated, unleashing black energy from its palms, which Huan Yuechu quickly dodged.

Seeing this, Xu Yan and Wen Xingyu immediately attacked from both sides.

Xu Yan's sword gleamed coldly, while Wen Xingyu continued to harass her opponent.

The illusory figure swayed, easily dodging the attacks of the two, and even kicked Wen Xingyu, sending her flying backward.

Huan Yuechu was anxious and quickly formed hand seals, causing the Five Elemental Pearls to shine brightly once again.

A beam of seven-colored light shot towards the phantom, which crossed its arms to block it.

Taking advantage of this opening, Xu Yan thrust her sword again.

Enraged, the phantom shot out two dark beams of light from its eyes, striking Xu Yan and causing her to fall to the ground injured.

Huan Yuechu came to their side and fed them healing pills.

At this moment, the phantom began to unleash its ultimate move, with the power from the dark magic circle continuously surging towards it.

Huan Yuechu gritted her teeth and stood up, deciding to take a desperate gamble.

She poured all her spiritual power into the Five Elemental Pearls, which flew into the air and began to spin, releasing an extremely bright light. Finally, the light transformed into a giant dragon that rushed towards the phantom.

The giant dragon bared its fangs and claws as it lunged at the phantom. The phantom's expression was solemn as it rapidly formed hand seals, and dark power condensed into a massive shield in front of it.

The dragon crashed into the shield with a deafening roar, causing light and darkness to collide and distort the surrounding space.

After a brief stalemate, the dragon gradually exhausted itself, and the Five Elemental Pearls dimmed and flew back into Huan Yuechu's hand.

Huan Yuechu's once fair and snow-white face was now as pale as a sheet of paper. Her body trembled, swaying precariously like a candle in the wind, barely able to stand.

Meanwhile, the mysterious phantom was also in bad shape.

A trickle of black blood slowly flowed from the corner of its mouth, its eerie color contrasting sharply with the surrounding environment.

Despite the pain, the phantom forced itself to let out a chilling laugh.

"Hmph! You think you can defeat me with your paltry tricks? You're just delusional!"

Before the words were finished, the phantom struggled to support its body and then approached Huan Yuechu and the others step by step with slow but firm steps.

Faced with a formidable enemy closing in, Huan Yuechu knew that this was a critical moment of life and death.

Left with no other choice, she had to make an extremely dangerous decision—to use that powerful, forbidden spell.

So she closed her eyes tightly, shutting out all external distractions, and focused all her attention on her body.

Immediately afterwards, she began to mobilize the last bit of spiritual energy left in her body and carefully guided it to flow along specific meridians.

As spiritual energy flowed, a powerful force gradually condensed around her.

But at the same time, her body was under tremendous pressure, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

She knew that if she used the forbidden technique, she would suffer a great backlash, but at this moment she had no other choice.

Huan Yuechu chanted an ancient and obscure incantation. Her hair moved without wind, and after her meridians had circulated once, strange runes appeared around her body.

Xu Yan and Wen Xingyu looked at her with concern, but were powerless to stop her.

Huan Yuechu raised her hands, and a golden light surged from her palms, within which the outline of a mysterious creature could be faintly seen.

Upon seeing this scene, a hint of panic flashed in the phantom's eyes for the first time.

The golden light rushed toward the phantom at an extremely fast speed, and the dark auras in its path all gave way.

The phantom resisted with all its might, and dark power surged out like ink, but the golden light still broke through its defenses and pierced through its body.

The phantom's eyes widened, and it knelt down in disbelief.

Huan Yuechu also suffered a backlash from the forbidden technique, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground.

Xu Yan and Wen Xingyu quickly helped her up.

The phantom, clinging to its last breath, forcefully crushed the space-time in its hand, a sinister smile playing on its lips. "You forced me to do this."

"not good"

Just then, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by a sudden commotion.

The sound grew louder as it approached, like a storm sweeping in.

Hearing the commotion, Huan Yuechu, who was lying in bed, frowned slightly and wondered to herself, "What on earth is going on? Why is it so noisy?"

After taking a closer look at the surroundings, I couldn't help but wonder, "Where am I?"

She turned to look at the two people sleeping beside her, and quickly got out of bed to pat them.

Huan Yuechu shouted, "Wake up, something's not right here."

Xu Yan and Wen Xingyu woke up groggily.

The three looked around and found themselves in an old inn room.

The tables and chairs were old and worn, and the paper windows had several holes in them.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a group of men who looked like soldiers rushed in. The leader shouted, "Someone reported that there are evil spirits hiding here. Come with us!"

Huan Yuechu frowned, just about to fight back, but instantly realized that the spiritual power in her body had become extremely weak.

Huan Yuechu hurriedly examined her body and found that the backlash from the forbidden technique had greatly reduced her originally powerful strength, making it difficult for her to even stand up.

Xu Yan and Wen Xingyu were in no better condition. Their faces were as pale as paper, and they were swaying precariously, clearly having suffered considerable injuries and greatly reduced their fighting ability.

Faced with such an unfavorable situation, the three exchanged glances, their hearts filled with helplessness.

Forcing a resistance now would likely only bring more trouble and could even endanger their lives.

After weighing the pros and cons, they ultimately decided to temporarily follow the other party's arrangements.

And so, the group slowly walked toward the county government office.

Before long, they arrived at the main hall of the yamen.

The magistrate was sitting upright above, his face full of majesty.

He slammed his gavel down and shouted, "You audacious vixen! How dare you stir up trouble and commit evil deeds within the territory of this county! You have absolutely no regard for the law!"

Huan Yuechu took a deep breath, enduring her physical discomfort, took a step forward, and bowed respectfully.

"Your Excellency, please understand! We are not some kind of witch or evil spirit, but disciples from a righteous sect. We have come here to eliminate the demons that are afflicting the people and restore peace to this area."

However, the magistrate remained unmoved, a slight sneer curling his lips.

"Hmph! Stop with your clever words and sophistry. The evidence is overwhelming; how can you deny it? Guards, immediately take these madmen to the jail to await their fate!"

At the magistrate's command, a group of fierce constables rushed forward and, without saying a word, bound Huan Yuechu and the others tightly, then forcibly pushed them toward the prison.

The three of them were like weak willows swaying in the wind, utterly powerless against the enemy's oppression and restraint, unable to mount any effective resistance.

They could only be manipulated by the other party, and were helplessly escorted to that gloomy and terrifying prison.

Finally, they arrived at their destination—the prison.

The jailer, with his ferocious and menacing face, suddenly shoved him.