Chapter 106 The Beauty List is Truly Incredible (Start reading from this chapter again)

When the meeting at the Prefectural Governors Mansion ended, Hong Wei returned to the Six Doors.

Returning with him was the Four Seas Pavilion's Young Miss Zhao Si.

Many people did not understand why the Four Seas Pavilion had such a close relationship with the Six Doors.

In reality, it was because of Young Miss Zhao Si.

The Zhao Family she belonged to was one of the three great families of the Six Doors.

Although she had not joined the Six Doors, she had established the Four Seas Pavilion in the land of Cangzhou Prefecture, and much of the intelligence was shared with the Six Doors.

Young Miss Zhao Si's real name was Zhao Jiyao. Because she ranked fourth among the Grandmaster positions in the Family, everyone called her Zhao Si.

Zhao Jiyao was dressed as a man year-round, holding a folding fan, wearing white robes and a headband. Coupled with her heroic appearance, at a glance, she looked just like a noble Young Master.

Her personality was also similar to a man's.

Having left the capital for over ten years to come to Cangzhou Prefecture, it was solely to accomplish something great, to prove herself to those old fogies in the Family.

Who said women are inferior to men?

Hong Wei and his companion entered the main hall, where the plaque "Bright Mirror Hanging High" hung, and took their separate seats.

Young Miss Zhao Si spoke first: "Sima Yutang will certainly take this opportunity to make our two factions contribute more manpower, all to weaken our strength!"

Hong Wei nodded; he had already thought of this.

"But this time might actually be an opportunity!"

"Oh? How so?"

Young Miss Zhao Si looked at Hong Wei.

Hong Wei smiled smugly, "With the rebellion in Liangzhou Prefecture, we can submit a memorial requesting that old fogey Sima Tao be transferred away!"

"Besides, he's about to die of old age anyway; it's the perfect time for him to use up his remaining energy!"

"As long as Sima Tao isn't here, how can Sima Yutang alone manage the mess at the Prefectural Governors Mansion?"

Young Miss Zhao Si's beautiful eyes lit up, "That's a good idea!"

"However... might Sima Yutang use the same method? After all, he has always wanted to get rid of you!"

Hong Wei already had a plan and smiled:

"There is a Saber Demon causing chaos in Cangzhou Prefecture. If we leave him unchecked, in time, he could very well be the next Heavenly King Xue!"

"I have received a secret order from the Empress Dowager to send Monk Xinyong to recruit Yan Chu. If the recruitment is successful, I will have him play along with us in a show, letting him continue to stir up trouble in the Jianghu, so I can use the pretext of suppressing him to remain in Cangzhou Prefecture."

"Suppressing the Jianghu is the duty of the Six Doors!"

"As long as Yan Chu continues to cause chaos in Cangzhou Prefecture, the Imperial Court will not move me from my position!"

Zhao Jiyao opened her folding fan, fanned herself, and laughed lightly:

"It seems you already have a plan, so I need not worry unnecessarily!"

"However, there has been no news from Monk Xinyong these past two days. Do you know where he has gone?"

Hong Wei shook his head,

"After he left Mang Prefecture three days ago, I don't know where he went."

"If this lecherous monk dares to ruin my plans, I will skin him alive!"

"In that case..."

Young Miss Zhao Si said: "Since Yan Chu has some connection with my Four Seas Pavilion, why don't I make a trip and pass a message for you."

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Watching the woman surnamed Zhu from the Wind Listening Pavilion depart, Yan Chu toyed with the token in his hand and chuckled.

There were still over three thousand li to go on this trip to Tianshui Prefecture.

Once they reached a place called Ox Horn Ridge, Yan Chu would part ways with the people from the Raging Flood Dragon Gang, and then he and Ma Qingzong would hide their identities and enter Tianshui Prefecture.

After all, with his current reputation, his mere appearance would cause a huge uproar.

When obtaining the Yin Ming Cult's Cultivation Technique, it was best to keep a low profile.

Yan Chu sat on the top floor of the cabin, watching the rushing river water flow away through the window, with green mountains looming on both banks and thin mist swirling.

Sitting here, he could hear the gang members joking with each other on the deck, and the rhythmic sound of rowing and long oars striking the river water from the bottom of the cabin.

Further away, he could hear the cries of apes and the roars of tigers. The river wind blew across the hull, pushing the sails to bulge and blowing into the room.

The Fierce Tiger King, lying in the room, had its black fur blown upright, so it changed to a more comfortable position to lie down.

Fierce Tiger King was the new name Yan Chu had given this ferocious tiger.

Such a domineering and mighty title, and this intelligent exotic tiger had accepted it with great joy.

The river wind was slightly cool, and Yan Chu's state of mind became peaceful.

He had not drawn his saber in all these days.

He could vaguely feel that his Dao of the saber Realm was undergoing some kind of transformation.

After Saber Intent reached Perfection, the next Realm of the saber Dao was the Realm of the Wooden Saber.

That is, even if one casually picked up a tree branch, one could unleash the power of a Sharp Weapon, no longer constrained to a specific blade.

In the round moon scimitar, Ding Peng eventually reached this Realm.

Using a saber made of wood, he defeated Liu Ruosong, who possessed the round moon scimitar.

Unfortunately, limited by the constraints of the round moon scimitar world, although Ding Peng's saber Dao Realm was high, he could not unleash power like Yan Chu's.

Yan Chu did not draw his saber now.

But when he draws his saber next time, it will surely be earth-shattering.

Knock, knock, knock!

At this moment, the room door was suddenly knocked.

"Enter!"

A member of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang walked into the room, carrying a tray of fresh fruits, and said respectfully:

"My Lord, this is what the leader ordered me to bring up!"

"Mm, put it there!"

Yan Chu nodded.

The gang member respectfully set down the tray, cast a look of admiration at Yan Chu's back, and carefully backed out of the room.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as he was about to close the door, he was suddenly called out by Yan Chu.

Yan Chu's eyes, bright as the stars, looked over, and he said expressionlessly:

"Who are you?"

This person was startled and hurriedly said: "This humble one is Wu Zhong'er, a subordinate of Boss Luo of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang. I don't know, My Lord..."

Yan Chu shook his head, "Overestimating yourself!"

As the words fell, the pressure of a Grandmaster descended. He raised his hand to draw the person in, and amidst the gang member's terrified screams, the person was pulled into his palm, his neck gripped tightly.

Although this gang member appeared to have rough, dark, and sallow skin, when his neck was gripped in Yan Chu's hand, it felt soft, smooth, and warm to the touch.

Yan Chu chuckled and said:

"The Raging Flood Dragon Gang produces talented people. Even a sailor's skin is this soft and smooth, like congealed fat. When I return, I really must have people investigate carefully to see if there are others like this in the gang."

"Great Hero Yan... spare me!"

The person whose neck was gripped by Yan Chu couldn't help but beg for mercy.

The voice, however, was completely different from before; it was as melodious as a lark, clear and charming, lazy and gentle.

The Fierce Tiger King, which had been lying lazily on the ground, couldn't help but turn its head to look. Its large tiger eyes were full of confusion, clear yet carrying a hint of stupidity.

"Hmph!"

Yan Chu snorted coldly and let go.

A sheen of light flashed over the sailor who had landed on the ground, and the originally rough, dark, and coarse man instantly transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman with flowing eyes, as radiant as peach blossoms.

The originally dim room instantly became extremely bright.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing off the small hat on the woman's head.

Three thousand strands of black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, hanging to her waist.

Even though the woman was dressed in coarse linen clothes, she still radiated an infinite, seductive beauty, making it impossible for anyone to bother appreciating the river scenery outside the window, forgetting all sounds, and locking their eyes firmly upon her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Even though it was the second time seeing her, Yan Chu still couldn't help but feel his heartstrings stirred.

Truly worthy of being called peach blossoms on a human face; the beauties ranking list does not deceive me.