Chapter 115 Mid-stage Grandmaster, Sword Talisman

"Th-this kind of atmospheric change..."

Qiao Zhique had some experience.

Years ago, while in the Yin Ming Cult, she had witnessed a Great Grandmaster of the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm within the cult take action. With a mere gesture, they could cause changes in the heavens, which in the eyes of a Mortal, was no different from a deity.

"Could it be..."

If there was anyone here capable of causing such a violent shift in the heavens, there was likely only one person.

"Has he truly reached this Realm?"

Qiao Zhique's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly noticed Yu Feifei beside her, hugging her arms, shivering from the cold.

She hurriedly transferred a strand of True Qi over, which made the other woman feel much better.

Even an unconscious triggering of atmospheric changes was enough to make a Fifth Realm Martial Artist suffer.

If it were consciously directed at a single person, they would likely be pulverized in an instant before such immense natural power.

The heavenly phenomenon came quickly and vanished just as quickly.

In just a moment, the dark clouds began to disperse, sunlight poured down once more, the temperature warmed up, the heavy snow ceased, and the gale dissipated.

Inside the cave, Yan Chu opened his eyes, a divine light erupting from within them.

A surging, boundless True Essence flowed incessantly, and a feeling of immense power welled up from within.

Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, Great Grandmaster!

His cultivation had ushered in another leap forward.

At this Realm, even within the territory of an entire prefecture, it was considered a top-tier combat force, one that could be counted on one's fingers.

Those at his level were none other than high-ranking officials of the prefecture, such as Hong Wei, the Red-Robed Commander of the Six Doors, and Governor Sima Yutang.

He opened his hand to reveal a crystal-clear fruit in his palm, about the size of a Saintess fruit. Through its skin, one could see what appeared to be red liquid flowing inside—it was truly wondrous.

Yan Chu swallowed the blood bodhi in one gulp.

Whoosh!

The blood bodhi melted the moment it entered his mouth, turning into a stream of pure spiritual essence that dispersed into his limbs and bones. The energy was extremely hot and violent.

Yan Chu hurriedly circulated his Three Points Returning to Origin Qi, beginning to refine this spiritual essence and internalize it as his own cultivation.

A moment later, Yan Chu took out another one and swallowed it.

The blood bodhi was a miraculous fruit of the world, capable of healing severe injuries and increasing cultivation even when one was uninjured.

Even though Yan Chu now possessed the body of a Great Grandmaster, this miraculous fruit still provided significant assistance.

It was not until he swallowed the fifth one that the effects gradually faded.

Even if he continued to eat them, his cultivation would not increase much further.

He immediately put away the remaining blood bodhi, thinking he could give them to his women or reward his subordinates with them in the future.

After consuming five blood bodhi in a row, Yan Chu's cultivation reached the Middle Stage of the Great Grandmaster, giving him plenty of confidence.

【Cultivation: Eighth Realm, Heavenly Phenomenon Middle Stage】

【Cultivation Technique: Three Points Returning to Origin Qi (Eighth Layer 146325 / 500000)】

Looking at the experience points increasing on the panel, Yan Chu couldn't help but sigh:

"If only there were more treasures like the blood bodhi!"

The experience provided by these miraculous fruits was faster than killing people.

However, he also knew that such things relied entirely on luck and were rare encounters that could not be sought out.

He knew a little bit about the System's temperament.

The more you wanted something, the less likely it was to drop, leaving one anxious to the extreme.

Conversely, if you relaxed your mindset, a surprise might just come one day.

Yan Chu walked out of the cave, a gentle breeze rising beneath his feet. He ascended from the forest and landed gracefully on the edge of the canyon.

Having broken through to the Eighth Realm, his understanding of the three ultimates—fist, palm, and leg—had deepened. The move he had just performed hadn't even required the use of True Essence; it was entirely based on his perception of the wind.

It could truly be called riding the wind!

"Congratulations to Great Hero Yan on your great advancement in martial arts!"

"Reaching the pinnacle of the Martial Dao is just around the corner!"

Qiao Zhique, who had been waiting by the canyon, bowed gracefully, her eyes filled with a bit more reverence.

Beside her, Yu Feifei had only just recovered from the earlier atmospheric changes; hearing Qiao Zhique's words, her pupils constricted sharply.

The atmospheric change just now was caused by Yan Chu?

At this moment, apart from fear, she felt much more reverence toward Yan Chu.

She was also a Martial Artist, and although she was only at the Fifth Realm, she was, after all, the First Disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect; even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen pigs run.

In her heart, she had already vaguely guessed that Yan Chu was likely now a Great Grandmaster.

He had become a top-tier figure in Cangzhou Prefecture!

"Great... Hero Yan, if we arrive at the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect shortly, could you please execute only Liao Huawen? Could you spare the other Disciples of my Sword Sect?"

"They have never offended you!"

Yan Chu glanced at her.

Yu Feifei, in her pink dress, had trembling eyelashes as she looked at him nervously.

Yan Chu chuckled.

"That will depend on the performance of your Flowing Cloud Sword Sect!"

Yu Feifei hurriedly promised,

"I will discuss it with our Sect Master. In the future, the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is willing to serve Great Hero Yan as our master. We will be loyal to you forever and will never be your enemy!"

"We shall see!"

Yan Chu flicked his sleeve and, taking the two women, Qiao Zhique and Yu Feifei, he soared through the air, gliding like a wild goose.

After several miles, he landed lightly before taking to the sky once more.

...

The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect was built on Mount Shuiyun outside Tianshui Prefecture city.

The mountain was surrounded by lakes of all sizes and was shrouded in mist and clouds all year round.

Every day, the Disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect would watch the changing clouds on the mountain to comprehend the Concept of their sword techniques.

"Vice Sect Master, what is wrong?"

Today, the Grand Elder of the Sect, Mao Zhiyuan, suddenly noticed that the Vice Sect Master seemed a bit off.

He had just hurried back from outside the mountain gate, paying no mind to the Disciples bowing and greeting him, and headed straight for the main hall of the Sect.

"Greetings, Vice Sect Master!"

The two Disciples on duty outside the main hall hurriedly bowed when they saw Liao Huawen.

But Liao Huawen did not stop at all. After entering the main hall, he rushed toward the Ancestral Master Hall in the back.

Mao Zhiyuan followed him closely.

At this moment, Liao Huawen's eyes were filled with fear, his face expressionless—his state was very wrong.

He was also trying to prevent the other man from doing something foolish.

When Liao Huawen entered the Ancestral Master Hall, the spirit tablets of past Sect Masters were arranged above, and at the very top was a shrine dedicated to the Founding Ancestral Master.

Liao Huawen stood before the Ancestral Master's spirit tablets for a moment, then his eyes turned fierce, and he grabbed the shrine directly.

"Vice Sect Master, what are you doing?!"

Seeing this scene, Mao Zhiyuan hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

Liao Huawen's actions were a great disrespect to the Ancestral Master.

"Get lost!"

Liao Huawen flicked his hand, and a massive surge of True Essence sent Mao Zhiyuan flying dozens of meters. With a crack, he smashed into a pillar of the Ancestral Master Hall and fell to the ground, vomiting blood incessantly.

A casual strike from a Grandmaster was not something an ordinary Sixth Realm Martial Artist could withstand.

"Liao Huawen, what are you doing?!"

Just then, a clear shout came from outside.

Immediately after, a woman dressed in white palace attire appeared in the Ancestral Master Hall like a phantom; it was none other than the Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, Yu Mengzhu.

She had just hurried back from Cangzhou Prefecture city, and out of habit, she had swept her Divine Sense outside, never expecting to see this scene.

By then, Liao Huawen had already crushed the shrine in his hand.

After the shrine shattered, a small sword-shaped talisman appeared in his palm.

Looking at the suddenly appeared Yu Mengzhu, Liao Huawen's expression was ferocious. "Sect Master, don't blame me! I am doing this to save my own life!"

"What are you saying?"

Yu Mengzhu frowned, a bad premonition forming in her heart.

Inside the First Ancestral Master's shrine, a Sword Talisman was hidden.

This was one of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect's trump cards, kept to be used only if the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect offended someone they could not afford to offend one day.

Judging by Liao Huawen's appearance, he must have offended some powerful enemy.