Chapter 117 One can go three days without food, but not one day without a woman.

"Six Arts of Arrogant Cold?"

Yan Chu was overjoyed.

Was his luck really this good today?

First the blood bodhi, and now the Six Arts of Arrogant Cold?

He had clearly already returned the Changhu Jade Token to Shen Zuirong!

The Six Arts of Arrogant Cold, the ancestral saber technique of the Nie family in Feng Yun, consisted of six arts: A Glimpse of Cold, Three Feet of Ice, Red Apricot Reaching Over the Wall, Peach Blossoms Falling, Treading Snow Searching for Plum Blossoms, and Cold Blade Icy Heart, each move possessing immense power.

When Yan Chu had watched it before, what he envied most was Nie Feng's forty-meter saber.

It was simply too cool!

Although he could easily achieve such a feat now, fulfilling a dream from the past still filled him with immense excitement.

"Hmph!"

In the future, whoever dared to make an enemy of him would be given a thirty-nine-point-nine-meter head start; let it not be said that he, Yan, did not give them Face!

A smile flashed across his Face as Yan Chu raised his hand in a beckoning gesture.

The sword talisman in Liao Huawen's hand flew into his grasp.

Scanning the sword talisman with his Divine Sense, Yan Chu could feel two remaining traces of energy inside, meaning the same Sword Qi as before could be unleashed two more times.

Although this sword talisman could not deal with him, an ordinary Great Grandmaster would likely be unable to withstand a single strike of that Sword Qi.

At this moment, everyone within the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect saw Liao Huawen, who had been split in half by a single saber strike, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.

The white light that had emanated from Liao Huawen's hand just moments ago, emitting a terrifying pressure, had made everyone feel as if disaster were imminent.

And now, Liao Huawen had actually died at the hands of the young man before them.

Did this not mean that this young man was even more powerful?

Furthermore, many people had heard Liao Huawen's words.

This person was Blade Demon Yan Chu?

The strongest Prodigy in Cangzhou Prefecture today?

"Vice Sect Master..."

Someone whispered to themselves, still unable to believe it, mixed with a sense of sorrow; Grandmaster Liao Huawen, who had been full of life yesterday, was now a corpse split in two.

Sect Master Yu Mengzhu's red lips trembled slightly as her beautiful eyes lingered on the sword talisman in Yan Chu's hand for a moment before she turned to instruct the rest of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect members.

"All of you, withdraw!"

"As you command!"

The leading Elders bowed in acknowledgment and led the other Disciples away from the Sect's main hall area.

The Vice Sect Master was dead, killed by Blade Demon Yan Chu.

Judging by his dying words, he had likely offended the other party.

From now on, it would depend on how the Sect Master negotiated with him to resolve the enmity.

If the enmity could not be resolved, it would be nothing short of a catastrophe for the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

"Aunt!"

Once the crowd had dispersed, Yu Feifei, who had been on the outskirts, stepped forward quickly and whispered a few words in her ear.

"What? Liao Huawen actually abandoned you and fled alone?"

"He truly deserved to die!"

Sect Master Yu Mengzhu's brows furrowed in anger, her eyes filled with fury, and the loose hair at her temples trembled with her breathing.

Although she was nearly forty years old, a Grandmaster's Lifespan could reach one hundred and twenty years, and due to her profound cultivation, her skin remained as firm as that of a sixteen-year-old girl; her current anger looked more like coquettish pouting.

Calming her breathing, Sect Master Yu Mengzhu extended her hand and said:

"Great Hero Yan, would you be willing to go to the side hall for a chat?"

Yan Chu looked at the slender, jade-like hand extended towards him, grabbed it, and nodded: "Good!"

"Ah, you—"

Sect Master Yu Mengzhu was stunned for a moment; I didn't reach out for you to grab!

Her jade-like hand felt soft, warm, and smooth; once grabbed by Yan Chu, Sect Master Yu Mengzhu could not break free no matter how hard she tried.

Just like that, it was originally Sect Master Yu Mengzhu inviting Yan Chu into the side hall.

Yet, her mind went blank for a moment, and she followed Yan Chu inside in a daze.

Qiao Zhique and Yu Feifei, who were behind them, exchanged a glance, their Faces flushing slightly.

Yan Chu was now famous throughout Cangzhou Prefecture.

Just as well-known as his notorious reputation was his reputation for lechery.

"Yan Chu likes married women..."

"Everywhere Yan Chu goes, he is accompanied by beauties; rumors say this brute cannot live without women!"

"One can go three days without food, but not one day without women..."

These were all things they had heard from the outside world, and now it seemed Yan Chu truly lived up to his reputation.

The two women followed him into the side hall, only to see Yan Chu already sitting in the main seat, while Sect Master Yu Mengzhu stood to the side, looking somewhat reserved.

As the head of a Sect, Sect Master Yu Mengzhu was a well-known Grandmaster in Cangzhou Prefecture; although she was a woman, she had always been quite dignified in front of her Disciples and Elders.

However, having seen Yan Chu take action with her own eyes, she had already confirmed that the young man before her, who was over a decade younger than her, was a genuine Great Grandmaster.

In the Jianghu, seniority was not based on age, but on cultivation level.

Since Yan Chu's cultivation was above hers, he was her Senior!

"Great Hero Yan, that sword talisman is the greatest treasure of my Flowing Cloud Sword Sect. If you return it, our entire Sect will be eternally grateful!"

Yan Chu toyed with the sword talisman in his hand.

This talisman was quite profound, capable of sealing Sword Intent and Sword Qi within it.

But this required extremely high control; with his current means, he could not yet do it.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Yan Chu's mouth.

"Empty words are useless!"

"How much is your Flowing Cloud Sword Sect's gratitude worth? Today, with my cultivation, do you think I care about the gratitude of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

Sect Master Yu Mengzhu gritted her teeth in secret.

"Then what does Great Hero Yan want me to do?"

Yan Chu's smile turned into a wicked grin, and he said nothing.

At this moment, Sect Master Yu Mengzhu saw Yu Feifei following behind and remembered what she had just told her; she hesitated for a moment and then added:

"This time, it was my Flowing Cloud Sword Sect that was in the wrong first. Now that the primary culprit, Liao Huawen, has been executed, if Great Hero Yan still feels it is not enough, my Flowing Cloud Sword Sect can pledge allegiance to you!"

"However, if it involves a conflict regarding the life and death of the Sect, my Flowing Cloud Sword Sect will prioritize self-preservation!"

Hearing this, the smile on Yan Chu's Face faded quite a bit.

"Do you have the strength to bargain with me, Yan Chu?"

As he spoke, with a boom, a vast and boundless Aura erupted; the sky suddenly churned with wind and clouds, and the entire Flowing Cloud Sword Sect was shrouded in endless black clouds.

Crack!

Facing this Aura head-on, Sect Master Yu Mengzhu felt as if a great mountain had pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel.

Her knees hit the ground heavily, shattering the stone slabs on the floor.

A trace of panic could not help but appear in Sect Master Yu Mengzhu's beautiful eyes.

Yan Chu was not the type to cherish the fairer sex!

"Great... Hero Yan, please calm your anger!"

"I... have other... information to tell you!"

"Oh? Speak!"

Yan Chu withdrew his Aura, making the pressure on Sect Master Yu Mengzhu much lighter, and her pale complexion regained some color.

Sect Master Yu Mengzhu let out a long sigh of relief; if Yan Chu had pressed down with his full Aura, she had the feeling she might have been crushed to death.

The might of a Great Grandmaster was truly terrifying!

Facing Yan Chu's intense gaze, she dared not delay and hurriedly recounted a piece of information she knew.

"Great Grandmaster Chen Fenghua of the Hidden Sword Palace has arrived in Cangzhou Prefecture and is being treated as an honored guest by the Prefectural Governor's Mansion. Accompanying him are several Grandmasters from the Hidden Sword Palace, as well as the Prodigy Gao Yang."

"They originally intended to head straight to Longhua Prefecture to kill you, but one of the Great Grandmasters in their party is a long-lost friend of Lord Sima Yutang, so they temporarily delayed for a day at the Marquis's Mansion."

"When I left the city, Gao Yang had already taken several Grandmasters and rushed ahead to Linshui Prefecture, declaring that he would kill all your friends and family, and then use your head to pay tribute to his clan!"

"Is that so?"

Yan Chu revealed a playful smile.

They naturally did not know that he was now a Great Grandmaster; next, he would have to give these people a big surprise.

"Great Hero Yan, can this information make up for the sins of my Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

Yan Chu withdrew his thoughts and looked at the beautiful Sect Master standing before him with a graceful figure; a white palace dress outlined her perfect curves just right.

He smirked, lifted her soft, fair chin, and said slowly:

"Still a little short!"