Chapter 120 I don't want to waste this, brothers, line up!

"Alright, alright! Don't cry!"

In public, Yan Chu pulled Han Yunlu directly into his arms, his large hand stroking her smooth, flowing hair.

Han Yunlu's pretty face flushed slightly; she struggled a bit but couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to let Yan Chu hold her like this.

She was originally Qi Yong's wife.

Although everyone knew she had become Yan Chu's woman, everything had been done in private; this was the first time they had embraced in such a public setting.

"I wonder what others will say about me now..."

Han Yunlu thought to herself.

As she thought about it, she felt something was off; Yan Chu seemed to be a bit arrogant today, so she couldn't help but look up at him...

But Yan Chu's expression was as calm as usual.

His Divine Sense spread out invisibly, quietly confusing everyone's perception, so no one would notice his abnormality.

"Any trouble here while I was away for these few days?"

"Are there any troublemakers who refuse to listen?"

Han Yunlu's body felt a bit soft, her flushed face showing a strange expression, and she shook her head slowly, saying, "No one has caused any trouble!"

"With Protector Song here, even those with ulterior motives have to obediently keep them to themselves."

Yan Chu looked at Song Xingwu, who was now serving as a Protector of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang.

It had to be said that Song Xingwu was indeed a man of his word.

He had promised Yan Chu he would come to the Raging Flood Dragon Gang to serve as a Protector, and two days later, he arrived right on time.

Moreover, despite Han Yunlu only being in the Fifth Realm, Song Xingwu had not shown the slightest dissatisfaction with her orders, helping her suppress many secret opponents.

"However..."

At this moment, Han Yunlu changed the subject and suddenly brought up another matter.

"Not long after you left, a middle-aged woman somehow snuck in, wanting to assassinate little sister Zhi Rou. It turned out that person was Lian Weitao's wife."

"Her husband and son both died at your hands, and knowing there was no hope of dealing with you, she set her sights on little sister Zhi Rou!"

"What? Where is Zhi Rou?"

Yan Chu's expression changed slightly.

As the woman who had spent ten days with him on the river, Su Zhirou held a special place in his heart.

Although she would sometimes be a bit temperamental with him, he had never taken it to heart.

Feeling the change in Yan Chu's mood, Han Yunlu gave a light huff and said, "Rest assured!"

"I know how important little sister Zhi Rou is to you, how could I not arrange for people to protect her?"

"That woman has already been captured by Wang Ping, and he was just wondering how you intend to deal with her!"

Yan Chu frowned and said coldly, "A tiresome woman, why keep her?"

Even if she were as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, Yan Chu wouldn't keep such a person by his side. What did Han Yunlu take him for? Did she think he was a lecher who would eat anything?

Hearing his words, Wang Ping smiled sheepishly and said, "Young Master, could you let her live for a few more days?"

"How so?"

"This subordinate doesn't want to waste her!"

Yan Chu raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, saying, "Dispose of her as you see fit!"

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Wang Ping cupped his fists with great joy.

Behind him, several subordinates of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang were even more pleasantly surprised.

The boss had promised them that once he was done, he would allow them to line up behind him, saying that this was what brothers should do.

Although the woman looked average and had a temper as fiery as a lunatic, she couldn't resist her special status! After all, she was the former matriarch of the Lian Family!

They had never played with a woman of this status before, and now they could finally have a good time.

After the Lian Family learned that the woman had dared to assassinate Su Zhirou, they hurriedly sent generous gifts to apologize and completely severed ties with her.

Yan Chu hadn't wiped out the Lian Family, so the members of the Lian Family had been living in fear.

Now that this incident had occurred, many more of the already terrified Lian Family members had snuck away, fleeing far from Longhua Prefecture.

It had now become almost an empty shell.

"By the way, I heard that people from the Hidden Sword Palace are coming to deal with you. How should we respond?"

At this moment, Han Yunlu finally asked the question everyone was concerned about.

Over the past two days, if it hadn't been for the pressure from Grandmaster Song Xingwu, many of the forces that had only recently pledged their allegiance would likely have scattered.

Even so, everyone was filled with worry, fearing that disaster was imminent.

Seeing everyone looking at him with anticipation, Yan Chu laughed out loud:

"The mere Hidden Sword Palace? If they truly dare to come, this Young Master will ensure they don't even have a corpse left!"

His tone was arrogant, his demeanor flamboyant.

As he spoke, ignoring everyone's gaze, he swept Han Yunlu up in his arms amidst her exclamation and walked towards the depths of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang...

Seeing this, many people couldn't help but show disappointment.

With a powerful enemy at the gates, Yan Chu was still only concerned with pleasure-seeking.

In this state, he had no demeanor of a wise lord, and many began to wonder if they had bet on the wrong person...

...

Deep within the Raging Flood Dragon Gang, there was a luxurious building.

This wooden building was constructed from high-quality ironwood and built on a cliff, overlooking the surging river below, with the red, beautiful leaves of the trees on both banks in the frosty weather.

Su Zhirou stood by the window, but she couldn't bring herself to admire the beautiful scenery.

The people of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang were all cheering for Yan Chu's return, but only she was unhappy.

Especially when she saw Yan Chu holding Han Yunlu and heading straight for the central wooden building, she bit her red lips tightly, her eyes moist, almost on the verge of tears.

Shi Lianhan, standing behind her, saw it and felt the pain in her heart. She could only hold her tightly and comfort her in a low voice.

In another equally luxurious wooden building, Shen Zuirong closed the window to block out the noisy sounds and sat back on the bed.

Above it was a meditation cushion; sitting cross-legged on it could dispel distracting thoughts, calm the mind, and enhance cultivation.

She sat cross-legged, her hands forming seals.

In her pink ru skirt, blood light gradually surged, forming a blood moon in her palms.

After a long time, the blood moon slowly dissipated.

Shen Zuirong's stunning face, which caused the world to fall for her, frowned slightly, making her even more pitiful...

...

More than two thousand miles away from the Raging Flood Dragon Gang, several fine horses kicked up clouds of dust, galloping rapidly towards Longhua Prefecture.

Behind them followed a large group of people, all from various large and small forces in Cangzhou Prefecture, coming to witness the upcoming battle with their own eyes.

"Senior Chen, do you need this Junior to drive them all away?"

In the crowd, Fu Yunfan spoke up.

Beside him were Fu Youfang and Pan Ze, a Guest Elder from the Prefectural Governors Mansion.

Several members of the Fu Family had died at Yan Chu's hands, so for this excellent opportunity, the two Grandmaster Old Ancestors had volunteered to follow the people from the Hidden Sword Palace to Longhua Prefecture.

It was both a chance to take revenge on Yan Chu and a great opportunity to curry favor with the Hidden Sword Palace.

For the past few days, Fu Youfang had been getting cozy with Hou Jia, a Grandmaster from the Hidden Sword Palace.

Although she was average in appearance, she was, after all, a Grandmaster.

Hou Jia was not picky, so when they were in Cangzhou Prefecture, the two had already connected several times, knowing each other thoroughly.

Fu Youfang, in order to climb higher in the Hidden Sword Palace's relations, even had several women from her Family go to seduce the other Grandmasters.

So in the past few days, the Grandmasters of the Hidden Sword Palace had been living quite well.

That was the reason they had stayed in Cangzhou Prefecture for a few days.

Every time they came down the mountain, they could enjoy this kind of treatment.

So, many people scrambled for such a good job.

Gao Yang had thought it was because Elder Li was cowardly and afraid of death after divination that they were delayed, and he had blamed all his resentment on him.

...

Chen Fenghua glanced behind him; at least hundreds of people had followed.

He said indifferently: "Don't worry about them!"

He then looked at Gao Yang beside him and said:

"Junior Martial Nephew Gao, the battle in Longhua Prefecture will surely become famous throughout the world!"

"But the protagonist of this battle is not us and Yan Chu, but you!"

"I will suppress Yan Chu's cultivation, allowing you to fight him fair and square, to cut off his head in front of the people of the world, and to step on his corpse to reach the peak!"

"In this battle, if your Heart Demon is eliminated, your Sword Dao cultivation will surely advance greatly. I hope you will not disappoint me, your Master, and everyone in my Sword Palace!"

A light seemed to appear in Gao Yang's dejected eyes.

He nodded solemnly and said: "Don't worry, Junior Martial Uncle!"

"I will definitely kill Yan Chu and take my revenge!"

He made up his mind that he would not let Yan Chu die easily; he would make him suffer all kinds of torture, wishing for death but unable to die!

The surrounding people from the Sword Palace all had cold expressions, their murderous intent reaching the heavens.

Those who dared to oppose the Hidden Sword Palace would never have a good end!

...

Inside the Raging Flood Dragon Gang, as a sharp cry pierced the heavens, the commotion in the central wooden building finally calmed down.

Yan Chu walked out, wearing light clothing.

It was already night, but many buildings in the Raging Flood Dragon Gang were still lit, and many people could not sleep.

The river surged, slapping the shore.

Clouds and mist swirled in the sky, obscuring the moonlight.

Yan Chu had returned this time mainly to stabilize morale; otherwise, many people might have thought he was afraid of the Hidden Sword Palace and had fled alone to save his life.

Since he had shown his face, it was time to set off.

According to intelligence from the Wind Listening Pavilion, the people from the Hidden Sword Palace were not far from Longhua Prefecture. At their speed, they might arrive at the Raging Flood Dragon Gang tonight.

Of course, it was also possible they would rest on the road for one night and kill their way there tomorrow morning.

After all, they would certainly want to kill him in public to shock the world with the prestige of the Hidden Sword Palace.

But Yan Chu was not a person who would sit and wait for death.

Rather than waiting for them to knock on his door, it was better to proactively meet them!

After coming out, Wang Ping, Liu Dayuan, and Song Xingwu were waiting for him outside.

Yan Chu nodded to Song Xingwu.

"I'll have to trouble Brother Song with this place for now. If anyone dares to take advantage of this to cause trouble, don't be soft-handed; just kill them directly!"

The current Raging Flood Dragon Gang was a mix of fish and dragons, and Yan Chu couldn't attend to it for the moment.

After he was done with this period, he would have to clean it up.

Song Xingwu cupped his fists and said:

"I understand, Brother Yan, take care on your journey!"

"I wish Brother Yan a great victory, and to slay the Great Grandmaster with your blade!"

Yan Chu laughed: "Good! Just wait for my good news!"

Wang Ping took a black brocade robe inlaid with dark gold cloud patterns, came over and draped it over Yan Chu. With a black jade belt tied around his waist and wide sleeves hanging down as if there were flowing light, he looked like a refined Young Master.

"Young Master, the boat is ready!"

"We can set off now!"

"Good!"

Yan Chu looked back at the room where Su Zhirou and Shen Zuirong were.

He had neglected them this time; he would comfort them properly when he returned.

Just like that, in the night, Wang Ping and Liu Dayuan rowed a small boat, carrying Yan Chu down the river.

...

In Longhua Prefecture city, at the Yunlai Inn.

In the Heaven No. 3 room, two men in black sat opposite each other.

Many Jianghu people had come to Longhua Prefecture city, all swarming in from all over Cangzhou Prefecture, and the inns in the city were somewhat overcrowded.

The two men in black were clean-shaven and middle-aged.

The man in black by the window looked at the street scene outside and sighed:

"Who could have imagined? Not long ago he was such a small character, and now he has caused a stir in the entire prefecture, so much so that the Hidden Sword Palace has sent a Great Grandmaster to kill him!"

The man in black sitting at the table slowly shook his head and said:

"You cannot treat him as an ordinary small character. Those two fools, No. 12 and No. 13, were slaughtered like pigs by him precisely because they underestimated him!"

"According to news from the Wind Listening Pavilion, the number of Grandmasters who have died at Yan Chu's hands is at least a handful!"

"Even if the two of us were to face him, I fear it would be ominous!"

The middle-aged man by the window narrowed his eyes and turned to ask:

"No. 1, Jianghu rumors say that Yan Chu is a Reincarnation of a Heavenly Immortal. Is this true?"

The No. 1 killer of the Red Sleeve Beckon sitting at the table shook his head and said:

"I cannot be sure of this!"

"Someone once went to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion to ask about this, but according to the personal disciple of the Pavilion Master, no Heavenly Star has descended in the last twenty years, so Yan Chu's identity as a Reincarnation of a Heavenly Immortal is likely to be a big question mark."

"Oh? If he is not a Reincarnation of a Heavenly Immortal, what secret does he have, given his current cultivation progress?"

"We don't need to worry about that much!"

"You and I only need to know that Yan Chu is a must-kill target for our Red Sleeve Beckon!"

"If he dies at the hands of Chen Fenghua this time, so be it. If he doesn't die, we will take the opportunity to understand his strength, and if the Bodhisattva takes action personally, he will have no chance of survival!"

The No. 2 killer by the window nodded slowly and smiled:

"In that case, I am looking forward to tomorrow's battle!"

"I hope Yan Chu can survive the Hidden Sword Palace, and when that time comes, let him properly experience the terror of the Bodhisattva!"

As he spoke, a hint of mischievous laughter appeared in his eyes.

...

The three of them, Yan Chu and his companions, traveled down the Yang River, and half an hour later, they landed and proceeded on foot.

"Yan Chu!"

As soon as they landed, a cold voice came.

In the night, a refined Young Master in white stood under a pavilion not far ahead.

"Young Miss Zhao!"

Yan Chu was a bit surprised. "Didn't you already leave? What is the reason for waiting here for Yan?"

This white-clad Young Master was none other than Young Miss Zhao Jiyao of the Four Seas Pavilion.

She was dressed in men's clothing, wearing white robes and a headband. In the night, her skin glowed with a snowy luster, and she had a touch of heroism within her gentle beauty.

During the day, Yan Chu had heard from Han Yunlu that Zhao Jiyao had left the Raging Flood Dragon Gang shortly after arriving, so he didn't expect her to appear here.

Zhao Jiyao's expression was not very good.

She gave a light huff and said:

"Abbot Xin Yong went to recruit you on behalf of the Empress Dowager. Why did you kill him?"

This was obviously because she had seen the Fierce Tiger King and knew that the monk Xin Yong had died at Yan Chu's hands, which was why she asked this question.

Yan Chu sneered: "Why would Yan need a reason to kill someone?"

"What? Do you want to avenge that lecherous monk?"

Zhao Jiyao did not respond, but huffed:

"The Empress Dowager's offer still stands!"

"I can guarantee on behalf of the Empress Dowager that as long as you swear allegiance, the matter of the Hidden Sword Palace will be resolved by others!"

"Heh!"

Yan Chu shook his head and laughed: "You stopped here just to tell me this?"

"What do you think I went out in the middle of the night for? To run for my life?"