Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

Days passed, and the weather grew colder, marking the inevitable end of the year.


Frost turned to ice, and with the early chill of the month still small, it was called the Minor Cold.


In the village, the traveling doctor's medicinal herbs had all been acquired by Wang Anfeng, who sent them to Wu Changqing. As a result, a few days later, he received many elixirs, one of which was even more potent than the Qi-absorbing Pills. Besides that, there was a large assortment of other useful items.


The old man gave him a small pouch to wrap around his waist, almost like a slightly thicker belt. It could hold many elixirs and the silver needles for acupuncture, which Wang Anfeng found exceedingly delightful. However, the old man seemed even happier, his face brimming with joy all those days.


Chapter 21: Entering the City