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?

Dark clouds covered the sky, obscuring the bright moon.


Du Zhanpeng, hugging his spear, leaned against the wall, hoping to shield himself from the life-threatening cold wind of winter. A torch burned by his side, providing just enough heat to keep him from succumbing to hunger and weakness like those imprisoned, who would fall asleep in the chill and never wake up again.


However, the old man they had captured a few days ago was an exception...


An old cripple, yet he managed to endure for so long in this weather; he must have a tough life.


He exhaled a cloud of white breath. His companions nearby were not interested in chatting in this weather, nor was he.


Chapter 3: The Demise of the Bandits (Thanks to Guang Yu An 0516 for the 10,000 Reward)