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?

Fu Mo had arrived quite late, and in just two days, it would be the Great Elder's birthday banquet. After him, only the disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Sect were left because of the great distance of their journey, they arrived a bit later, the next day. When they ascended the mountain, they were still wrapped with an unspeakable cold air, swords slung on their backs, dressed in blue clothes, gazing straightforwardly ahead without a flicker.


Is this the other force that Jiu Zizai, the senior, mentioned, who could bring their juniors to this Qingfeng Edge besides Fufeng Academy?


Wang Anfeng stood on one side of the practice field, watching those sword-bearing young men and women, recalling the assessment of this sect given by Li Kangsheng back when he was in Great Liang Village.


They imbue the cold essence of Heavenly Mountain into their sword momentum, lofty and sharp, sacred in the eyes of swordsmen across the world.


Chapter 63 Banquet (2/2)