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?

Wang Anfeng watched as Xia Changqing disappeared from sight, his grip on the wooden sword finally loosening slightly.


If it hadn't been for his own rational restraint, he might have truly thrust the sword into the scholar's back.


The hardships of Aping originated from Danfeng Valley.


The bloodshed in the city rose because of this man.


Even the harm that befell that arrest officer's family was inextricably linked to Xia Changqing.


In his view, such a person naturally deserved to be killed. He had learned the principles of the Confucian Sect from Mr. Jiang, but adherents of the Confucian Sect were not merely feeble goody-two-shoes focused on self-preservation; they were to uphold ancient rites and practice benevolence. The right way to act, established a millennium ago by that old scholar, had been clearly answered:


Chapter 123: Annihilation (2/2)