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?

Inside the wooden hut of the village on a winter day, wafts of cooking smoke rose.


The savory fragrance of stewed pork with soybeans became increasingly rich and tempting. Hong Feibai, who was considered a rising talent in Fufeng, squatted in front of a stove, fan in hand, gently fanning the flames while stealing glances at the people inside the house, and secretly swallowing his saliva.


Not far from him squatted a tall man, over eight feet in height, who had removed his armor. In his thirties, his face was bruised and swollen.


A master from one of the three great factions in the martial realm of Fufeng, the Giant Whale Gang.


With Seventh Rank cultivation, he was known for being ruthless yet principled.


Chapter 4: A Thousand Miles of Illusory Clouds, News of an Old Friend (2/2)