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?

The Zhao residence was a place in Xi Dingzhou where a veteran of Jianghu had retired to, and its former master was known as the "Divine Fist with Iron Arms." He had once roamed the Jianghu in Fufeng, stirring up storms within its community. Having retired in his old age, it had been ten years since he last lifted a hand, and no one knew the extent of his martial arts cultivation.


Yet, when he retired back then, he was already a martial artist skilled in the seventh rank, and after ten years, he might have progressed even further.


At the very least, his capabilities peaked at the sixth rank.


And over those ten years of quiet recovery, his inner strength must have grown even more refined.


Chapter 17 Sneak, Wang Anfeng (1/2)