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?

"Without someone like you around, wouldn't it be even more boring..."


Wang Anfeng leaned against the creaking branches of a withered tree, lifted his mask, took out an elixir from his waist, and swallowed it. His normally gentle complexion had already turned as pale as paper.


He had just crossed hands with Zhao Zhengyong and was already bearing not-so-light injuries. But beyond these injuries, what Zhao Zhengyong had mentioned—a power that had infiltrated Fufeng County's jianghu thirty years ago—was even more concerning to him.


The young man closed his eyes and slowly stood up.


Raising his right hand, the Buddha Beads faintly glimmered. He opened his mouth calmly and said,


Chapter 20: Surging (2\2)_3