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?

Outwardly, Wang Anfeng carried an intimidating presence, shocking everyone present, single-handedly breaking the status quo with his indifferent and detached demeanor. However, within Shaolin, the martial artists possessed extremely high skills and were seasoned veterans of Jianghu, and they could naturally see the discomfort in the youth.


Wu Changqing noticed a faint redness at the young man's earlobes, his mouth twitched into a subtle smile before looking back at Hong Luoyu, who was merrily spinning around on the mountain, and sighed, "Luoyu, you're being too mischievous..."


Like the wind scattering shadows, the figure of the elusive thief abruptly stopped. The hillside was dotted with lifelike copies of Hong Luoyu, numbering in the hundreds, all uniformly turning their heads towards Wu Changqing. This made the old man's scalp tingle, and then he heard the thieves utter a harmonious chant, reverberating through the mountains, defiantly declaring,


Chapter 36: The Divine Skills of Poison Transformation?! (1/2)