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 piercing screams, as ghastly as wailing ghosts, filled Wang Anfeng's ears; the young man, utilizing his movement technique, leaped into the air, surveying the distance. Within his sight, countless villagers lay fallen, their bodies trembling, faces contorted in agony.


With a light clap, Wang Anfeng landed back on the ground.


Meng Yuexue's panicked voice came from inside the house at the same time.


Wang Anfeng suppressed the anxiety in his heart and, without caring for anything else, stepped into the house, where Chuan Lian, lying on the bed, had begun coughing, each cough spilling a mouthful of fresh blood, his breathing becoming increasingly feeble.


In front of Zhao Guang, a series of furnaces were aligned, with a disciple of the Immortal Pavilion sitting cross-legged in front of each furnace, palms raised, pressed against the furnaces, eyes slightly closed, inner Qi swirling around their bodies.


Chapter 41 Taking Action (1/2)