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 young man was slightly startled, just now he was able to suppress it, but now, reminded by the old man and thinking of his parents trapped in the poison fog, his face showed urgency, yet he couldn't move. The middle-aged arrest officer was already frowning and shouting:


"Hurry up, heed the doctor's words, start from the nearby areas, and take the villagers away."


"The poison fog is too thick over here, move briskly!"


Following the arrest officer's scolding voice, these town constables crashed into the houses on the street, disregarding everything else, swung their battle sabers back to their waists, and with one hand each, they pulled out those who were too weak to walk and sprinted back, bringing them to places where the poison fog was slightly thinner.


Meanwhile, the middle-aged arrest officer had not left but stood there with his battle saber in hand.


Chapter 43: Beneath the Blade, All is Compassion! (Two-in-One Long Chapter)