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?

Meng Yuexue watched as Wang Anfeng closed the front door, his palm's wound reopening to bleed fresh blood, dripping at the entrance to add an extra layer of protection for the ordinary people inside the house from the invading poison fog.


Immediately, the thin red horse neighed listlessly, sounds of hooves followed, gradually receding, but from afar to near, the agonizing screams grew clearer.


The common people crammed in the room clearly showed signs of panic on their faces, instinctively huddling together as if to evade danger.


Meng Yuexue pursed her lips, the outside was undoubtedly perilous, yet she felt an overwhelming impulse to burst through the door, so strong that even her tightly clenched fingers could not contain it thumping in her heart.


Hearing the sounds outside, her legs seemed to have a will of their own.


Chapter 42: Mo Blade Goes Up the Mountain (2/2)