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?

Ren Changge lifted his gaze, swept it over the blue-robed youth before him, paused slightly, and then focused on the latter's waist.


There hung a moon-like jade pendant, precisely the gift he had given the youth after returning from the Qingfeng Edge Great Elder's birthday banquet years ago. The elder's gaze returned, his expression unchanged, his face stern and meticulous, with only a slight nod, as if the past two years had never existed.


But those two years had indeed existed.


Thus, an aged voice rose beside the youth's ear, and whether it was Wang Anfeng's illusion or not, it carried an almost imperceptible trace of relief:


On the twenty-first layer of book stairs, a youth in a white Confucian robe sat cross-legged on the wooden steps, holding a rare volume, though his mind was hardly on it. His eyes wandered, and upon looking down, they brightened slightly. He tugged at his companion and lowered his voice, saying:


Chapter 82: I Don't Know How to Title This, Just Read the Main Text (Two-in-One)_2