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?

With the art of the Yin Yang Family, they sealed the spiritual grace of Heaven and Earth within the treasure jade. It burst forth in an instant without the slightest hesitation, sweeping across with a speed that even a grandmaster would find difficult to match.


It crossed the vast lands, the solitary peaks, the mountains and lakes, the rivers of the icy peaks.


All to find the other half of the spiritual grace.


Around the carriage, the people hurrying on their way were caught by a sudden, inexplicable gust of wind that brushed across their faces, eliciting a series of complaints.


Her black hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and she stared ahead, seemingly able to see that proud, dazzling girl, like the sun itself. Her right hand lifted, pressing tightly against her chest, feeling her wildly throbbing heart through her torso.


Chapter 84: Winds Arise (4000-word Chapter) (1/1)