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 bodies were stored at the charitable morgue.


The morgue, a place ominous with a chilling aura, was never built within the city. Fengyue City's morgue was ten miles west, guarded by two men.


Unclaimed bodies or those of Jianghu martial artists who had died near the city were brought here. After a brief preparation and selling valuable items like weapons, they were buried.


Since the distance was not too great, the group left the Ministry of Punishment and hired a carriage, reaching the morgue quickly. The carriage steadied to a halt, and Wang Anfeng jumped out from behind Yan Ling, standing on the ground. The courtyard appeared gloomy, covered with snow that seemed like it had never melted.


The gate was not closed, and inside, neatly arranged black coffins could be seen. Ritual paper money was scattered all over the ground, adding to the eerie atmosphere.


Chapter 101 Ministry of Punishment Rules (2/2)