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?

Yan Ling looked at the county magistrate sitting at the top seat.


He wore the vermilion clothes typically donned by patrol officers, with a Great Qin broad saber strapped to his waist.


His right hand's five fingers grasped the saber's hilt, merely pulsating slowly.


A chill seemed to rise within the room.


He had always been a restrained person, never responding with harsh words even to criminals who committed offenses.


He was just a person, and he understood this very clearly. It should be the law itself that punished them, not 'himself', not his own emotions and anger.


The Great Qin was known for its strict and harsh laws, its authority so immense that it was unrivaled under heaven, and those tasked with enforcing the law must always remember that they were merely people, just like those being tried before them, ordinary citizens of the Qin, otherwise, it was too easy to be deluded and stray into wickedness.


He constantly reminded himself of this.


Chapter 99 The Shangguans from County City (2/2)