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?

By the time Wang Anfeng returned to the manor, Yan Ling had already been there for quite some time.


The latter appeared somewhat disheveled, with a scent of fresh blood about him, his palm wrapped in a blood-stained red cloth bandage, which looked even more striking. He sat quietly next to the table in the master house of the manor, still holding the bloodied Great Qin Broad Saber in his hand, unwilling to put it down.


Hong Feibai had already put the young girl's corpse back into the coffin.


His eyes were somewhat red, but his spirits seemed somewhat lifted as he sat on the other side of the table, holding a sheathed sword.


His sword had been shattered by Wang Anfeng using finger force during their confrontation; this smaller one, slightly sleeker, was his junior sister's sheathed sword, obtained from Yan Ling, and the deceased girl's belongings were also laid on the table.


Chapter 107: A Bowl of Noodles (1/2)