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?

Hong Feibai was dispirited and distraught as he stood up, his hand still gripping the sword tightly.


Wang Anfeng's gaze passed over him to look at the scenery pierced by the sword in the background, a hint of amazement in his eyes. The scene before him, carved out by the Sword Qi and lying in ruins, seemed no less captivating than the glazed vistas of the snow-covered Heavenly Mountain.


Such a strike, he himself could not deliver now.


Even though he had reached the Fifth Rank in his Inner Strength cultivation, that only meant enduring resilience, an endless stream of energy within him. But without his own understanding in swordsmanship, he still wouldn't be able to achieve what he saw before him.


Chapter 113: The Only Person with White Hair (Two-in-One)