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 young man rushed into the courtyard with excitement in his eyes, shouting loudly:


The wooden door was suddenly pushed open, but no one came out immediately. It took a few moments before a man's hoarse voice was heard, composed yet seemingly displeased, saying:


"If he has arrived, he has arrived, what is this unnecessary shouting?"


"Has all your Qi Nurturing Technique gone to the dogs?"


Along with the voice, a somewhat portly middle-aged man holding a sword walked out of the courtyard. He saw Hong Feibai standing upright, his expression momentarily stunned, his eyes slightly relieved, but then he noticed the young man's bloodstained shoulder and the aura about him, and realizing the latter's indifferent aura, his thick eyebrows furrowed again. Already agitated, his voice turned cold as he said:


"Why didn't you return to the mountain?!"


Chapter 114 A Fleeting Moment of Splendor Passes (1/2)