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?

Xu Yulong stared blankly at the young man across from him, then lowered his head to observe the trembling bodies of the martial artists around him.


He was not a foolish man; being able to cultivate a moderately complex Internal Strength Manual to the Seventh Rank and securing a nearly high-level position in his sect at his age, he could not possibly be a fool.


Seeing the reactions of these martial artists, he had naturally guessed the reason.


The man sitting at the tea shop across the way was the scholar the disciples had mentioned, who traveled with Hong Feibai from the Heavenly Sword Sect and was extremely skilled with hidden weapons.


They had previously received secret information and had dispatched two Seventh Rank stewards from their sect to ambush the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect along his usual route, but they had received no word back.


Chapter 118: Taoist in the Snow Initiates Yin and Yang (1/2)