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?

On the day Hong Hui passed away, Hong Feibai practiced his swordsmanship all night in the back mountains.


At sunrise, atop the back mountains, there rose Sword Qi soaring to the skies, with a sword's cry clear and lingering, continuing without end.


In just one night, Hong Feibai of the Heavenly Sword Sect advanced from Eighth Rank to Seventh Rank.


When Wang Anfeng saw him again the next day, this swordsman, initially met with unbridled boldness, had calmed down, yet despite being only in his twenties, his temples had started to show strands of white hair, but his aura had become even more stable and tranquil.


"Will Young Hero Wang be staying here for a couple more days?"


The elderly man clad in white sat by the pavilion, pouring tea into the cup before Wang Anfeng, speaking in a rather placid tone. Yet, his eyes and brows contained traces of Sword Qi, not to be underestimated.


Chapter 127: Legacy (1/2)