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?

Wan Longke nearly vomited blood, feeling as though countless longswords were whistling and cleaving at his body, shredding his exposed skin with lacerations. The excruciating pain was intolerable. Unable to bear it, he withdrew his strength and retreated a full thirty feet.


The pavilion nearby had turned to dust.


Wan Longke, the Fifth Rank Incense Master known for his vigorous Inner Strength and overbearing swordsmanship, was actually defeated and forced to retreat in direct confrontation.


He was in a sorry state, but Hong Hui, whose Cultivation was a full rank and a half below Wan Longke's, was even more disheveled. Blood stained his sword robe, yet he was all the more exhilarated, more thrillingly elated!


"Ha ha ha, delightful, how utterly delightful!"


The man seemed fearless, leaning on his sword and laughing heartily.


Chapter 125 For My Heavenly Sword, Struggling for a Decade (5/5)