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?

From 300 li away, Capital Commandant Gong Rui, who had rushed over after receiving military orders from the army camp, had not yet met the local County Magistrate and was already clad in armor, leading the soldiers from the camp to patrol within the city.


The County Magistrate, who had been apprehensive, felt a chill rise up his spine when he saw the imposing and mighty presence of a hundred soldiers, yet he also breathed a sigh of relief.


He felt that the heroes of the world were nothing more than this, and the situation in the city was now worry-free. By noon, it was time to receive these soldiers and cleanse them of the dust of travel.


He had intended to host them at his own residence and prepare some good dishes.


Chapter 123: 23 Years Cleansing the Mortal World (3/5)