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?

Before the grand mansion of the Red Gang, Yue Chengsi saw the young man he had barely managed to capture being let go. He was already unable to contain his rage, and upon hearing that statement from Ah Ping, his anger surged uncontrollably to his head as he let out consecutive sinister laughs, saying:


"It seems this naive young calf has sought out my Red Gang to make a name for himself, haha, very well, I wonder which sect or family this brave young hero hails from, to have such gall?!"


He had merely been passing by and saw a robust man pressing the youngster under a handcart full of grass and pushing it toward this location. When he saw the brute pull him down harshly, his mind instinctively recalled an event from three years ago.


How similar it was to that past event...


Chapter 133: Youthful Spirit (Two in One)