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.
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Why do I have so many masters?

However, although there were already many sect forces and numerous grudges here, when placed in the context of the entire Great Qin, set against the vast Jianghu, they seemed hardly worth mentioning.


Even though the three sects stirred up storms in this county, the Fire Refining Sect, which in those years suppressed these three sects from even raising their heads, was known throughout the whole Great Qin Jianghu solely for its unique Art of Weapon Refinement, and was considered second-rate in terms of martial arts.


Wang Anfeng could not help but feel an inexplicable longing.


With a sigh, he gathered his thoughts, aware of the youth holding the wooden sword outside the Red Gang estate, standing desolately where he was, it took a long time before he turned around, lifting his sword, wandering out aimlessly, Wang Anfeng didn't need to ask to know what he was feeling right now.


Chapter 133: Youthful Spirit (Two in One)_3