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?

In the bamboo forest behind Shaolin Temple,


two figures brandished swords against each other, their forms flickering as they rapidly struck with their bamboo swords in hand.


At this speed, ordinary eyes could hardly keep up with the two of them. Shadows lingered everywhere, and only the crisp sounds of collision and the sudden emergence of airwaves in various places could be heard.


Only martial artists who had cultivated their Pupil Skill, possessing extremely strong ocular power, could see this exchange clearly.


With a crisp sound, the lingering shadows in the courtyard instantly vanished, a sword's cry tore through the air, and the sharp sound of breaking the air was almost enough to make one's scalp tingle.


A green bamboo sword was thrust upside-down into the ground, its tip burying into the earth a full inch deep.


Chapter 142 Sitting Alone in a Secluded Bamboo Grove (1/2)