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?

Wang Anfeng had always maintained his skills in fist and palm martial arts.


He started learning martial arts with the Shaolin Changquan at Shaolin Temple and later focused on mastering the Prajna Palm. Over the years, he diligently practiced, his mastery of these techniques becoming increasingly profound, yet different from the common philosophies of fist techniques such as the Heavenly Thunder Fist created by Libai.


This martial art could hardly be considered a fist technique.


Although it included moves for breaking and countering attacks, the core concept involved channeling the martial artist's finely honed Gang Thunder Force into the opponent's internal organs, gradually accumulating it, and then releasing the force collected from three, five, or even ten punches in one breath, bursting forth from within, destroying the opponent's defenses.


Chapter 144: Heavy Snow in the Human World, Perfect for Returning Home (1/2)