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?

Mr. Ying was known for his aloofness and rarely showed such solemnity.


Not daring to neglect, Wang Anfeng closed all the doors and windows before quickly stepping into the inner room.


The bed in this elegant chamber was a large, carved wooden one, placed at the very back, with two layers of thick curtains hanging down from above. From the outside, one couldn't see what the person inside was doing.


This arrangement had originally been designed for romantic affairs, but it now conveniently served Wang Anfeng. Lifting his hands, he let the two layers of curtains fall, ensuring his privacy and no longer needing to worry about being detected from outside.


He then took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, calmed his mind, and revealed the string of Buddha Beads around his right wrist with a gesture, paused, and whispered,


"I want to return to Shaolin Temple..."


The familiar sensation once again enveloped Wang Anfeng.


Chapter 139: Coward (2/2)