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?

Logically, he shouldn't have felt idle, with the festival approaching, even the poorest families would want to have a good meal and buy a few pounds of meat to take home, and as a butcher, this was the busiest time of the year for him. Yet, even with so much work waiting for him, he just couldn't muster up the energy and felt listless.


Busy for most of his life, he now couldn't stand being idle.


His son had also gotten married recently, and after much discussion, for the sake of the child, he up and left for the city. Relying on his decent martial arts skills and the inner strength he had honed since a young age, he became a martial master at a martial arts school. Though it was tiring, he had managed to settle down in the city.


Initially, his son had indeed wanted to take him along.


Chapter 146: Someone Returns Home (1/2)