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, dressed in his green shirt and with a sword on his back, once again set out on the path of the Wanderer, strolling on the Immortal Forgetting Imperial Road.


The clip-clop of horse hooves against the ground, the barren trees on either side retreating into the distance, there weren't many travelers, and the tranquility almost lulled him to sleep.


He didn't employ the Qinggong of Divine Thieves Sect that allowed for wind-riding and soaring through the sky, nor did he pull out that fiery-red, slender horse from Shaolin Temple.


Beneath him was but a common, red-date horse, sauntering forward at a leisurely pace, his back laden with a blue bundle containing a bit of dry provisions and some hidden weapons.


He didn't bring that dark, sheath-less Heavy Blade, nor the conspicuous horse.


Chapter 157: Dressed in Blue, Riding Horseback Leaving Behind the Immortal Realm (1/2)