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?

Baili Feng surged forward with a single charge, continuously fighting, his Mo Blade swirling in his hand, he had reached a realm in combat he never thought possible.


All he could hear were the sounds of fighting, the shrill clash of weapons, and the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the ground; yet among these chaotic noises, his own breathing became increasingly clear.


The Mo Blade cleaved down, anger roared by the mighty warrior.


With a body full of fierce courage, even if a Seventh Rank warrior stood before him, they would be intimidated by the fierce intent to kill of a veteran, a single slash severing heads, time passing by losing its meaning, Baili Feng knew he was finally getting closer to his target.


His eyes widened, staring intensely at the somewhat panicked commander.


The man was just a youth, or a young adult.


Dressed in luxurious battle armor, behind him stood a strongman bearing the flag.


Chapter 159: Hatred and Madness, the Long Knife's Direction (6000 words combined into 1)_3