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 strolled out of the inn at a leisurely pace.


His expression and demeanor were now calm and composed. With a sword slung across his back, he walked down the street, silently calculating the time needed to travel to Qingfeng Edge.


The chestnut horse was still stored in the inn's stable, unburdened and at ease.


After all, since he was here, instead of hurrying through, he might as well take in the full view of the landscapes. If he could incorporate the mountains, rivers, and cities of Great Qin into his swordsmanship and palm techniques, that grandeur would surely be incomparable to ordinary martial arts.


It was still early, not yet the hour of Chen, and the streets were not as bustling as before, yet they still bore the signs of a prosperous era. Crowds moved to and fro; while it wasn't shoulder to shoulder, there was definitely a lively throng.


Chapter 160: Beacon Smoke Rises from the Frontier, Having the Will but Not the Power (1/2)