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.
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Why do I have so many masters?

Baili Feng walked in the military outpost, his eyes taking in the burly soldiers of the Great Qin.


The camp housed three hundred soldiers, from a single Eighth Rank Defending General, two Colonels, and adding himself, a mere Military Adviser, that was all.


This was essentially a nail that the Protectorate General of Great Qin had hammered into the Northern Region.


A nail firmly guarding the border of Great Qin.


The renowned general of the era, Che Hongbo, once said that if all the outpost camps scattered across the Northern Region were linked, they would form the vast frontier of Great Qin, a frontier where every inch was soaked with the blood of the Qin people. To retreat a step meant to tread on blood-soaked soil, on a ground littered with white bones.


Baili Feng didn't particularly care for such talk. It was something anyone could conclude, he reckoned. Reluctantly, he went to pay his respects to Luo Yongjie.


Chapter 158: Beacon Fires Lit, Gazing North from the River and Mountains (2/2)