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?

Almost tens of thousands of crimson silk ribbons were fluttering throughout the camp, like flowing flames, high and distant, beyond a single glance.


As the wind passed through the camp, from atop the highest pagoda, red long streamers fell from above, the pagoda, seven stories high, a young girl stood quietly with her hands folded over her abdomen.


A wind came from the west—strong winds from the west.


The wind stirred the girl's black hair, her expression serene and dignified.


The bell tolled, the music was magnificent and grand, ready for the ceremony tonight, with maidens already dancing beneath the pavilion.


Flushing red clouds of sleeves waving, delicate but forceful, spreading far and wide, meandering around.


Chapter 162: A Great Wind Blows from the West!!! (10,000-Word Mega Update, the Author is Exhausted)_7