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 felt excruciating pain in several parts of his body.


Moving his fingers, he only triggered a wave of lingering pain, prompting an involuntary groan.


Breathing sharply and weakly, Baili Feng slightly adapted to his condition and looked around. Dimly, he could only make out the iron bars of the cell door.


There was no lamp, the only light came from a crevice above, providing the sole source of illumination.


He heard nothing outside, but he could imagine there must be guards.


And certainly not just a few. Though it was but a battlefield of a few thousand, with no great generals, he still ought to count as having charged through the ranks and slain officers.


Well, almost having done so. This treatment shouldn't be considered excessive.


Baili Feng cracked a smile, unsure if it was a self-mocking gesture or one of pride.


Chapter 161: Severely Wounded and Dying Body (2/2)