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?

"Your Highness, allowing those two to be alone, I'm worried..."


The Seventh Prince chuckled softly, interrupting him, and said,


"Worried that Tuoba Yue would hand over the keys to Baili Feng?"


When he mentioned Baili Feng, his body instinctively stiffened, and although he was trying his best to restrain himself, the close attendant could still vaguely sense the young man's hatred and fear for those three words.


Helian Zhizhi pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing the lingering fear in his mind, and continued,


"Baili Feng is practically a cripple now."


"Furthermore, what can a mere Eighth Rank Military General who has left the battlefield do here? He can't even escape, let alone run for his life. It's nothing but a disorderly flight, an insignificant attempt shaking the tree, completely overestimating himself."


"I will order people to stand guard outside during these days."


Chapter 162 The Strong Wind from the West!!! (10,000-word mega-update, the author is already exhausted)_2