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?

The encampment located below the Qingfeng Edge's mountain gate had now descended into utter chaos.


The changes in the heavenly phenomena in the vicinity of the Sword Array were clearly visible even from the center of Qingfeng Edge, let alone from their location, which was merely a few miles away.


When Wang Anfeng once fought with an elder from the Immortal Pavilion, the manifestation of the Azure Dragon Soaring to the Sky from the Bagua Poison Formation had already been enough to envelop this area, so what of now?


It was as if the earth and mountains themselves were shaking; most of those who practiced swordsmanship here were but ordinary swordsmen of Jianghu who, unable to find a way to enter the ranks, had come to this place. Where had they ever seen such a commotion?


The only sound left in their ears was the solemn ringing of sword cries.


Chapter 167: The White-Haired Bow Their Heads, The Young Draw Their Swords (2/2)