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?

Wang Anfeng halted, a look of slight bewilderment crossing his face.


He had spent about half a month traveling based on his memory of the location to arrive at the formation of the Qingfeng Edge, but what he saw before him was bustling activity, completely different from the lonely sight he had encountered three years earlier.


Was this truly beneath the mountain gate of the Qingfeng Edge?


He watched a man, who was carrying a bamboo basket full of food, walk by him, and a feeling of suspicion rose within him.


Someone took food from that man's hands and handed back a few copper coins, the man pocketed them, hoisted the bamboo basket, and continued on his way.


This almost resembled a village market.


Chapter 164 The Number One Sword in the World (1/2)