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?

In front of him, the Greenstone Giant Sword had finally ceased moving or, more accurately, had completed its transformation.


The fierce aura, though illusory, had already stirred the Heaven and Earth. Creating this phenomenon to disrupt reality, it could churn the sea of clouds and claim noble lives.


Inside the Shaolin Temple, the Scholar in the green robe opened his half-closed eyes, while the Ancient Taoist casually drinking his tea raised an eyebrow and lifted his tea cup, taking a gentle sip before smiling warmly and saying,


"This young one does indeed have good fortune…"


Wu Changqing stroked his beard and laughed,


"Anfeng's fortune has always been good."


"Though he has faced many life-threatening dangers, he has never truly suffered from them."


Hong Luoyu hung upside down in the air, swinging idly, and said thoughtlessly,


Chapter 166: The Body Dies but the Path Remains (1/2)