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?

Behind Lin Qiaofu, a slender woman was dozing off with her arm as a pillow. Hearing the words "roast fish," she trembled violently and awoke from her slumber with a start.


However, her face didn't show anticipation or longing. Rather, it was filled with fear, as if she had encountered a ghost while walking at night. With hands and feet flailing, she began to crawl backward.


It wasn't until she realized that there were no charred objects in sight that she let out a sigh of relief. Sitting up straight, she wiped off the nonexistent cold sweat and said to Lin Qiaofu earnestly,


"Crucian carp tofu soup is much better, right? You should also have some nourishment..."


Her gaze landed on the young girl's thin and flat body, paused for a moment, and then with slightly more emphasis and a sigh, she added,


"Indeed, you do need some nourishment."


Chapter 176: The Story of the Fish Baker (1/2)