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?

"It's my turn, you surnamed Ying! Let me out!"


Hong Luoyu yelled out loud, suspended in mid-air.


The scholar in the green shirt had a face as cold as the ice in the twelfth lunar month.


Wu Changqing, however, just smiled without saying a word, as if he didn't care about whether he could get out or not.


Among the seven great sects of the Jianghu, Medicine King Valley's specialty was not battle but stood mediocre in both offense and defense among the grand martial arts institutions of the Jianghu, with Inner Strength that couldn't compare to that of Shaolin Wudang or Mysterious Sect, distinguishing itself only with unrivaled medical poison techniques.


Although Wu Changqing possessed profound Inner Strength, he wasn't a martial artist known for direct confrontations.


Chapter 184 Murder Plot, Bait - Who's The Target? (5400 words, 2-in-1)