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?

This sentence really has a misleading intent.


At the very least, among those from Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu, who enjoyed lively scenes the most in his life, now had his eyes light up. He had just been lying languidly in the air and without any apparent movement, he had already appeared in front of that illusion, floating.


His eyes fixed on the outside, an inexplicable expression emerged on his face as he chuckled, then he laughed out loud, his face full of an 'every man understands' look.


If this demeanor were to be thrown into a bustling market, eight or nine out of ten young ladies would deem him a shameless philanderer and, blushing, would hit him with a clothes pole.


Of course, this world still judges by appearances.


Chapter 172: Severing the Jade Void, Entering the Mortal World (3600) (1/2)