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?

Under the vast skies, the number of lads who fancied swinging a sword was the highest, perhaps because swords and sabers were convenient to conceal and carried a dashing air when slung over one's back, adding a touch of vitality.


Which young hero of the Jianghu, aged sixteen or seventeen, did not dream of displaying great martial prowess to win the heart of a maiden?


If one were to wield an axe instead, what would that look like?


Perhaps it was because several swordsmen in the past century had been too dazzling, leaving no room in the eyes of those who followed for any other kind of weapon. The old immortals in the Imperial Astronomical Bureau used to say that the stars in the sky are still there during the day.


But with the fierce sun shining overhead during the day, lighting up heaven and earth, the faint glow of the stars can hardly be seen, let alone with several suns present. If you can't see it, how can you recognize it?


Chapter 175 Sword Sect (2/2)