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?

The great Qingji fish, which had frolicked in the pool beneath Myriad Swords Peak for generations, never imagined that disaster would strike today.


A pair of sword-wielding disciples, one older and one younger, had been craving this for three years—the mere one fish per person was hardly enough to soothe the ache of longing in their hearts.


Initially, Lin Qiaofu felt a pang of guilt about so many fish from the creek being eaten all at once, but then the aroma wafted over her, and she consoled herself. This time Wang Anfeng had come, a full three years since his last visit. Who knew how many years it would be until the next?


They had eaten many fish this time, but if they divided the amount of grilled fish across each day of those three years, it wouldn't seem too much.


A day's share was less than a small bite—eating that much, she felt completely justified.


Chapter 177: Qingfeng Edge and Thousand Autumn Snow (2/2)