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?

Like a rushing thunder, the group suddenly stopped in an inconspicuous corner of Great Liang Village as if mercury had spilled, their breathes not the slightest bit disordered.


The chilling and deadly aura that reached one's bones did not dissolve in the slightest but grew even denser.


The leader looked at the locked yard before him and lifted his chin slightly.


The man behind him stood out, dismounted, and walked briskly to the door. He pushed it, but the door did not budge. His right hand drew a dagger from his waist, pulled upwards, and a somewhat green-rusted lock broke in half, falling to the ground. He put away the dagger and pushed open the door.


The remaining riders spurred their horses inside. The leader looked at the yard, which was simple and worn even by typical mountain village standards, chuckled softly, and placed his hand on his waist, gripping the handle of his sword without saying a word.


Chapter 181: Masked Sword Bearer, One Man Army (2/2) (3500)