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?

Amid the booming explosion, the palm of the Jue Que Sword Master froze inch by inch.


With his sword momentum obstructed, the originally lingering chill on the sword edge erupted. A deep blue frosty air wave burst from around the woman, instantly freezing the ground within a radius. Gong Yu cast a quick glance in the direction of Lin Qiaofu and the others.


After freezing, the palm was no longer as defensively solid and was gruesomely torn open while Gong Yu was withdrawing her sword.


The once robust palm had turned a deep blue, with a hint of dark purple. The blood that didn't have time to emerge was frozen by the remaining chill. At this moment, the palm was still trembling slightly—it had been rendered useless by Gong Yu's opportunistic strike.


Chapter 184 Murder Plot, Bait - Who's The Target? (5400 words, 2-in-1)_2