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 Hour of Chen had not yet passed, and it was the time when martial artists began their entrance into training, starting to temper their bodies. Amidst the sound of the wind, one could hear the faint whooshing of fists slicing through the air as they practiced.


A gray donkey had leisurely made its way up the back path of the mountain.


On the donkey's back were two Taoists, one of whom was older. Although handsome, his face was filled with laziness.


With half-closed eyes, the Taoist on the donkey's back swayed back and forth as the donkey climbed, as if at any moment he might tumble off and roll down the steps.


But no matter how fiercely he swayed, he never fell off, simply making onlookers anxious, almost wishing they could push him so he would just roll down quickly rather than continue to sway and irritate them.


Chapter 196: The Number One Manor in the World (1/2)