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?

Yuchi Jie carried his right hand on his back as he walked out of his guest room. He did not immediately go downstairs to wander around but stood on this floor, merely separated by a carved window sill, gazing at the outside scenery.


The location chosen for this inn was naturally a place where people come and go, and within Jing Feng City, it was considered not bad, but it was far from being comparable to State City or County City.


Yuchi Jie looked around for quite a while but didn't spot any exceptionally beautiful women; there were only ordinary citizens and towel-headed children, who were of no interest to those pampered nobles from Noble Clans.


Yet, he still declared with satisfaction, "Not bad," retracted his gaze, and appeared even more refreshed and clear-headed.


Chapter 195: Once an Immortal Calculated Fortune (5200 words, 2-in-1)