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?

Wang Anfeng and his companions spent half a month traveling to Wanling City, enjoying the journey's sights and playing in the water to their heart's content, although they were quite exhausted from the adventure.


Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu normally conversed only about the Sword Dao. A few days ago, while resting by Tai Ping Lake, Lin Qiaofu, who had never seen such a large river or lake, held the oars in the center of the lake, staring wide-eyed at the astonishing view of the lake water blending with the clouds. Meanwhile, the two of them simply sat in the pavilion at the lake's heart, discussing the Sword Dao.


An elderly man dressed in green with white hair, Uncle Ji, was kneeling beside them with Jue Que slung on his back, listening in rapt attention, utterly captivated.


Chapter 226 Wanling Plum Blossoms (1/2)