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?

In his mind, he unexpectedly recalled last year's reunion beneath Fufeng City, where the young girl clearly had injuries, her breathing unstable, her body bearing the remnants of a fierce battle's Sword Qi, yet she only smiled and asked if he had missed her.


Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands, the Qi Mechanism of ancestral Martial Artists, directly entering the opportunity of the Grandmaster, even attaining the Great Grandmaster—with the highest position holding the Dharma of the True Immortal of the Land.


Countless Martial Artists would turn against each other for this, drawing blades in a blood battle.


Yet he still remembered that moment under the candlelight, when the young girl tilted her head to look at him and blinked, her voice softened and sweet under the golden-red candlelight.


Chapter 52 The Moonlight of That Year (7752 Combined 1)_4