Yan ZK

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.
In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.
Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.
At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.
Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.
Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!
Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!
"I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

Peace Order

Li Guanyi did not expect that it wasn't Xue Shuangtao playing the zither. Seeing Xue Shuangtao's smug expression, he found himself momentarily at a loss for words. After a moment's thought, he gently clapped his hands and said candidly:


Xue Shuangtao had planned to "startle" Li Guanyi, but his frank and straightforward response left her somewhat embarrassed. She raised her fingers and twirled a lock of hair around her temple, begrudgingly saying, "Well, you do have a way with words."


"But is that all a great talent like yourself can say, just those two words?"


Li Guanyi thought for a moment and replied:


"Those lines of poetry I heard during my travels, they were not composed by me."


"Moreover, lines of verse often involve embellishments and techniques."


"Compared to that, I still feel these two words better express my feelings."


Chapter 97: Qilin, Take Your Place!