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

"We are like weeds in troubled times; as long as our roots aren't plucked out, we will survive no matter what, eating grass or tree bark—survival is a must, isn't it?"


"To survive, to be stuck in the mud, to be trampled on the ground, we must live on."


"As long as we live, one day we'll see an era of peace and prosperity."


Li Guanyi turned around and saw that many things had been placed on his table.


The people who had sensed his presence and followed him in the shadows had come; they put down their offerings, small and not very valuable things, sunflower seeds, peanuts, roasted broad beans, a full table of them. Li Zhaowen closed her folding fan and lightly tapped it against her palm, pondering for a moment before standing up.


Watching the scene quietly, the old shopkeeper placed a pot of tea on the table and said softly:


"The offerings may not be much, but they're genuine. You're welcome to the tea anytime you visit."


Chapter 127: Repay Kindness, Seek Revenge_3