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

The voice speaking was dull, as if muffled thunder, Li Guanyi was stunned and slightly surprised. Fang Ziqiao, the warm and smiling eldest disciple, said, "Speaking of which, I haven't yet had a chance to talk to you, Guan Yi."


"When we heard you had come to the Academy but went to seek Wen He, we were worried you might be at a disadvantage..."


Fang Ziqiao, Du Keming, Wei Xuancheng, and the disciples under Mr. Wang Tong all stared at the young boy sitting there and the prostrate genius of the Academy, Wen He, falling silent as their thoughts briefly solidified.


After a long time, these disciples of Confucianism, nominally from the same sect as Li Guanyi, thought, no, true to the Qilin indeed!


Yes, worthy of being the Qilin of turbulent times, even Wen He has fallen!


Chapter 88 The Good Fruit of the Qilin