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Why do I have so many masters?

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)

Yan ZK · sci-fi
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307 Chs

Chapter 46: The Follow-Up, Interrogation

Qingfeng Edge belonged to the Hidden Sword Sect.

These three girls clad in white had been traveling with Wang Anfeng and others, and only now did they display the formidable prowess typical of legitimate heirs of a renowned sect, their movements graceful yet powerful. They managed to entrap a Seventh Rank Martial Artist who lived off the edge of his blade, their green umbrellas poking at three vital acupoints around his body, the Qi Force reverberating, lifting the curtain of rain.

The man's mouth opened, but he was unable to speak, his body swayed, and he fell straight into the muddy ground.

The music from the zither ceased.

Wang Anfeng's palm rested on the zither strings, his fingers slightly trembling.

His breathing somewhat hurried, a sense of having narrowly escaped great peril surfaced in his mind, a green umbrella was held above his head, shielding him from the pouring rain.