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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 · ไซไฟ

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Chapter 108: Flying Hong Luoyu, Jianghu Grudges, The Number One God Thief in the World (2/2)

Hong Luoyu felt as if he were in a dream.

All his past played back in his mind, from leaving home at a young age, apprenticing to learn martial arts, and wandering through Jianghu. It was like a bustling dream world, vividly appearing in his mind before scattering away. Then, it was as if he was hazily falling from the clouds, dropping back into the mortal world.

The sensation of his body slowly re-emerged in his mind.

A tickling sensation at the tip of his nose made it impossible for him to "sleep on," and, rather annoyed, he opened his eyes, only to see a face he wished never to see again. His scalp tingled, and he instantly became as alert as he could be, reflexively shrinking his neck backwards and saying,

"I, you, I, I, I..."

Standing before him, a scholar in a blue robe squatted emotionlessly, twiddling a foxtail grass at his nose. Seeing Hong Luoyu open his eyes, the scholar only glanced at him indifferently, still expressionless, provocatively waving the piece of grass.

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