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.
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Wang Anfeng thought about the reason for coming to this city and suddenly felt he should thank Xi Ming more. He secretly decided to prepare enough snacks for Xi Ming to eat along the way. Xue Qinshuang, smiling, said, "I heard you defeated the Sect Master of the Flying Spirit Sect before the New Year and also drove back your opponents from the Western Regions to the First Estate?"


Wang Anfeng replied, "The Flying Spirit Sect was just a stroke of luck."


"As for the First Estate, that was because Sikou's martial arts were strong enough. I only held off some common Jianghu people ascending the mountain. It wasn't as exaggerated as the rumors in Jianghu."


Xue Qinshuang joked, "In that case, isn't the Master of Divine Martial just a person with a reputation but no real skills?"


Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, "Perhaps so."


Chapter 1479 - Chapter 85: The Hairpin (Double Length) (Part 2)