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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"But at least, it won't be just these few people. The weight of the Zhan Lu Sword is far more important to them than to us. As for why it's just these few people who came?"


"Perhaps the leader is arrogant and takes his time, sending some people ahead; or perhaps they came to probe, so they came over. In any case, they must not be far away, and they probably don't know there's an ambush here."


Sheng Zhehan furrowed his brows tightly, pondering the current situation, and said in a deep voice:


"At this moment, the attention of the martial world in the thirty-six Western Regions is focused on the Great Wilderness Stronghold affair."


"News from there surely hasn't spread yet. If it did, such a huge loss might cause more of a stir in the Jianghu than the affair at the Great Wilderness Stronghold itself... This is the best opportunity."


Chapter 1242 - Chapter 244: Winds Rise in Loulan (Double-Length)