Category: The Brave Swordsman in the Snow

Chapter 250: Appetizers to Accompany the Wine

It was a rare moment of compassion from Xu Fengnian in the eyes of the world, but not long after, he couldn’t help but wish he could slap himself a couple of

Chapter 251: Selling Swords, Painting, and Sleeping in the Courtesan’s House

Xu Fengnian came to Liuxia City to kill, but arrived at Feihu City to seek someone. Because Xu Xiao had asked the Prince to deliver a message to that person.

Chapter 252: Do Not Die in a Foreign Land

The heir apparent, bearing a root-flesh mask, was naturally far from handsome. His pair of phoenix eyes, which lent him an air of softness, still suited the

Chapter 253: Where the Heart Does Not Chill

In the Bottle Alley of Feihu City, there stood four brothels facing the lake, as few as the fingers on one hand. Yet, an air of mutual hostility pervaded the

Chapter 254: Ru Yi

In the realm of vanity, a slap to one’s pride leaves a deeper grudge than a blow to the body. When one might erupt in violence depends on the depth of one’s

Chapter 255: Beyond the Northern Liang, the Xu Xiao’s Way

In the realm of love and desire, flirtatious words are often the best elixir to ignite passion between men and women. Of course, this is only true if the two

Chapter 256: A Noble Bird

In the Bottle Alley by Lake Jiaqing, every willow tree along the lakeshore was adorned with large red lanterns, making the night as bright as day. This was c

Chapter 257: Furrowed Eyebrows

With the flourishing of brothels within the city, the night curfew in Feihu City had been relaxed. At this hour, many vendors still walked the streets, calli

Chapter 258: Discussing the Northern Liang with the King of Northern Liang

Tao Manwu sat contentedly atop the shoulders of a certain villain, enjoying the panoramic view of the bustling temple fair. Suddenly, he noticed a masked man

Chapter 259: The Storm Approaches, the Heroic Depart—The Sword’s Aura Draws Near

Tao Manwu’s tiny head rested on Xu Fengnian’s broad shoulder as they returned to the inn. Solitary joy pales in comparison to shared delight, and the little