Category: The Brave Swordsman in the Snow

As dusk fell, Xu Fengnian finally reached the source of the Ruoshui River at the border of the Baoping Prefecture. It was a lush oasis, like a green pearl In

It couldn’t exactly be said that he came filled with anticipation, nor could it be claimed that he left in disappointment. Xu Fengnian remained in the guise

A rare visitor arrived at the small willow-filled estate on Jingtu Mountain, and the white-robed man, its master, personally stood at the gate to welcome him

Song Yujing was a mediocre Catcher of Dragonflies, not young but already twenty-five years old, yet he had been lying dormant for twelve years on the grand n

Xu Beizhi, normally a man of few words who wouldn’t utter a sound even if beaten with sticks, would become a chatterbox once he had a few drinks, especially

The girl who had just finished singing a little ditty about “Do you know? Do you know?” leaned over a bench, turning her head and catching sight of the man e

Nowadays, people know only the Plum Wine, but have forgotten the name of the Momentary Spear.
Xu Fengnian sat on a huge rock beside a stream, taking o

Cunning often outwits itself.
Xu Fengnian originally relied on a sinister creature to erase his tracks, then doubled back to the Rou Ran Mountains. Al

Before her, none dared to claim a lineage of master marksmen. Wang Xiu’s status in the world of spear fighting was akin to Li Chungan’s in the realm of sword

Left-Hand Blade.
The stream cascaded downward on both sides like a waterfall. Fifth He stood firm like a central pillar in a raging river, squinting a