Category: The Brave Swordsman in the Snow

Just as Xu Fengnian was about to seek the so-called sword aura from the mute sword fanatic, a shrill, pig-slaughter-like wail erupted, carrying the heart-wre

Xu Fengnian scooped up a handful of pebbles from the lakebed and tossed them onto the shore before diving back into the icy depths of the deep pool. He repea

A true master understands the flow of qi, a dynasty possesses its destiny, and a sect has its own aura.
The world of Daoism stands on three pillars. L

The eighty-one peaks of Wudang all bow toward the grand summit, their spiritual beauty unparalleled, yet an anomaly emerged atop the glazed peak. At Little L

Xufengnian woke up with a splitting headache, swaying as he sat up. He grabbed a bamboo water flask from the bedside and took a sip of spring water before he

Mount Nalanda?
That place embodies an extreme form of reverence. Before entering Nalanda, many of its practitioners held lofty worldly identities—perh

It seemed the young girl who had grown up in the temple was relieved upon hearing Xu Fengnian’s praise—this was her first time applying rouge. Just as she wa

For ordinary mortals, Nalanda Mountain holds two irresistible temptations: the promise of instant enlightenment and the practice of dual cultivation between

Xu Weixiong was not only an intimidating presence to the exiled princess Jiang Ni of the Western Chu Kingdom, but even Hongshu—a gentle and unambitious senio

Although three hundred thousand armored cavalry were stationed at the border, their iron-clad presence did little to bring peace to the Northern Liang fronti