Faraway Wanderers – Chapter 10

Chapter 10. Netherworld

Zhou Zishu stared at the handprint for a while, then turned the corpse front-down, undressing the body’s upper half—another handprint was on his back at the same position.

Wen Kexing sighed, “Was he branded, or the attack went through his body?”

Han Shan – Chapter 1

Chapter 1. The One With Snow Will Rule the World

Ji Xiao-zhenren had fallen.

Han Shan Sword Sect arranged a grand funeral for him, placing his memorial tablet in the sect’s ancestral hall. Countless cultivation sects came to attend the ceremony, gathering at the foot of Mount Han¹ to listen to the death knell.  Over a hundred renowned figures with proper titles were invited up the mountain to offer condolences inside the memorial.

Faraway Wanderers – Chapter 9

Chapter 9. In the Woods

Zhao Jing of Tai Hu, also referred to as the Swordsman of Qiu Shan, was once a renowned figure.

Before they got to Tai Hu, Zhou Zishu had been looking forward to meeting this elusive hero whose name preceded his appearance. The anticipation grew when he caught wind of the news that Yu Tianjie — the only son of Hua Shan Sect’s patriarch, along with Mu Yunge — lord of Duan Jian Mountain Manor and Sir “One-Eyed” Jiang Che would also be at the same place.

Han Shan – Prologue

Prologue

It was a time of peace across three realms¹.

Ji Xiao-zhenren visited the Great Celestial Lake to ask for spiritual medicine that could help one reshape the body and shed their old form to live anew.

Faraway Wanderers – Chapter 8

Chapter 8. Moonshade

The sound made by the zither was incredibly thin, like a binding spider web coming from every direction, carrying deadly treacherous intentions.

Gu Xiang also felt the insides of her body churning at the sound, but she was quick to assess the situation, immediately forcing herself to calm down.

Faraway Wanderers – Chapter 7

Chapter 7. Setting Off

When Zhou Zishu made Zhang Chengling pass out, he did it out of fear that the boy would harbor too many bad thoughts; calming him down was a necessity. There was barely any force to it, so the boy woke up not long after the strange Wen Kexing arrived.

He opened his eyes, dazedly staring at the ceiling as if his soul had left the body. Until yesterday he was still the Zhang’s young master, pampered by many — even when his tutor told him that he was utterly stupid and useless, even when his martial art teacher was secretly disappointed that he was just bad mud, unable to plaster walls¹ — his life was happy and content.