Peace Order

To tell the truth, this martial world is hard to traverse. It’s full of pitfalls and doesn’t hold much interest. Each day, doing laundry makes one’s scalp tingle, and it’s uncertain where the daily food expenses will come from. The most painful thing is that the sword wasn’t cared for and rusted, making it impossible to draw.

Jianghu? A damn jianghu, just a bunch of people with no interest, unwilling to be dogs, wandering aimlessly.

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When people hear of a martial artist, few truly respect them unless they’re one of those with extraordinary martial arts skills. Masters live comfortably regardless of their presence in the jianghu, but for ordinary people, jianghu is merely about the basics, enduring glares. At such times, wanderers like to find something to do.

Rankings or jianghu masters, there must be something interesting, lest one dies of boredom.

But witnessing this battle here...

The martial artists realized that there is some charm in this jianghu.

The Sword Madman seemed to say something, and then the five palace masters and three legendary figures exchanged glances, letting go of their high-minded demeanor, and each exhibited their unique skills, striking together.

The military god wielded a spear, the formation leader set formations, and behind the Taoist sect, the yin yang reincarnates.

Su Wang laughed heartily, the giant bore his sword, the Taoist’s innate played the zither, the living Buddha recited sutras.

Martial artists felt that dying here was worth it.