Why do I have so many masters? Novel

A turbulent Jianghu trembles under the iron grip of Great Qin's leader, whose Mo Blade has scarred the world. Immortal masters command the peaks, reshaping destiny with a gesture, while legendary warriors stride across mountains and cleave heavens with their blades—only to surrender to fleeting pleasures and wine.

The Taoist philosopher draws his sword; the Scholar drowns in liquor. A ragged beggar, wielding nothing but a decayed branch, dares infiltrate the ancestral halls of the Taoist Sect. On a willow-shaded bridge, a withered sage emerges from thirty years of meditation, a peach blossom in hand. One casual flick shatters ten miles of crimson light.

As the era transforms from Great Qin to Great Yuan, a boy carrying only a wooden sword abandons his quiet village and steps into legend.