My Many Masters

Strife grips the martial world in an age of great contention.

The ruler of Great Qin wields a long-bladed war saber, beating the whole world black and blue. An undying old master of the martial world crouches atop a mountain; with a backward glance, he leaves all beneath heaven at his feet.

Mighty warriors measure the earth on foot. Gallant swordsmen cleave the heavens with a single stroke-only to collapse, drunk, into a beauty's arms a moment later.

Taoist priests bear swords upon their backs. Scholars lose themselves in wine.

A beggar in tattered clothes picks up a rotten branch and dares to storm the ancestral seat of Taoism. At a pavilion beside a willow-lined embankment, a man who has sat in stillness for thirty years finally rises and departs. Peach blossoms in hand, he raises his arm and shatters ten miles of red wedding candles.

Great Qin adopts a new era name: Great Origin.

A youth with a wooden sword on his back steps out of his mountain village.

(One female lead.)

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