Ming Jian Legend: Breaking the Formation - Dragon's Roar

Author: Pi Deng
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Publish Date: 2006-05-01
Features: Suspenseful martial arts, a new novel genre. The pinnacle of suspenseful martial arts in 2006, highly recommended by Shi Dingrou and Teng Ping. Four young and charming girls, four suspenseful stories filled with intrigue. Waiting for your arrival.
By the shores of Dalin Lake in the northern grasslands, there lives a fierce lone female bandit named Long Qing, the dominant leader of a vast horse caravan. She lives life to the fullest, singing like wine. However, with the arrival of a young man heading north, the curtain of blood and iron begins to rise. The power struggles in the capital seep into the vast Great Wall at the edge of the frontier. National affairs and martial arts tales intertwine into legends; the love of lovers and the camaraderie of brothers merge into the thunderous roar of breaking formations. This is a tale of thrilling grandeur and joyful clarity, fit for three cups of wine.
The "Ming Jian Legend" series includes Volume 1: "Breaking Formation · Dragon's Roar," Volume 2: "Ding Feng · The Stalker," Volume 3: "In Dreams · Three Thieves," and Volume 4: "Wutong Shadow · Never Say Indifferent." The four novels follow different characters and are standalone stories yet interconnected. Reading them together is even more enjoyable. Please stay tuned.
As the vast Gengger Grassland gradually opens its arms, the entire caravan erupts in cheers. At first glance, it’s a common escort office within the inner regions—uniform flags, vehicle markings, and proper names. The only thing that catches the eye is a small, crimson talisman stuck on the red-painted escort carriage. Upon closer inspection, it depicts a phoenix in mid-flight, its posture sinuous and exuding a commanding aura more fierce than ordinary phoenix designs.
It’s late spring now, and the entire grassland is drenched in a proud shade of green, so vivid and vibrant, competing with the boundless blue sky. Dewdrops on the grass tips reflect the light of the rising sun, clear as a child’s eyes. Even the rough-hewn men in the caravan can’t help but be captivated by the scenery, their faces lighting up with smiles.
"Master! Look over there—that’s Dalin Lake!" A young man in his late teens pointed to the horizon, shouting in excitement. The one called "Master" was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a brocade robe over a black sable fur. Yet, he wore a neatly tied Lin Zong headband, suppressing his slanted eyebrows. Amidst the burly men around him, he seemed particularly slender. He lightly tapped his left folding fan against his right hand with approval. "Dandong, is that where you said the swans take flight?"
Dandong’s dark face glistened with sweat, his smile sincere as he nodded vigorously. "Yes, Master! We’ll reach the lake by evening today and set up camp. It’s the perfect season—definitely time to see the swans!"
The Master nodded slightly. "Alas, the little birds don’t know the ambitions of the great geese!"
Dandong quickly chimed in, "Red foxes? Yes, I heard from the master of the escort office that there really are red foxes here. If it’s autumn, their fur will grow so thick—oh, imagine how beautiful a hat made from it would be!"
The Master chuckled dryly. "Dandong, the geese and swans are the ones I’m referring to—where are the foxes?"