Wuxia + ensemble cast + no romance + absurd comedy + fantasy
When Si Chang’an’s fluttering insect wings unleashed a locust plague across the city, Fang Linglong, master of the Linglong Pavilion, was squatting on a rooftop, munching on fried locusts.
“Crispy and dripping with oil, great for boosting your energy and virility!” she shouted through a megaphone. “Limited-edition golden locust skewers, just like the Gu King’s!”
The Qingyue Sect disciples flew through the sky on their swords, writing advertising slogans, only to be knocked all over the place by the locust swarm. Amid the rain of locusts sliced down by sword energy, An Mingyuan glowered as he caught a street vendor stealing his sect’s techniques. The man was using the sword move “Moonset Over the Long River” to sprinkle cumin on his skewers.
“Senior Brother, I had to make a living…” the vendor said with a fawning grin, holding out a skewer. “Want one? Half price for the second.”
