San Chan Kun Novels & Stories

Tian Su then ran towards their Shizun with an excited smile and showed his hand to Cian Xia. “Shizun here,” he said. His voice filled with excitement and impatience. Cian Xia looked at him for a second and couldn't help but sigh. He can’t believe he had such jolly and impatient disciples, who can’t wait for it’s turn to be called. Different from Wun Lan. To be continued.

Sam felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of the name Chan. Shit! Why the heck did he suddenly feel like he was so close? Oh God! He needed to know. He needed to find out. He knew without a doubt these two sisters were related to Chan. It was hard to miss, for heaven’s sake. Their features were so similar. There was no mistake. “Chan?” he asked. “Our eldest,” Dara said. “We call her Chan. It’s her nickname. Her real name is Chandra. Like the moon in Sanskrit.”

he continued wisely, this is the first time Zou has spoken at length advising someone other than his best friend Jeno. Kun was stunned to hear Zou's long words, he was silent for a moment digesting all the words that came out of Zou's mouth. Then he looked into his sister-in-law's hazel eyes. "Bang Chan is lucky to have a wife like you," said Kun patting Zou's shoulder while showing his sweet smile. Zou was the same, returned Kun's smile sincerely. Ehem.... Suddenly the two turned around, found Chanle with her flagship face standing beside them with her hands folded over her chest.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

I stammered, my heart jackhammering away. "Getting a better look," he said with an impish grin and I felt my face and ears flush completely. Was he going to kiss me again? "Are you gay?" I asked as I averted my gaze from his captivating grey. "Not telling," he whispered and backed away from me. "I don't mind starting as friends though. I'm Higan." He stretched a hand out to me and I stared at it for a while. He gave his hand a shake to remind me that he was waiting and I took his hand before shaking it briefly.

Sachin looked at Severin with a solemn expression. He then said grimly, "Everyone underestimated you." With a subtle gesture, Sachin raised his hand. A dazzling light emanated from it and turned into a bronze halberd. The weapon stretched nine feet long, boasting a dragon-headed blade with sharp edges on both ends. Its bronze sheen exuded a formidable aura, marking it as a premier spiritual artifact.

Brian looked at Chaney. “Hello, I am Chaney Fox,” Chaney reached out his hand and smiled. Brian nodded and shook his hand. “Brian William.”

" Su Ling Said as she approach a middle age woman who is arranging the dried fish . " Aunt... Hye... I am one of the volunteer team , Su Ling , this is my friend Qin Yun . We can see you are drying the fish and the seafoods too. Will you sell them to us ?" Su Ling ask politely . " Owh... you can call me aunt Chan. How much do you . I have few more baskets in the house . The buyers will only come to take them to the city three days more. " Aunt Chan explain to them . " Aunt.... I want as many as you have. You can introduce others seller too . " Su Ling quickly said .

"How could he protect himself with the Divine Kung Fu? How could he not have the matchless Divine Kung Fu?" "Argh " Suzun screamed in pain, "Shen Jianchuan, you son of a bitch!" Shen Jianchuan laughed. "Don't you have a Divine Skill to protect your body? Can you feel pain?" Charles, "..." Yuri laughed. He could not hold back his laughter. They were just too fun. "I can't be bothered with you." Su Qian stretched out his head. When he saw Yuri's arrival, he suddenly had an appetite and smelled its fragrance.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.