Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Xu Chuxiang drank the last drop of fish soup with lingering satisfaction, then politely thanked the pock-faced teenager.


"Sister Xu, besides Elder Lame, the fish soup made by Pock-face Brother is the best in the village," said the village girl with a name that initially made Xu Chuxiang laugh.


Under the enthusiastic recommendation of the girl, Xu Chuxiang eventually drank the fish soup that the pock-faced teenager had specially brought over.


Originally, she thought he was a young man, but Zhang Yadan had just told her that Pock-face Brother was actually not even 18 years old yet.


However, before drinking the soup, Uncle Han still cautiously suggested that he should try it first.


Chapter 32 What to Do