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

Han Biao sat on a large, flat cobblestone.


His back wasn't erect but slightly curved, like a cat about to pounce. His shoulders were relaxed, his hands naturally hanging at his sides, his legs apart by the width of a fist, his toes touching the ground, and his heels floating an inch above the ground.


This was a sitting posture that allowed him to stand up or jump up at any time.


Although it seemed very relaxed, ordinary people might not be able to endure sitting like this for more than five minutes.


However, Han Biao had been sitting like this for quite some time. After drinking the fish soup, he had been sitting in this posture without any signs of discomfort.


He squinted his eyes, watching the young man from the mountain village clean up the dishes, walking towards the creek, deep in thought.


He had been watching the young man for a long time.


Chapter 33: Flying Knife (Part 1)