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

When Shu Guan came back, he tried to appear as normal as possible. Xu Chuxiang nodded at him and said,


"You've worked hard, thank you. You can go back now."


Shu Guan took a deep breath. At this moment, although he was extremely anxious, his mind suddenly cleared.


He put down his bowl and chopsticks as if it was the most natural thing, then casually asked,


"Miss Xu, are you really looking for the Immortal in our village?"


Xu Chuxiang looked up at him. She had just drank the fish soup he prepared, and he even washed her bowl. It would be ungracious to be distant, so Xu Chuxiang replied with a faint smile:


"Do you believe in the existence of Immortals in this world? Do you think your ancestors more than 200 years ago were really brought here by an Immortal?"


Shu Guan scratched his head, acting like a typical honest country boy:


Chapter 34: Flying Knife (Part 2)