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

What Professor Holter took out of the wooden box was a yellow paper about three fingers wide and half a foot long, with complicated and obscure patterns drawn on it in cinnabar ink.


Basically, no one from Da Hua would be unfamiliar with what Professor Holter was holding in his hand at that moment.


It was the Yellow Talisman Paper often used by Daoists when performing their rituals.


Thanks to her highly superstitious father, Xu Chuxiang had seen countless Daoist rituals since she was a child. Every time a battle was fought, her father Xu Pingxi would invite Daoists and monks to perform rituals at home. Or he would berate the President of the Republic of Da Hua, then invite Daoists and monks to perform rituals at home. Sometimes he would even invite them after losing a bet outside.


Chapter 44: Free Fall