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

"Carl, how much do you think these glowing pearls would be worth if we took them out?"


"I don't know, I've never seen pearls that can glow on their own before. I think the nobles and wealthy merchants in the Kingdom of Mist would be eager to decorate their mansions with a few of such pearls, and they have plenty of money."


"Larsen, we're going to make a fortune this time, and maybe we can retire directly after we go back."


"*＊＊, I broke a finger, but fortunately, it seems there's enough compensation."


"However, Carl, only what's in our pockets truly belongs to us. So..."


"Larsen, what are you thinking of doing? Don't mess around, listen to the boss. Don't forget that you lost a finger last night because you couldn't control yourself."


The conversation between the two white-skinned mercenaries kept reaching Shu Guan's ears.


Shu Guan held the cow-ear-tipped knife, but in the end, he didn't directly rush out.


Chapter 46: The Art of Fixing the Eight Gua