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 the young Daoist who introduced himself as Mu Yao spoke, the expressions of the other three people in the pavilion showed different reactions.


Han Biao still had that respectful and obedient look, as if every word and sentence spoken by the black-robed young Daoist was the most beautiful music in the world.


If the Governor-General of Chu and Xiang provinces saw Han Biao's current demeanor, he would definitely be jealous, because Han Biao had never been so respectful and well-behaved in front of him.


As for the young Daoist called Junior Sang, he seemed to be listening attentively to Mu Yao's words, but his eyes were staring blankly at a deer jumping around the grass outside the pavilion.


Shu Guan could tell what the young Daoist was doing. It reminded him of the days when he was in school, and he used the same technique to daydream during classes he didn't like, such as physics and chemistry.


So Shu Guan started to watch the deer on the grass as well.


Chapter 54: Middle-aged Daoist