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

Just as Mu Yao's foot stepped out of the pavilion, Li Zhixia suddenly called out to him.


"Master, do you have any more instructions?"


"When Chuck is drawing the talisman, you go to the Treasure House first and get the pearl from your Master Qi."


It seemed like a simple sentence, but both Mu Yao and the young Daoist with the surname Sang in the pavilion shuddered when they heard it.


"Master, is this mission very dangerous?"


Li Zhixia did not answer him, but just waved his hand and said:


The young Daoist with the surname Sang pulled over a lounge chair attentively.


"Master, let me make you a cup of tea."


"No need, are these today's newspapers on the table?"


Chapter 54: A Weakened Version of the Immortal?