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

Li Zhixia slowly walked into the stone chamber behind the door, with Mu Yao following him. Shu Guan, who ran over from the other side of the square, also entered the chamber.


When Shu Guan ran over, his footsteps were somewhat hurried.


This haste came from some inexplicable thoughts deep in his heart during this period.


On the twenty-sixth day after the death of the old cripple, Shu Guan increasingly felt that he might not be an ordinary person.


He did not notice it before the old cripple's death, but after his death, this feeling grew stronger and stronger.


Then, during these days, especially after meeting people like Li Zhixia, he heard all the conversations between Li Zhixia and Mu Yao, such as the story about the immortal named Grandmaster Qixia.


At some point, Shu Guan's heart uncontrollably formed a guess.


That was, could the old cripple be Grandmaster Qixia?


Chapter 62: He Died of Fright