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

After enjoying a long-awaited delicious breakfast, Shu Guan got up to pay the bill.


The chubby shop owner cautiously spoke to Shu Guan, looking at his face.


"You had a total of thirty-five cents' worth of food. For the chopsticks… let's consider that fifty cents."


Shu Guan answered with acknowledgment, feeling somewhat regretful. It would have been cheaper to beat up those ruffians instead.


Yesterday, Taoist Chen from Taiyi Temple gave Shu Guan one hundred silver coins. When he later asked Mu Yao about the worth, Mu Yao, after some thought, said that in Jing City, an average household of four could live quite well on three to four silver coins a month. 


Shu Guan immediately understood the value of one hundred silver coins. It might not be a lot of money, but when converted to the salary of his previous life, it would account for several years of income.


Chapter 4: Little Brother, You've Been Practicing, Huh?