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

Shu Guan respectfully greeted the young Daoist named Sang Liren.


Sang Liren carefully looked at Shu Guan's face for a moment, then said with relief:


"That's better, much more pleasant than last time."


After that, the young Daoist stopped joking around and solemnly saluted Shu Guan in return, without any negligence.


"Alright, Sixth Senior Brother, you may continue to guard the mountain gate. Seventh Junior Brother, come with me to meet the other senior brothers and sisters."


Mu Yao led Shu Guan forward, with Sang Liren's cheerful laughter echoing behind them.


"Sixth Senior Brother must be happy to have someone else sharing the gatekeeping duties now."


Shu Guan uttered a sound of understanding.


The two of them walked toward the lake on the grass dampened by the morning dew, feeling a soft sensation underfoot.


Chapter 8: My Fellow Disciples (Part 2)