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

Mu Yao, accompanied by Shu Guan, returned once again to the shimmering lake at the base of the cliff.


During the descent, Shu Guan asked Mu Yao a question.


So far, he had met four senior brothers and sisters. Apart from Sang Liren, the rest seemed to be much older than Mu Yao. So, Shu Guan casually asked whether the order of disciples under the master was ranked according to the order of their entry.


Mu Yao looked at Shu Guan, probably guessing his doubts, and smiled lightly, saying: 


"For us cultivators, once we cross the threshold of the Energy-Introducing Stage, the speed of aging slows down. Therefore, it's difficult to discern a cultivator's real age by appearance alone."


However, in the end, Mu Yao did not reveal his exact age, and Shu Guan naturally felt too embarrassed to inquire further. He simply thought about the unexpected benefits of cultivation.


Chapter 10: Our Senior Brother