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

In the early morning, Shu Guan left the Half-Side Tower refreshed, ready to embark on his Taoist training with his master.


By dusk, Shu Guan, weary and drained, returned to the Half-Side Tower.


Taoist cultivation is indeed a physically demanding task!


That was his most profound realization after a full day of cultivating the Dao.


Simply sitting cross-legged all day had nearly exhausted his currently fragile body. His master seemed fine, but he had been a Daoist for over 150 years already. This was just Shu Guan's first day; perhaps he just wasn't used to it yet.


The physical exhaustion was considerable, but the toll on his mind was even greater.


At first, learning the basic tenets of cultivation wasn't so bad; it was akin to casual chit-chat with Master Li Zhixia. But when Master Li Zhixia formally started teaching him the Nine Reversions Pure Yang Cultivation Skill, the suffering truly began.


Chapter 19: Cultivation is a Simple Thing