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

This soft call, like that of a young girl, didn't come from beside Shu Guan's ear, but resounded directly in his mind.


At this moment, Shu Guan really thought he had gone astray in his cultivation.


That's because Master Li Zhixia had specifically mentioned yesterday that if during meditation practice one suddenly hears inexplicable sounds or sees inexplicable images, they are mostly illusions and precursors to going astray in cultivation. One must immediately stop their practice.


Shu Guan quickly stood up from the cushion and looked around. In the quiet room, aside from himself, there was no one else.


Then the voice of a young girl calling out resounded in his mind again.


Shu Guan tried to calm himself down and asked aloud.


He was an ordinary-looking man without much heroic bearing, but in some special critical moments, Shu Guan could always enter a state of extreme calm, like a hunter waiting for prey.


Chapter 20: All Are Soul Transfers