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

Apart from Qiu Yang, who had no idea when he had gained a seventh junior brother, the eyes of others in the field all revealed a pondering look.


The first to speak was An Zichun, who poured himself a cup of clear tea and leisurely said:


"It took me seven months and nine days to successfully channel my qi. I have met Seventh Junior Brother twice. Judging from his talent, he should be better than me. Perhaps he will be able to channel qi successfully in about half a year."


A young Daoist in a pale white Daoist robe with a handsome face shrugged and answered nonchalantly:


"I've only succeeded in energy induction for two years myself, so I'm not sure how long it takes."


That was Rui Jianqiao's answer. As she said this, her eyes regained the brightness and sharpness of a sword, and her tone was just as decisive.


Chapter 21: Seeing a Ghost!