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 stepped out of the semi-detached building, closed the door behind him, and then peered down the cliff.


Next to the lake on the cliff, his Senior Brothers Mavis, Qiuyang, Zichun, and Liren, had already arrived.


Mavis seemed to be playing with the four-footed snake he had brought, Qiuyang was setting fruits and seeds on the table, Zichun was preparing tea, and Liren was cracking melon seeds while reading the newspaper.


As Shu Guan peered over the edge of the cliff, Qiuyang happened to look up.


The straight-line distance between the two of them was approximately two kilometers.


Of course, to them, cultivators, the distance of two kilometers and two meters made no significant difference.


So, Qiuyang spotted Shu Guan, who was peeking over the cliff edge, at a glance.


With a smile, Qiuyang waved at Shu Guan, his rich voice ringing directly in Shu Guan's ear.


Chapter 32: Two Play Tickets (Long Chapter)