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

"Master, what Daoist Skill do you think I should start learning first?"


"How many Small Circulations can your spiritual power cycle through during each of your practice sessions now?"


"Just one Small Circulation. After trying to cycle through another circulation, my spiritual power is cut off."


"In that case, you are not yet able to learn any Daoist Skills."


"Although Daoist Skills are mainly based on drawing the spiritual aura of Heaven and Earth, cultivators must have enough spiritual power within their bodies to stimulate the corresponding amounts of aura. You can only manage one Small Circulation at the moment, and the aura you can draw is insufficient to complete any full Daoist Skill."


"Not even the Wall-Penetration Skill is possible?"


"Hmm, with the spiritual power you can draw right now, maybe you could only pass half of your head through, so do you still want to try?"


...As expected, Master's true nature is a cold-faced jokester...


Chapter 30: In the Daoist Collection Tower