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

"Junior Brother, if you can generate a half-inch sword light at the tip of your sword and have it fly through the air for ten feet after running through three Small Circulations, you would have a truly exceptional talent for Swordsmanship,"


"Then Sister Jianqiao, when you were at a similar level of cultivation as Shu Guan, how much sword light could you produce?"


Unable to resist, Mu Yao asked with a laugh.


"At that time, I could produce two-inch sword light that flew for eighteen feet. But I specialized in Swordsmanship, so Shu Guan shouldn't take me as his standard," Jianqiao replied.


"If one can fully master the Circulation Transporting Skill when practicing the Duckweed Sword Flying Skill, as Swordsmanship cultivators, we should be able to make the sword light reach one and half feet and make it fly one hundred meters through the air, which should be sharp enough to cut through an iron column with a diameter of a bowl."


Chapter 32: Two Play Tickets (Long Chapter)_3