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

As they entered the entrance of the opera house, Shu Guan quietly asked Sang Liren.


Sang Liren looked at Shu Guan with a puzzled expression.


"The one who went in before us, called young master Tan."


The reason he asked Sang Liren about young master Tan's identity was because when he heard the words "young master Tan" at the entrance, Shu Guan felt it sounded familiar.


At first, Shu Guan couldn't remember why it was familiar, but as he entered the opera house, he happened to see a promotional poster of the famous Peking opera performer Jin Sufang on the wall, which finally reminded him why the words "young master Tan" were familiar to him.


When he first visited Shanyi Temple, he had glanced at a newspaper article with the headline "Famous Peking Opera Performer Jin Sufang to Perform in Jing City, Young Master Tan Vows to See Her in Person."


That young master Tan should be this one.


Chapter 35 Disciple of the Academy