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

Sang Liren rejected the invitation to have tea with the noble lady in the next room with some embarrassment.


Although he was eager to engage in a romance, that noble lady next door, no matter how beautiful and enchanting she was, did not meet his taste.


The handsome young man in a white robe didn't get angry either; he bowed to the crowd, and considerately closed the door for Shu Guan, Sang Liren and others. Then he walked leisurely back to Room No. 6 and pushed the door open.


There were three people in the room behind the door.


A noble lady was leisurely eating grapes.


A maid was standing beside her, serving her.


In addition, there was a middle-aged man sitting in the corner.


The middle-aged man was burly, his posture like a spear, his back straight as a rod, and his hands rested on his knees. He was silent and motionless, like a stone statue.


Chapter 38: The Strange Man in the Private Room