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

Meng Huibao raised his head in surprise, not understanding why the young man had returned.


"That is the master that Qiu Hu brought in. He's a young man in his early twenties, as strong as an ox, and ruthless in his attacks. He seemed not to value human life at all. More than a dozen of my men were killed by him on the spot, and if it weren't for my brothers risking their lives to rescue me, I would have died in his hands too."


Then, as if realizing something, his eyes flashed, and he quickly elaborated.


Shu Guan carefully looked at the blood stain on his chest, confirming that his initial feeling had not been mistaken.


Sure enough, a thread of spiritual energy was present in Meng Huibao's pus and blood.


Whoever injured him must be a cultivator!


Chapter 47: Uninvited Guests