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

"So, the so-called Seven Great Immortal Sects are these seven!"


In the pavilion next to the mountain gate, Shu Guan held a book borrowed from the Daoist Collection Tower and read it with great interest.


On the stone table in front of him, there were a thick stack of newspapers and magazines, as well as tea and snacks. As Shu Guan drank tea, ate seeds, and read the ancient records, he enjoyed a rare leisurely day in recent months.


Previously, the person who usually sat in this spot was his sixth senior brother, Sang Liren. But now, he and the second senior brother Mu Yao had gone to investigate the origin of a half-demon frog and hadn't returned to Shanyi Temple for several days. As a result, guarding the mountain gate duty inevitably fell on Shu Guan's shoulders.


Chapter 51: The Seven Immortal Sects