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

Half an hour later, Shu Guan's figure slowly reappeared outside the back wall of this match factory.


He had carefully looked over everything in this factory, and as for the results, he couldn't say whether he was satisfied or not.


First, he went to see the workshop where the female paper-gluing workers worked. It was a huge warehouse, somewhat drafty inside, cold on windy days in winter, but still sturdy enough to basically not collapse.


Inside were piles of assembled or unassembled matchboxes, with more than a hundred female workers wearing sleeve protectors, sitting on small stools among the piles of matchboxes, silently gluing the matchboxes.


There was very little conversation, because in this place, for every additional matchbox glued, more money could be earned for the family. By the end of the year, perhaps they could buy an extra pound of meat for their husbands and children, or an extra set of new clothes.


Chapter 53: The Human World (Part 2)