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

Dozens of Confucian disciples, during the foreign invasion, resolutely took off their academic robes, left the academy, and took up the sword to enter the battlefield.


It's hard to say if their actions should be considered a betrayal, or if it is more appropriate to say they were following their own path.


Li Zhixia's simple description made Shu Guan feel a surge of emotion in his chest.


However, he couldn't help but feel some confusion. Since the academy disciples had already taken action and there were dozens of them, why was Jing City still taken?


Assuming that all of those dozens of academy disciples were at the Energy-Introducing Realm of cultivation, their combined strength would still be a formidable force. Even if they couldn't use their physical bodies to resist the heavy warships and cannons, the warships and cannons wouldn't be able to hit such cultivators.


The destructive power of the firearms three hundred years ago was incomparable to today's firearms.


Chapter 56: Cultivators of the Western Continent