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

Shu Guan drew out the revolver from his waist.


....Hmm, Mavis could hit one out of five shots, so whether he was a bit less fortunate, he should be able to hit at least one out of ten shots, right?


...If his luck was even worse, then he should be able to land a shot in twenty attempts...


Since his transmigration into this life, he had, unfortunately, landed in the body of a baby covered in sores, tormented and then trapped in a small mountain village for eighteen years, thus, he held little faith in his luck.


However, since he has nothing else to do at the moment, might as well try his luck.


Anyhow, no matter how he looked at the impending battle, it seemed certain that his side would win, so it wouldn't matter even if he didn't hit a single shot.


Therefore, adopting such an indifferent mindset, Shu Guan drew out the box of bullets with spiritual power that fourth senior Qiuyang had given him and began to load the bullets into the chamber one after another.


Chapter 65: Our Trap (Major Chapter)