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

Two Gatling guns rapidly rotated, their muzzles spewed a series of dazzling sparks, countless bullets whistled as they showered towards the warehouse door.


Shu Guan did not see the car accident scene described by Sang Liren, all the bullets accurately hit the warehouse door.


Of course, this was because the bullets Qiu Yang was using were ordinary.


Just like cultivators are not cabbages, each bullet infused with spiritual power was as valuable as a magical artifact, it was not so easily forged, nor could it be wasted so extravagantly.


The warehouse door was shredded into pieces in a few breaths.


And according to An Zichun's divination earlier, there were supposed to be two cultivators hidden behind the door.


Are cultivators afraid of bullets from ordinary firearms?


The answer, naturally, is no, even a cultivator who has just successfully built their foundation in the Energy-Introducing Realm has quite a few ways to avoid being hit by a bullet.


Chapter 63: Shu Guan, Kill Him!