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 had just gotten used to the raging tides of spiritual power within his body, and now he had to turn it into threads as fine as silk, which was an incredibly tormenting task.


If you use just a bit more spiritual power, the embroidery needle will break.


This required Shu Guan's mental control over spiritual power to be extremely precise, which was very mentally exhausting.


Thus, for this one month, Shu Guan had a pale face every day, listless and overstrained.


However, a month later, when the senior brother came to assess him, he took an embroidery needle and a fine red thread, using only his spiritual power control, and made a thousand and one tiny knots within a quarter of an hour.


"Alright, now you can initially control your own power, which is the most basic requirement for practicing other combat skills."


"However, there is no end to the control of one's own power. Remember the training of these days and persist in it."


Chapter 71: Senior Brother Liu-er (Grand Chapter)_3