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

"Everything I said is true. I seldom kill cats that have owners; I'm afraid to stir up trouble and catch the attention of you Heavenly Guards. Yet, you Heavenly Guards still appeared,"


The enormous black rat looked at Shu Guan pitifully.


"Besides, I have never cultivated any Daoist skills. I am a wild demon, no one has ever taught me any Daoist skills, even that cursing skill, I heard about it for the first time just now."


Shu Guan paused for a moment, recalling their earlier battle. The black rat did not use any Daoist skills. He fought entirely using the innate physical strength typical of the Demon Clan.


Of course, whether this rat demon had harmed people or not still needed to be verified.


But Shu Guan thought it was likely to be true.


Especially concerning the cat from No. 8 Jingfu Road, the confusion and bewilderment in the rat's eyes just now didn't seem fake.


Chapter 81: Striking the Grass to Startle the Snake