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

"Junior Brother! Don't be disrespectful!"


Huiming hurriedly turned back and gave a light rebuke.


"Don't forget what Master told us before leaving the temple. If you can't control yourself, I'll send you back now - it's just two blocks away anyway."


Whether or not it was Huiming's last sentence that hit home, Long Shu's eyebrows that were as stiff as two sticks drooped again, returning to his listless appearance.


To Huiming, though, his face seemed serene and calm, and he appeared quite authoritative in front of his junior brother.


Turning back, he said with an apologetic face:


Chapter 92: Dingshi Bell