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 didn't ask anything, knowing that Yang Jianqing must have his reasons. His gaze fell on the few wintersweet trees beside him. The branches of wintersweet were blooming with wine-red flowers the size of copper coins, emitting a faint fragrance.


Then he saw the branches of a few wintersweet trees suddenly waving without wind.


Shu Guan felt the subtle changes in the spiritual energy between the petals.


The person inside must know that they are coming.


Two or three minutes later, a figure came out of the gate of the Piggery City Village.


Of course, people were still going in and out of the gate, but the gazes of the five disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance all fell on a young man.


He seemed to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a coat and lantern pants, dressing like a local ruffian in a gang.


Chapter 95: The Hidden Place_3