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

About half an hour later, the five disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance finally arrived in front of the wooden building.


It was almost six o'clock in the evening at this time, and they had entered Piggery City Village at around five o'clock. The one-hour window was almost up.


However, they had yet to enter and examine this wooden building throughout the entire Piggery City Village.


As they approached the building, they looked up and noticed that the elegant, still quite refined woman with a few years on her, was no longer on the roof.


But the old man playing the erhu was still sitting there, though he wasn't playing it anymore. Instead, he sat on a small stool, staring blankly at the distant skyline as the setting sun cast its final rays.


Then Yang Jianqing took the lead to enter the wooden building.


But just at that moment, Nan Fei suddenly appeared in front of everyone.


Chapter 97: Smoke Rings of Nan Fei