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

With phoenix eyes and heavy eyebrows, the middle-aged man with a chain tied around his waist sized up Shu Guan. For some reason, he suddenly furrowed his brow and took five or six steps back before stopping. Then he asked:


"I've never seen you before. Are you new?"


As the middle-aged man appeared, Shu Guan was suddenly filled with the same unique feeling he had when he faced the beautiful white-clad woman not long ago.


It was as though this person was right in front of him, yet so illusory, as if he didn't really exist.


Shu Guan felt a moment of understanding.


Seeing the middle-aged man ask a question, Shu Guan smiled and cupped his hands, saying:


"From Shanyi Temple Sect, Shu Guan. Indeed, I have only joined the temple for a little over a year."


Seeing the middle-aged man moving a bit far away, Shu Guan didn't know why and subconsciously took a step forward to speak.


Chapter 115: On Ghosts