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

Li Zhixia stood on the cliff with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows knitted together, seemingly pondering over a difficult matter. In his hand, he held a newspaper.


Shu Guan and Mu Yao walked up from below and came behind Li Zhixia.


Both called out and exchanged puzzled looks, not knowing why Li Zhixia had summoned them so early.


Li Zhixia handed over the newspaper in his hand.


During this period, the task of delivering newspapers to the mountain gate had fallen on Sang Liren, so neither of them had seen today's newspaper yet.


Mu Yao took the newspaper and spread it out while Shu Guan leaned in to look.


As expected, it was Master's favorite "Qiuhaitang News".


The headline of today's front-page read:


"Satisfying the people's hatred, the executioner behind the Jing City bloodbath dies aboard a battleship last night."


Shu Guan and Mu Yao were taken aback before they continued reading carefully.


Chapter 119: The Western Continent Cultivator in Jing City