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

Suddenly appearing on the sofa in the middle of the room was a middle-aged man in his early forties.


The middle-aged man was dressed in a silver-gray striped suit, sitting on the sofa with crossed legs, holding a thick cigar in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, gently shaking it in his hand. He had a long, narrow horse face, thin lips, long and narrow eyes that slanted towards his temples, and a neatly trimmed mustache on his chin.


Although he could not be described as handsome, he possessed a peculiar charm.


It was shocking that none of the cultivators in the room had noticed the middle-aged man's appearance beforehand.


However, Shu Guan's current mood could not be described simply as shock, and the reason for the storm raging inside him was not this middle-aged man himself.


As the middle-aged man appeared, a scene appeared in Shu Guan's mind simultaneously.


It was a square, palm-sized object, shaped like a Qilin-shaped copper seal, rotating slowly in the air.


Chapter 132: Trade Fair (Part 1)