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

That old man surnamed Qian, it was said he was from Fan City. He came to Jing City more than twenty years ago and opened this grocery store on Liujing Road. He originally had a wife and a child, but during the battle fifteen years ago when the new army attacked Jing City, his wife and child both died. Only that old man was left alone to live his life. Apart from having a bit of a drinking problem, his conduct was decent, and he had a good relationship with his neighbors.


Hearing about the early life of the grocery store owner did not seem like that of a hidden cultivator. After all, no matter how well one concealed oneself, would one let his own wife and child die in the chaos of war?


After hearing Shu Guan ask if the old man could possibly be a cultivator, the Gao brothers were shocked for a moment and then shook their heads in unison, indicating that it was absolutely impossible.


Chapter 142 Zouma Sect_2