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

"Is there any possibility of resolving this peacefully?"


Shu Guan asked this question to Ming Jinan.


"You leave Jing City and promise not to trouble Jiang Yun again, then naturally there won't be any need for fighting."


Truth be told, his first impression of this gray-robed old man was quite good.


This Ming Jinan didn't seem like a vicious and cruel person at all; perhaps he was just momentarily blinded by greed.


Shu Guan thought he should give the other party a chance.


However, Ming Jinan shook his head with a wry smile and said:


"He only has two choices: hand over the secret Daoist Skill manual and cripple his own cultivation, or have me take action."


Ming Jinan looked at the giant bow and sharp arrow in Shu Guan's hand, seeming somewhat puzzled and curious.


"What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"


Chapter 159: The Scent of Gunpowder