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

Now, Meng Huibao's Black Hawk Sect has become the dominant gang force in this dock area, controlling all the laborers and some other businesses.


Meng Huibao owes his present success to Shu Guan's help in defeating the Tianhu Sect back then.


Although Meng Huibao didn't know the specifics of what happened in Yihong House that day, nor the identity of Shu Guan the cultivator, he did clearly understand that Tianhu Sect was destroyed because of Shu Guan.


So at this moment, seeing Shu Guan standing by the street waving at him, the old man hurried over with a respectful expression on his face.


"Why are there so many deaths? Is there an epidemic in this area?"


"No, a cargo ship sank in the river the day before yesterday."


"Many of the sailors on that ship were locals living on Xiu Shui Street. In fact, more people died, but only these twenty-odd bodies were fished out in the end."


From Meng Huibao's words, Shu Guan finally understood why there were so many funerals this early morning.


Chapter 169: Demon at the Bottom of DaJiang?