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

On the desk, many traces of blood remained, yet to be cleaned up, and there were similarly some dried bloodstains on the ground.


Li Zhixia's gaze swept over these traces of blood, frowning in silence.


Mu Yao and Shu Guan had already searched the entire study at a rapid speed.


"Master, it seems there are no useful clues."


Mu Yao came to Li Zhixia's side and said.


Before the words fell, Mu Yao's expression slightly shifted, and Li Zhixia had already looked up at the doorway even earlier.


Surrounding the study, the leaves thrown by Mu Yao earlier reappeared, the green leaves rippled slightly, and then two figures emerged from the leaves.


The one in the front was a skinny, plain-looking monk; it was Master Sanmu from Guiyuan Buddhist Temple.


Following him was a young monk with a yellow waxen complexion, wide mouth, lion's nose and crowded eyebrows; naturally, this was Long Shu.


Chapter 175: Grandmaster from 500 Years Ago_2