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

Su Jie slowly raised the long sword and held it level, three inches in front of his brow.


"Our academy is not like your monasteries and temples, with so many treasures to guard. We only have one Haoran sword."


"But just this one sword is more than enough!"


At this moment, Su Jie's eyes were full of pride.


What he meant was that although their academy had only one treasure, it was already on par with all the magical treasures of Shanyi Temple or Guiyuan Buddhist Temple.


The problem was that there was no exaggeration or boast in Su Jie's words.


That's because the Haoran sword he held in his hand right now was indeed the most powerful of all the magical treasures in the Seven Immortals Alliance in Jing City.


This Haoran sword was personally crafted by the founder of Confucianism, Wang Yun, four thousand years ago, when the Yue Lan Academy was first established. It has been placed on the beams and pillars of Qimei Hall ever since.


Chapter 190: Master, I'm Here