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

His upper body was perfectly straight, as was his lower body, like a folded ruler. When he sat up, there was an absolute right angle between his upper and lower body.


A humming sound came from above his head.


Without looking up, Han Biao knew it was the silver needle flying and spinning in the air.


Over the past hundreds of days, that constantly spinning silver needle had been almost his entire life, accompanying him through the long and lonely years in this cold room.


Just to enjoy the long-lost sensation of being able to control his body again.


The silver needle came down from the air, flew around Han Biao's body for a few times, and then stopped in front of his eyes, its sharp end shaking slightly.


It seemed somewhat curious about how this "person" who had been lying in its room for nearly two years could suddenly move on his own.


Chapter 197: The Truth About the Da Hong Rice Shop Incident (Part 2)