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

In the deep night, an old woman wearing a floral long skirt elegantly walked out of the wooden building.


Her graying hair was impeccably combed and tied into a bun, adorned with a peach-pink butterfly hairpin. She held a slender cigarette between her fingers, which were covered in peach-pink nail polish.


Mu Yao had seen Nan Mei several times, sometimes accompanying his master and sometimes by himself.


But no matter which occasion it was, this mature woman was always dressed exquisitely and elegantly, even in the depths of the night without exception.


It was as if she would never let anyone see her casual side.


From the creaking, aged staircase of the wooden building, the old woman walked down, her demeanor as if striding on the grandest stage.


Stepping out of the stairway, Nan Mei cast a glance only at Mu Yao, then asked him the question.


Mu Yao immediately recounted in detail everything that had happened that day, without concealing anything.


Chapter 208: 20 Arrows