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

If it weren't for the fact that the width and thickness of the meridians inside Shu Guan's body were now far different from ordinary cultivators, perhaps the speed of the spiritual power flow alone would have been enough to break the meridians.


As the spiritual power rushed wildly within the meridians, an image inexplicably appeared in Shu Guan's mind.


Shu Guan did not know why this image appeared in his mind, and although he had a deep memory of this image, the involuntary appearance of these memories here and now seemed somewhat strange.


The memory that appeared in his mind was of the night of his tenth birthday when the old cripple was very excited to give him this peach wood sword and showed off a few moves with it.


At that time, Shu Guan thought the old cripple's posture was clumsy and ridiculous.


Now what appeared in his mind was one of those ridiculous postures.


Chapter 232: Bell Sounds on DaJiang (6000-word chapter)_4