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 a small city like Pen City, it was relatively easy to find information about such matters.


Before long, Shu Guan and Han Biao found a blacksmith shop recommended by the breakfast stall owner as the best in Pen City in a small alley a few streets away.


From a distance, they could hear the ding-dong of iron forging coming from the shop named Da Feng Blacksmith Shop. As they entered, they saw a middle-aged man who looked like a master leading seven or eight young men or teenagers, who looked like apprentices, busily hammering red-hot iron bars by the furnace.


Shu Guan glanced around the inside of the blacksmith shop and saw many swords and other weapons hanging on the walls, but there were hardly any tools like hoes or spatulas.


Han Biao also looked around the room and immediately nodded slightly.


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