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

Walking out of the military camp, it was already the time of glittering lights.


Of course, a small town like Pen City could not possibly have the rich nightlife of Jing City. When night fell, most parts of Pen City were plunged into darkness.


Only in a few streets near the river pier, some houses still had bright lights shining out and loud human voices could be heard, making the place seem lively.


Shu Guan and Han Biao arrived at the only lively streets in Pen City at night.


Walking on the rough street paved with bluestones, the evening breeze blowing from the great river swept their faces, but still could not disperse the strange mix of sweat, powder scent, opium, and alcohol on the street.


In the short range of several streets, there were many gambling dens, opium dens, brothels, and taverns.


From the houses on both sides of the street with lights on, shouts of gambling, drinking games, laughter of women, and some indescribable sounds could be heard from time to time.


Chapter 6: Three Extraordinary People (Part 3)