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

"Ziang, Chaoyan, you two come over here, there's a bottle that looks like it's made of jade."


"Let me see, it really is a jade bottle."


"Qingqing, this was dug up from Pen Temple, could it be some sort of antique?"


"Chaoyan is probably right, it must be an antique, Qingqing, how about we sell it?"


"Wait, there seems to be something inside the bottle."


"Open it up and see, maybe there's something even more valuable inside."


"Ziang, you're really useless, you can't even open a bottle lid."


"Qingqing, it's really tight... Chaoyan, come help."


"Finally got it open, let's see what's inside... Ah!"


"Ziang, how can you be so careless, what if you broke the bottle?"


"Qingqing, this smell is really unbearable."


"Qingqing, Ziang, it's okay, the bottle isn't broken, not even a scratch."


Chapter 12: Pen Temple