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

Shu Guan's body fell rapidly through the air, and when he mentally counted to "ten," his toes finally touched the ground.


With lightning-fast reflexes, Shu Guan slightly bent his knees and steadied himself.


His math and physics skills were still lacking, so he couldn't calculate the exact distance he had fallen after ten seconds of freefall.


However, as a cultivator with a keen sense of spatial distance, Shu Guan estimated that he had fallen at least 500 meters.


In this pitch-black, lightless underground cavern, his vision was greatly affected.


He could only vaguely sense that the area he was standing in was no longer as narrow as the hole he had jumped into, but rather a spacious area.


It seemed like there was something up ahead, but he couldn't see it clearly.


Yet, the intoxicating fragrance of musk and orchids only grew stronger in his nostrils.


Shu Guan then took out a flint lighter from his pocket. As a smoker, he naturally carried a fire-starting tool with him.


Chapter 14: Two Secret Techniques