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

What made Lu Duanyang swear involuntarily was when Grandmaster Liuxia mentioned that Shu Guan had passed the robe choosing ceremony to enter the temple.


In the Daoist Sect's 36 Daoist temples, each temple's Ancestor Masters Hall would have a Wordless Heavenly Book, and in each Wordless Heavenly Book, there would be a wisp of Lu Duanyang's divine thought.


So for every new disciple entering the temple, Lu Duanyang would sense it during their Robe Choosing Ceremony.


He did this not because he distrusted the new disciples, but because he was proficient in various Daoist Skills and Daoist meanings, just to help those new disciples choose the most suitable Daoist path for them to save them some detours.


Lu Duanyang always believed that his intentions were good, and he took pride in this matter.


But in his memory, he really never helped a disciple named Shu Guan choose a path.


Moreover, that disciple chose the Yin-Yang Dao and picked a gray robe.


Chapter 15: Seeing Nothing in the Sword