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 the dim alleyway, out of their sight, a blood-stained paper figure quietly hid in a corner.


However, Bai Zhiweng did not look back, still walking slowly as if he couldn't hear the harsh screams and gasps behind him.


This was the hidden place of Yuzhang City. The Seven Immortals Alliance would most likely not know if he occasionally taught a lesson to a few mortals who didn't know better.


Bai Zhiweng arrived at the deepest part of the alleyway.


At the end of the alley was a house with a heavy iron door.


Bai Zhiweng walked up to the iron door, grasped the round handle on the iron plate, and knocked a few times.


After waiting about ten seconds, a small window on the iron door was opened, revealing the face of a one-eyed man inside.


The vicious-looking and ugly one-eyed man looked Bai Zhiweng up and down before asking coldly:


Chapter 21: Old Knife Handle_3