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 sat by the river, waiting for the four-footed snake to finish its journey for the day and arrive here.


Days had passed since crossing Zhanlong Bridge, more than a dozen now.


At present, they had arrived at the junction of Jiang Province and Wu Province. After the four-footed snake arrived, they would take a short break and then travel for another two hours before finally entering Wu Province territory.


Han Biao was still tirelessly training his steps in the river, while Shu Guan was not practicing but carefully reading a few newspapers he had gathered.


The newspapers were bought in a small town not long ago. The town was so small that it was not much larger than a big village.


Therefore, the newspapers that Shu Guan bought were not even from the same day. In fact, they were several days old, and one of them was even from half a month ago. However, Shu Guan still bought them.


Chapter 23 Dark Clouds