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

Laodao Bazi stood atop a large tree, peering through the gaps in the branches at the flood dragon that was climbing out of the river.


Its elongated and stout body was about thirty meters long, covered entirely in black round scales. The dragon's whiskers on its neck were soft as reeds, and atop its head was a lone golden horn, three feet long.


Upon seeing the flood dragon, a look of fascination and ecstasy crossed Laodao Bazi's face, as if he were gazing upon an exceedingly beautiful woman.


No, in Laodao Bazi's eyes at that moment, no woman in the world could be more mesmerizing than the dragon afar.


The moment he laid eyes on the dragon, any lingering regret from his beloved female disciple's sudden death, caused by going astray in cultivation some days before, instantly evaporated.


Nothing was more important than ensuring his own survival. As long as he could keep living, no woman remained unattainable.


Chapter 26: Chasing the Dragon (Part 2)