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 decided to open this type of fortune-telling hall after carefully considering his options during his stay at the Dongyang Hotel.


When making this choice, he thought of Daoist Chen from Taiyi Temple in Jing City.


If it were just for finding a way to make a living in the mundane world, Shu Guan had many options.


Whether it was the skills he brought from his previous life, the crafts the old lame man taught him, or the power he possessed as a cultivator, any of them could provide him with a decent life in Shen City.


However, they didn't help much with what Shu Guan wanted to do.


For example, finding Yuan Yingzi's whereabouts and her ongoing conspiracy.


This required Shu Guan to have absolute power in Shen City.


This control had to be realized not only in the realm of cultivation but also in the secular world.


Then, Shu Guan thought of Daoist Chen in Jing City.


Chapter 8: No Charge if it's not Effective