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

"Yes, yes, you're right, Mr. Shu Guan. That's exactly what I meant," said Zhu Ming.


Shu Guan slowly pulled out two blank sheets of paper from under a lion-head-shaped brass paperweight on the table and said:


"In our Gua Sect, there is a saying: every matter, one Gua. But first, one must be clear about what he seeks in his heart, for if the matter is unclear, the Gua will not be accurate."


At this moment, the astonishment in Qian Jingan's eyes deepened. This young fortune-teller seemed to be somewhat different from the rest.


Meanwhile, Shu Guan placed the two blank papers in front of Zhu Ming and handed him a pen.


Zhu Ming hastily wrote the names of the two clients on the papers and put them back in front of Shu Guan.


Shu Guan took out a turtle shell from his sleeve, pressed it on the two papers, and then took out several ancient coins covered in green copper rust.


Chapter 8: No Charge if it's not Effective_3