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

When this middle-aged man in a long gown walked into the gate of Zouma Hall, Shu Guan was watching him, very attentively so that for a split second, his eyes turned completely white. 


The reason being the aura of this middle-aged man was very strong, Shu Guan sensed it as soon as he walked in, so he observed this man's aura and realized that he was also part of the people with strange fate.


The aura of the middle-aged man was a mix of black and purple, which was the fate characteristic of those with fierce, aggressive destiny. Those with such fate charts are extremely noble, but also extremely ruthless, who can thrive in adversity, soaring high even from the most desolate circumstances. However, accompanied by their success are countless sacrifices, and those who associate with them rarely meet a good end.


When this middle-aged man sat in front of Shu Guan and introduced himself, even with his composure as a cultivator, his eyebrow raised slightly in response.


Chapter 10: Feng Shui (Part 1)