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

"Also, I opened a new department store recently, and on the opening day, someone got killed in the escalator. There's nothing more ill-fated than that, and even now customers are still scarce in that store."


"The most annoying thing is that yesterday a friend from Jinling City told me that the President's son seemed to be dissatisfied with me and wanted to take action against me."


"This little bastard, I've risked my life to help their father and son, and now that they feel they don't need me, they want to break our connection."


Although Du Wenqiang gives the impression of being a big gangster in the Jianghu, he usually looks very gentle and refined.


But at this moment, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his face twisted in anger, and his eyes were bloodshot and red.


"Also, there have been many small troubles. I've even been the target of several assassination attempts these past two months. It's like all the bad luck has come knocking on my door."


Chapter 11: Feng Shui (Part 3)