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

At the top of the peak, besides the pine tree that seemed to have been struck by lightning many years ago, there was a military camping tent not far from the tree.


When Shu Guan and Du Wenqiang's party reached the top of the mountain, several disheveled men crawled out of the tent. Seeing Du Wenqiang, they hurriedly ran over and respectfully greeted him:


"You guys have been working hard! Guarding this desolate place day and night, getting exposed to the elements. When we get back, each of you will be awarded two thousand silver coins."


Du Wenqiang patted the men's shoulders, his expression and tone were extremely sincere, and people could easily feel his gratitude.


The men were taken aback by this and showed great appreciation.


At this moment, even if Du Wenqiang ordered them to jump off the peak, they would probably do it without hesitation.


"After I suspected that I disturbed the geomancy of this place a few days ago, I specially ordered someone to guard it."


Chapter 12: Feng Shui (Part 3)