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

Qin Bingji suddenly slapped his forehead as if he had just remembered something.


"...Oh, right, there's actually someone here who can help you."


Then he turned back and shouted into the house:


Thus, the beautiful and charming young woman from earlier, who had been chatting and laughing happily with the other youths, turned towards Qin Bingji's call and walked over.


"This is my student, Ms. Yang Ruijun. Although she's learning traditional Chinese painting with me now, she has studied Western painting for many years before. Her skills in sketching are much better than mine, so maybe she can help you."


As the beautiful young woman approached, she asked with a smile:


"This is Shu Xingyun. He wants to paint a portrait based on his verbal description. Your sketching is pretty good, so just help him with that."


Yang Ruijun glanced at Shu Guan and then furrowed her brows slightly:


Chapter 15: Sketching (Part 3)