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

"I've just finished practicing painting at Mr. Qin's house today. As I pass by Mr. Shu's place, I thought I'd come in and visit him."


Smiling, Yang Ruijun entered Zouma Hall and curiously took in her surroundings.


Shu Guan pulled out a chair for her from the long table.


"Mr. Shu, do the divinations you do also use Daoist skills?"


After Yang Ruijun sat down, she looked at the fortune-telling instruments on the table and asked curiously.


"Mr. Shu, you mentioned a few days ago that you will divine my Gua. Why not do it for me now?"


"Didn't I already do that for you the other day!"


"So, Mr. Shu, did you come here on purpose because you sensed that something would happen to me?"


Then Yang Ruijun seemed to ponder for a moment, looked up at Shu Guan and said:


"I wonder how you became a cultivator, Mr. Shu. I became one because of... "


Chapter 17 Yang Ruijun's Story_3