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

Fear and panic flooded Yang Ruijun's eyes.


Though she was indeed a cultivator in the Initial Recognition Realm, apart from a few Daoist skills related to painting, her physical body only slightly surpassed that of an ordinary adult male. At this moment, she had no means to cope with her predicament.


Yang Ruijun's body was fiercely smashed against the wall, with stone dust falling from the impact.


This collision didn't cause much harm to Yang Ruijun.


However, right after, a hole suddenly broke open in the wall behind her. Out of the hole stretched a dry, pitch-black hand, its gnarled fingers like eagle claws, grabbing toward Yang Ruijun's throat.


Its sharp, knife-like nails contained a power that made Yang Ruijun's heart race.


Finally, desperation showed in Yang Ruijun's eyes.


She was a girl who deeply cherished life.


Thus, she had never considered death, let alone imagined that she would die so young in such a gloomy, remote alley.


Chapter 16: Death Hexagram! _3