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

Yang Ruijun really didn't know what to say for a while.


The sudden display of strength by the fortune-teller took her by surprise and left her in shock.


But amid the gratitude, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.


She spent the entire afternoon with a cultivator without realizing his identity.


Furthermore, she'd been treating him with a condescending attitude the whole time.


Though she remained polite and courteous, Yang Ruijun knew that deep down, she had always looked down on this young man.


However, it wasn't just towards the young man. Ever since she received something at the age of seven and began to cultivate, she gradually grew more condescending towards ordinary people around her.


Just now, she had the audacity to ask the young man not to interfere with her affairs, thinking that him accompanying her home was just unnecessary, and even wondering if he had feelings for her.


Chapter 17 Yang Ruijun's Story