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

After finishing breakfast and reading today's newspaper, and washing the dishes, Shu Guan came to the front hall, officially opened the door of Zouma Hall and began today's business.


It didn't take long before a tall man in black entered from outside. Upon entering, he respectfully greeted, "Mr. Shu."


This man in black was an old acquaintance. The last time Shu Guan went to Gaoqiao Town with Du Wenqiang, he had been waiting at the door.


Shu Guan handed the portrait of Yuan Yingzi painted by Yang Ruijun to him and asked him to tell Du Wenqiang that the woman in the painting is the one he is looking for.


After receiving the painting, the man in black respectfully handed over a red invitation card with golden lettering on it.


"Five days from now, there will be a dinner party at Master Du's residence. Master Du asked me to convey that Mr. Shu must attend."


Chapter 17 Yang Ruijun's Story_2