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

This was a gesture of taking something out of a pocket and showing it to Shu Guan.


The problem was, in Shu Guan's eyes, Yang Ruijun's hand had nothing in it at the moment.


"This is the brush. I showed it to my parents, but they couldn't see it. Then I showed it to some other ordinary people, and they couldn't see it either."


"But I haven't shown it to other cultivators. Mr. Shu, can you see the brush in my hand?"


A strong trace of exotics flashed in Shu Guan's eyes.


He couldn't see it, and even on Yang Ruijun's hand, he couldn't detect a trace of spiritual power fluctuation.


If there really was a magical treasure in Yang Ruijun's hand, then this treasure could not only hide its own form but also hide its spiritual energy.


"Brother, there really is a brush in her hand!"


At this moment, Xiaoyi's voice rang in Shu Guan's mind.


Chapter 18: Han Biao's Anger_2