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

A pair of delicate jade hands gently picked up the paper crane from the pool of blood.


Li Changqing frowned slightly, looking at the white paper crane in her hand.


This morning, when she heard that a cultivator might have taken action last night, killing three young men in one night, the Zhaodan Sword on her back began to ring incessantly.


The source of the news was quite secret, sent by a Servant Immortal who was deliberately planted in the Shen City Patrol Office by the Seven Immortals Alliance.


Shen City is different from other places; there was no sect of the Seven Immortals Alliance, and the true entry of the Seven Immortals Alliance into the city happened only a hundred years ago.


Therefore, in Shen City, the foundation and various hidden strengths of the Seven Immortals Alliance are not comparable to those of the historical cities that they have operated for thousands of years.


For example, the sources of various news in the city.


Chapter 20: No Trace to Be Found_2