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

"However, there are traces of Daoist skills utilized on them, presumably some sort of tranquility or hypnosis skill."


"Thank you for your effort, Junior Brother Huaiyue."


Li Changqing nodded, saying without surprise.


If it was a cultivator's doing, naturally, two ordinary women wouldn't notice anything.


Then, Li Changqing handed the paper crane in his hand to a handsome young monk.


"This could be left behind by the murderer, I still need to trouble Junior Brother Huaiyue to use the Heavenly Eye Skill to see who exactly the murderer is."


This young monk's Dharma name is Huaiyue. Among their first generation of eighteen Immortal Seeds, his strength is ranked twelfth, just entering the Nascent Soul Stage. Among the six perceptive skills of Buddhism, Monk Huaiyue has mastered three.


Because these Immortal Seeds once cultivated together for a time, so they had a pretty good understanding about what skills and immortal abilities each of them had.


Chapter 20: No Trace to Be Found_3