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

Shu Guan followed Du Wenqiang upstairs, into a spacious and elegant study.


Shu Guan's gaze scanned the study. The study did not have many ornaments, only a desk, several chairs, and bookshelves embedded into the four walls.


The bookshelves were filled with books, many of them showing signs of being read.


On the rosewood desk near the window, there were also many books, all of them looking a bit aged from being flipped through. Next to them were brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone. There was still ink left in the inkstone, and the brush tip was still wet. Several sheets of paper scattered on the desk, filled with writing.


So far, Shu Guan had been to two studies owned by influential mortals.


One was the study of Xu Pingxi, the Governor-General of Chu and Xiang.


Xu Pingxi's study was also very large and filled with many books, but those books were all brand new, probably untouched since their purchase.


Thus, Xu Pingxi's study was merely for show.


Chapter 23 Night Banquet at Du Residence (Continuation)