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

The alley was very quiet, with no other people in sight.


Shu Guan opened the cigarettes he had just bought, with the image of an elderly white-skinned woman wearing a crown printed on the box.


This was the only type of cigarette Shu Guan had smoked since coming to this world. The first time he smoked it was when he flew out of Taoyuan Village, and he found the cigarettes under the helicopter's seat.


There was no cigarette in the world that could compare to the tobacco personally grown by old Xiping.


However, Shu Guan now had to lower his standards because the tobacco he had brought out from Taoyuan Village was rapidly running out. Apart from lighting up his pipe when craving it terribly, he had started to use ordinary cigarettes as substitutes.


He took a cigarette out of the box, lit it with the matches he now carried around, leaned against the wall, and blew out a smoke ring.


Chapter 34: Goodbye GLH (6000 words chapter)