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

"As for the second type, they are the other members with membership numbers above fifteen."


"The differences between these members are simply deep or shallow experience."


"As for who the president of our Secret Cultivation Association is, only the members with numbers within the top fifteen may know."


"Moreover, there are some members, like me, who are willing to take on certain responsibilities at meetings and in return for this service, we are given generous rewards. And if we're lucky, we might even get guidance in cultivation from those top fifteen members."


The glamorous female bartender briefly introduced the situation of the Secret Cultivation Association.


At this moment, a cultivator wearing a pig-headed mask loosened her grip on her beautiful dance partner in the middle of the dance floor, clapped her hands, and let out a hearty laugh from beneath her mask.


"Today's trade event will be held in ten minutes. Interested friends can come to Room No. 7 on the upper floor."


Chapter 37 Mr. 7_2