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's gaze shifted to the source of the sound.


It was a man sitting in the corner, appearing to be in his forties, with a burly figure, unkempt beard, and a face full of weathered features. He was wearing a short robe with his sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular arms.


Shu Guan spoke while looking at the burly, unkempt man.


The burly man pondered for a moment and said:


"I'm not too confident, but you can let me take a look at the knife first. If I can repair it, then we can discuss the price."


The knife he wanted to repair was the broken one left behind by the cultivator who had tracked them when Ao Tian had crossed the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.


The knife was broken by Shu Guan's ox-horn-pointed knife.


Chapter 38: Things Worth Obtaining at All Costs