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 you just said, this is a nice collectible item,"


Shu Guan said with a smile to Mister 7.


There were no strange expressions on his face.


"Indeed, it's a very nice collectible."


After staring at Shu Guan for five or six seconds, Mister 7's tone suddenly became relaxed and he leaned back into his chair, responding in a laid-back manner.


It seems he intended to keep his word, and wouldn't compete with the other members if they matched his price.


As for Shu Guan, he could afford the hundred thousand silver coins. A few days ago, Du Wenqiang had given him a silver note worth a hundred thousand.


Of course, spending this hundred thousand silver coins would leave him nearly penniless, but making money was still an easy task for him presently.


Hundred thousand silver coins for a few pages of the One Palm Scripture's incomplete volume felt like a real bargain for Shu Guan.


Chapter 39: Natural Treasures