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

At the same time, he had some admiration for this Mr. No. 7 from the Secret Cultivation Association.


Because originally, it was on that strange mountain peak where he saw the entire old pine tree struck dead by Heavenly Thunder, so naturally, he could understand the value of that Thunder Struck Wood.


However, Mr. No. 7 was able to deduce so much based on just a short section of the trunk. This person's insight and knowledge were indeed profound and extensive.


"In that case, let me talk about the value of the Thunder Struck Wood."


Upon seeing Shu Guan nod, Mr. No. 7 withdrew his gaze and turned to look at everyone.


"Heavenly Treasure Level Items are also difficult to measure with worldly money, just like the sheepskin scrolls we just saw. Especially for those who need them, they are priceless treasures."


"If the previous set of sheepskin scrolls were a complete system of Daoist skill, then its value would naturally be above this piece of Thunder Struck Wood."


Chapter 39: Natural Treasures_3