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

Then, escorted by An Fengjun and several burly men, Shu Guan walked to the entrance of the alley.


Upon seeing the scene outside the alley, Shu Guan was taken aback.


Outside Duolun Alley, dozens of muscular men stood in a neat line, clothed in black silk, each of them brandishing a short axe, their postures seething with murderous intent.


The pedestrians passing by were naturally inclined to give sidelong glances at this spectacle.


The street was filled with these men, causing the yellow double-decker bus on the opposite transit station to halt, not daring to start its engine.


Shu Guan even saw some neighbors from Duolun Alley standing at a distance, too afraid to return home.


With a wry smile, Shu Guan realized that An Fengjun had staged a grand show, leaving him to wonder what the neighbors would gossip about him later.


Chapter 44: The Sixth Sense_3