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 Shu Guan pointed at the trembling men squatting on the ground and asked.


"Damn your mother, I want to throw all these guys into the river to feed the turtles. How can I show my face to my brothers in the gang if I don't kill these little bastards who want to rob me?"


Shu Guan looked at him sincerely and asked:


"Mr. An, do you think my fortune-telling is accurate?"


An Fengjun was slightly stunned and then said:


"Actually, my ability to read faces is quite accurate as well. From what I see on Mr. An's face, it's best not to kill anyone in the coming days; otherwise, disaster will strike."


He wasn't just scaring him. The leader mentioned by those men was most likely a cultivator. If An Fengjun really threw these men into the river, the cultivator might come to An Fengjun's doorstep.


After hearing this, An Fengjun's face turned pale, and he repeatedly nodded his head in gratitude:


Chapter 45: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 2)