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

The cultivation bamboo in the backyard of Xin Xiang Temple.


The young monk did not understand why he had thought about that bamboo at this moment, even though his Dharma name derived from it.


As the image of that bamboo arose in his mind, he found himself inadvertently moving towards it, stepping into the backyard of his small temple.


Then he saw the young man sitting in the courtyard.


At this moment, the young monk was thrown into extreme confusion, panic and fear.


This was the fate of the young monk he had just controlled or rather, changed.


He had made him return to this small courtyard, to his presence.


Shu Guan did not know what skill the young monk had employed to escape, but he thought that in this world, there was no Daoist Skill that could resist the power of fate. At least until one achieved the Immortal Realm, no one could do that.


Becoming an immortal was, after all, a matter of reversing and changing one's fate.


Chapter 46: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 3)