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

Although the instrument spirits inside the two magical treasures did not communicate with her, Xiaoyi could clearly sense the presence of the two consciousnesses.


This was indeed two strange magical treasures that Shu Guan had never heard of before.


At this moment, after Duzhu blurted out a sentence, his gaze at Shu Guan became more shocked and fearful, as if he had never expected Shu Guan to be able to see through the biggest secret of Xin Xiang Temple.


Then, a look of helplessness and eeriness slowly appeared on Duzhu's face.


He suddenly said this sentence to the air.


As soon as the words fell, a sudden change occurred in the small courtyard.


First, the bamboo branches above Shu Guan's head seemed to suddenly come alive and pierce straight down at his body in unison.


The wind was sharp, and the hissing sound, each branch carried an incomparably cold and sharp edge, as if it were a flying sword.


Chapter 47: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 2)