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 this time, although it was already about midnight in Zhang Hushan's well-known new residence in Shen City, the lights were still brightly lit.


Of course, during ordinary times, there would also be various banquets and celebrations at Zhang's Mansion until late at night.


But today was different from usual; there was no atmosphere of singing and dancing, and indulgence in Zhang's Mansion. Around the mansion, there were many men dressed in black silk shirts and carrying guns, vigilantly patrolling. Inside the mansion, the security was even tighter, and Zhang Hushan's most capable disciples had serious expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy.


In a small meeting room with the tightest security, there were more than a dozen people sitting at this time.


Zhang Hushan and some of his most trusted subordinates were all gathered in this meeting room.


Chapter 50: Black Blood