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

However, he didn't die at the hands of Du Wenqiang, who came to settle scores with him, but rather, he bizarrely and inexplicably coughed up blood and died on his own.


If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a person could cough up so much fresh blood from within their body.


The gushing black, thick blood quickly flooded more than half of the meeting hall's floor, with chunks of flesh mixed within the blood.


Zhang Hushan was lying face up in the puddle of blood, his appearance already completely changed.


Zhang Hushan originally had a very burly figure, standing at around 1.8 meters tall. However, the Zhang Hushan now lying in the pool of blood had turned into a tiny, monkey-like, withered creature about 1 meter in height.


Chapter 51: The Female Pharmacist in a Bear Pajamas (6000-word Chapter)