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

Ouyang Hai sighed and threw the whiskey bottle in his hand far away towards the river.


Then he leaned back in his chair, looking extremely tired.


Gazing at the river, he murmured something. It seemed like he was talking to the middle-aged man behind the newspaper, or maybe it was just self-talk.


"When can I be transferred back? I really don't want to do this job anymore."


"Pan, do you know how painful it is for me every day?"


A soft voice came from behind the newspaper.


"Well, I can report to my superior, and next month I'll transfer you back, as long as you can bear the discipline there."


Ouyang Hai's face changed instantly, and the melancholy, sorrow, and fatigue on his face disappeared. He seemed to think seriously for a moment, then solemnly said to the man behind the newspaper:


"I've thought about it, and I think I'm better off in Shen City. I can make a greater contribution to the organization here."


Chapter 54: The Crimson Blade