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 most newspapers were full of derogatory and slanderous words about Liang Province, a place in the barren northwest of Republic of Da Hua, where the customs, governing policies, and laws were completely different from other parts of Da Hua, the central government even directly defined Liang Province as a place controlled by rebel bandits.


However, after seeing those reports, Shu Guan already knew what kind of place Liang Province was.


In a way, this world was strikingly similar to the world he came from in his previous life.


Looking at Ouyang Hai sitting across the table, Shu Guan suddenly felt a strange sense of closeness.


Then Shu Guan smiled and said this to Ouyang Hai.


After all, he had grown up under the red flag in his previous life. Although he's no longer a mortal in this life, Shu Guan thought he should help when he could with this world's version of the red flag.


Chapter 55: Lending a Small Hand (Part 3)