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

"Right, don't make it too conspicuous, the more ordinary, the better."


As Yang Ruijun made a gesture to take out a pen, Shu Guan suddenly thought of something and promptly added another line.


It was mainly because the face Yang Ruijun painted for him last time was really too beautiful, and today he couldn't have such a striking face.


Yang Ruijun nodded and then began to draw on Shu Guan's face.


As she drew, she casually asked a question.


There was no expression on Shu Guan's face as he answered this, after all, he was currently having makeup applied.


Standing by the wall, Ouyang Hai was once again immersed in extreme astonishment.


He had always wondered why Shu Guan had brought this Initial Recognition Realm girl along. When Shu Guan said that he was going to find some help, Ouyang Hai thought he was worried that he would not be able to handle the cultivator by the traitor's side.


Chapter 57: Helping with a Small Favor (Part 2)