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

The man who barged in was clad in black, looking to be over forty. He was burly, with a face full of flesh, and radiated an aura of fierce brutality. If it weren't for the spiritual power surging within him, clearly illustrating that he was a cultivator, and not just any cultivator but one that was in the Initial Recognition Realm about the sixth or seventh Stage, based only on the man's temperament, he would bear no difference from Du Wenqiang's bodyguards.


As for the one he was cradling, it was a small, skinny old man who dressed like a country bumpkin. With white hair and triangle-shaped eyes, his face carried a particularly sinister aura, and he did not seem like a good person either.


This old man was also a cultivator of the Initial Recognition Realm.


Chapter 65: The Fierce Wang Maorong