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

Meanwhile, the ground around the walls was filled with many flower pots, with various types of plants growing in them. The plants had different shapes and forms; some were exceptionally beautiful and bright, while others were ugly and peculiar. But no matter what type of plant, they all seemed to possess a strong and vigorous vitality. Astonishingly, some of the plants even emitted a faint whiff of spiritual energy.


The little old man who had been seriously injured was now lying on the ground beside the vermillion furnace, with Wang Runling feeding him several elixirs.


Wang Maorong and a black-clothed man named Li Lin stood nearby.


"It's all the doing of those damn Japanese dogs!"


"Japanese dogs? How did you guys get involved with the Xuri Empire?"


Chapter 65: The Fierce Wang Maorong_2