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

Bai Zhiweng looked at Shu Guan with a gaze that seemed to regard him as an immortal.


Although, to ordinary people, he himself would be considered an immortal, Bai Zhiweng didn't have such self-awareness and knew that in the realm of cultivation, he was a very weak existence.


But just now, he witnessed the true meaning of "strong".


Bai Zhiweng knew that Shu Guan was very powerful, but during the battle on the Da River two months ago, he did not experience the whole process, let alone seeing Laodao Bazi being killed.


So Bai Zhiweng didn't know exactly how powerful Shu Guan was. In the morning, Shu Guan killed the Assassination Squad in front of him, and Bai Zhiweng thought that was Shu Guan's "strength".


But it wasn't until he witnessed the recent battle that Bai Zhiweng realized that those Xuri Empire cultivators in the morning might have been just appetizers for Shu Guan.


There were exactly fifty-two cultivators, and Bai Zhiweng had just counted them very clearly.


Chapter 68: The Professor Returns Home