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

Shu Guan placed the Life-Returning Knife on the long table, planning to give it to Han Biao after Wang Ru left.


Not long after he sat down, Bai Zhiweng brought a middle-aged man into the entrance of Zouma Hall.


The man was thin and dark-skinned, not particularly good-looking, but he exuded a strong air of refined elegance. He had a unique kind of focus in his eyes and was wearing an ordinary, old-fashioned suit, the cuffs and collar of which were getting a bit frayed. His white shirt underneath had turned slightly yellow but was still very clean.


It was obvious that the man was not sloppy; he simply didn't care much about his dress and appearance.


At first sight of the middle-aged man, Shu Guan classified him in the same group as Mr. Wenren and Qian Jingan.


But he was a bit different from Mr. Wenren and Qian Jingan - apart from his field of expertise, he didn't seem to have any interest in anything else.


Chapter 68: The Professor Returning Home_3