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 followed the crowd to the second floor and entered room number five.


Unlike the number seven room he had been to last time, the number five room had a completely different style.


Spacious room was surrounded by towering bookshelves that reached the ceiling, filled with various books. The scattered sofas were wrapped in velvet, giving the room a scholarly atmosphere.


When the other members of the Secret Cultivation Association entered, the silver-haired old man was sitting on a sofa under a bookshelf, holding a book in his hand and seemed to be very focused on it. His glass of red wine was on the side table.


Shu Guan casually found a seat and sat down.


The members of the Secret Cultivation Association entered one after another, soon filling most of the sofas and chairs in the room.


At this time, a man sat down on the sofa next to Shu Guan. He looked over and saw that it was a goat-bearded old man in his early sixties.


Chapter 70: Fishing