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

"Excuse me, old man, could you tell me the name of this village?"


Shu Guan took out a pack of 36 Brand Cigarettes and offered one to the old farmer.


It wasn't until Shu Guan walked up to him that the old farmer lifted his head, glanced at Shu Guan, then at the cigarette in Shu Guan's hand, and set down his dry tobacco pipe. He took the cigarette offered by Shu Guan, flashed a toothy grin at Shu Guan, revealing a set of crooked, yellow and black teeth.


However, it was peculiar that, despite his advanced age, not a single tooth had fallen out, and they appeared sharp, like canine teeth.


Shu Guan then casually sat down beside the old farmer on a stone slab, pulled out a match, and lit the cigarette for the man.


While lighting the cigarette, Shu Guan's palm was only about ten centimeters away from the old man's throat.


But Shu Guan did nothing. After lighting the cigarette for the old man, he withdrew his hand and lit one for himself.


Chapter 84: Addicted