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

The few young students who had come to the countryside for a plein air painting session emerged from the village entrance at dusk.


Chatting and laughing along the way, they arrived at the small lakeside, where several bicycles were parked. The young students placed their easels on the rear racks of the bicycles and rode off into the distance.


Shu Guan watched the disappearing figures of the young people in the setting sun and let out a long sigh of relief.


At the same time he exhaled, the old farmer also let out a sigh of relief, seemingly unburdened by a heavy weight.


Then, the two previously silent parties exchanged glances, joy apparent in their eyes.


While Shu Guan had a good guess as to the source of the old farmer's joy, the old farmer had no idea why the young man seemed so pleased.


Chapter 85 The Downfall of the Blood Evil Sect