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 old farmer did not speak, merely nodding casually at the several villagers.


He walked to the end of the bluestone slab road, first stopping in front of the waterwheel by the pond, lingering there for two or three seconds.


Then, turning around, he walked up to the mansion, lifted the copper ring on the door, and knocked lightly a few times before waiting with his hands clasped behind his back outside the main entrance.


After two or three minutes, the vermilion gate creaked open from the inside, and behind it stood a scholarly and refined middle-aged man.


A courteous smile appeared on the face of the scholarly middle-aged man as he said,


"Elder Hui, haven't you rested yet today?"


The old farmer, equally polite, bowed to the scholarly middle-aged man and said,


"Steward Jin, I wish to see the sect leader."


The face of the man known as Steward Jin suddenly showed a trace of embarrassment.


Chapter 85: The Annihilation of the Blood Evil Sect_2