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

Moreover, this waterwheel had no spiritual fluctuations whatsoever. If Shu Guan hadn't known in advance that it was special, he probably wouldn't have noticed anything unusual when he entered today.


So now, Shu Guan was preparing to take a closer look at what kind of magical treasure this waterwheel actually was.


Shu Guan stepped over a corpse to do so.


This corpse, naturally, belonged to that steward Jin.


About this Steward Jin, Shu Guan had specifically asked Elder Hui, because when he first met the steward in the afternoon, Shu Guan noticed that the man's skin was different from that of other disciples of the bloody door. His skin didn't have the dark red hue of Blood Demon Clan Disciples, raising doubts that he was one of them.


From Elder Hui, he also learned that Steward Jin indeed wasn't a disciple of the bloody door. He only appeared by the sect leader's side after they had nearly faced annihilation in an encirclement battle over a hundred years ago.


Chapter 86 The Aftermath of the Blood Evil Sect's Destruction (Part 2)