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

A long knife pressed against Shu Guan's neck.


The gloomy man holding the knife hissed a command at Shu Guan in a low voice.


So Shu Guan didn't shout; he obediently walked into the compartment.


This was the most normal reaction for a normal person in this kind of situation.


Therefore, the gloomy man with the knife assumed he was just another normal person.


He shoved Shu Guan, then stood at the entrance of the compartment and locked the door to prevent any other short-sighted individuals from interrupting what they were about to do.


Shu Guan's gaze swept around the compartment.


This compartment, also facing the stage, currently housed a total of several people, including himself.


Du Wenqiang was there, Xiaojian too, and another one of Du Wenqiang's bodyguards.


His future father-in-law, Rong Duanpu, was present with two men beside him who had the air of wealthy businessmen—likely friends accompanying Rong Duanpu to the theater.


Chapter 91: The Cultivator from the Countryside