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

Then Rong Duanpu spoke to the little old man in a negotiating tone.


"Five million silver yuan? You must be joking with a beggar!"


A strange cry came out of the little old man's mouth.


At this moment, Shu Guan, who was standing by the wall, deeply agreed with his statement.


Eight million silver yuan, at the Secret Cultivation Association's trade meeting, could only buy about four or five high-order magic tools of decent quality, or one or two magical treasures or Daoist secret manuals.


In the eyes of cultivators, five million silver yuan was indeed not very impressive.


"But I really can't come up with that much money right now!"


"You don't need to come up with it right now. I'll give you an address, then let you go home. As long as you deliver the money to that place within the next ten days, that will suffice," the little old man said leisurely.


Rong Duanpu looked at the kidnapper in front of him in disbelief.


Chapter 91: The Cultivator from the Countryside_2