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

Shu Guan furrowed his brows and set aside the newspaper in his hands.


This was the third day since Ouyang Hai had come to find him. As he flipped open this morning's newspaper, he saw the one piece of news he had been dreading.


Now it was certain, the person impersonating "Swallow" and committing murders was indeed trying to draw out the true "Swallow" – himself.


This time, the victim's name was Hu Qingyu, the owner and editor-in-chief of Shen City's third-largest newspaper.


Hu Qingyu, a native of Yuzhang City in Jiang Province, had been the top scholar of Dahua Heavenly Dynasty's Yongping thirteenth year.


Yongping was the penultimate emperor of the Dahua Heavenly Dynasty, and by the seventeenth year of Hu Qingyu's top scholar status, the Dynasty had ended its rule. At that time, Hu Qingyu was already the Vice Minister of Rites of the Dahua Heavenly Dynasty.


Chapter 107: Chance Encounter at the Golden Oak Restaurant