Dreaming Through Many Cold Autumns

Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator?
After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…

Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Zixuan Dynasty, Emperor Yi Year, July, thirtieth.


There's not much to write about, just wanted to note that today was the day I met that Son of the Heavenly Mandate at Mount Driftsword.


Yes, this fellow has quite the nerve, descending the mountain with seven or eight Protectors to attack me.


And none of them are lesser than my master, the Heartless Old Man!


Inside the Supervising Sword Daojiang Hall, Tan Shuchang wrote down today's diary entry. If it weren't for this fellow bringing so many Protectors, not to mention the lifesaving treasures he had on him, this Son of the Heavenly Mandate would have been ready to return to the mountain as soon as he descended.


In the Jiawu Realm, if a Cultivator falls outside, they also need to return to their roots. Loose Cultivators are sent back to their hometowns, while Immortal Sect disciples are brought back to the mountain for burial.


48. This also counts as mutual rushing towards each other.