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!

Not any less than the Heartless Old Man back in those days.


Xue Ning'er said calmly, then she thought for a while, and just put away the paper as if nothing had happened, beginning to report back to the Yin God Academy.


She had experienced her "Third Junior Brother"'s ferocity, so before she was certain how this diary had appeared, she dared not mention Tan Shuchang.


For fear of being remembered by this demon lord.


The locking of qi at that time made Xue Ning'er understand, regarding abandoning recognition, her "Third Junior Brother" had also truly inherited from the Heartless Old Man.


Besides, the repeated reference to "Honored Master" in the diary somewhat sent chills down her spine.


She knew it was Tan Shuchang who had killed the Heartless Old Man.


Speak the gentlest words, strike the fiercest blows.


149, Even as a ghost, one should maintain a human-like appearance.