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!

"Master, did you just kill them?" Li Luoluo's eyes widened upon seeing this, her already pale face turned even paler, making it seem as if she was no longer among the living.


This was due to temporary loss of blood to her face from shock.


"They can't reach this place," Tan Shuchang replied in a calm tone. Knowing that what he was worried about would not happen, what use was there in keeping these four alive?


Moreover, from the moment these four arrived, corroborating Li Luoluo's guess, he and these individuals were bound to a situation where only one party could survive.


Even if he wanted to spare them, after defeating the lesser ones, the stronger ones would come.


Of course, Tan Shuchang was so decisive because he was fearless!


After casting the Immortal Technique "Sutra of Day and Night," the appearance he took on was not just a disguise. If there were any experts in divination, no matter how they calculated, they would only derive the name "Wu Erlang."


254. The Inverted Primordial Heavenly Realm