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!

"But to kill the master or not?" Shuchang currently had no such thought.


After all, the situation he faced then was different from that on Black Heart Mountain; on Black Heart Mountain, although he faced a deadly tribulation, he could not escape.


But here, even though it seemingly was also a deadly tribulation, he could run!


To deceive one's master and wipe out one's ancestors, truly a Sacred Gate tradition!


Thinking of the True Spirit Pill he had just acquired, Shuchang couldn't help but lament in this manner. Just by looking at the method of refining this pill, it was clear that his current benefactor of a master was undoubtedly from the Demon Lord's side.


At this moment, because of Shuchang's utterance of "fellow disciples," the True Immortals who had emerged from the Treasure Pavilion were all grimacing.


259. Demon Lord Tan Goes Back to His Old Ways