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!

Dongdong always slept well, so this time, for her retreat, she decided to first sleep for half a jiazi before doing anything else. Otherwise, the rest of the time would be rather difficult to manage.


After all, if she really had to engage in prolonged cultivation in retreat, she wouldn't be able to endure it.


She didn't know how long she slept for, only that suddenly, with a "thud," she felt something had hit her body. The objects were somewhat heavy, but it was not a big problem because she had already refined a powerful physical body thanks to borrowing the cultivation of that damned demon cultivator.


It couldn't be said that she could break all magical treasures with her bare hands, but ordinary divine skills could no longer trouble her.


Thus, she turned over, planning to continue sleeping.


However, not to mention the pile of stones on her body being a mess, they also smelt rather unpleasant, so she decided to get rid of these things first.


263, Dongdong is quite understanding.