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!

"Tianchang Palace!" The young man frowned slightly but still answered the question.


"Then why do you think I am here?" Tan Shuchang, adhering to the principle of friendly relations among fellow disciples, asked somewhat tactfully.


"I know you are also a formal disciple of our master, which is why I am telling you so much!" The young man coldly glanced at "You Quan."


"Then between you and me, is there a difference in status? But what status could surpass that of a formal disciple of an Ancient Immortal Ancestor?" Tan Shuchang couldn't help but be surprised.


After all, an Ancient Immortal Ancestor was equivalent to the realm of Ancestor Path, was there anything under the heavens more incredible than the status of a disciple of Dao Ancestor?


Unless this Dao Ancestor had disciples numbering in the hundreds of millions.


For whatever it is, as soon as the quantity increases, it inevitably seems less valuable.


258, This place very much has the style of a respected teacher_2