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!

Realizing that she was inferior to a mere fruit, the little girl naturally felt discontent and disbelief, so she began to try, but soon, as a bump appeared on her smooth forehead, she had no choice but to admit defeat.


"What is this thing?" Dongdong puffed her cheeks, her eyes filled with hostility toward the fruit that resembled a peach but radiated a five-colored halo.


Tan Shuchang did not immediately respond; he first removed the strange power from the girl's forehead and then spoke, "Immortal Peach, a very common Immortal Fruit, eatable by those with the cultivation level of a True Immortal."


Dongdong immediately glanced at Tan Shuchang, feeling that the demonic cultivator was mocking her, but she had no proof.


Seeing her reaction, Tan Shuchang also glanced back at her.


He didn't understand why this girl, already over forty, suddenly decided to act cute.


Moreover, at her age, why act cute at all.


274, I really didn't expect this to unfold.