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!

Tan Shuchang had been practicing cultivation for thirty-three years. 


After many years, the disciples of the Taoist Palace had not lost sight of their original intentions, which was commendable. 


However, such unwavering focus on their original purpose could also be quite problematic. 


Therefore, I rejected the invitations from these Taoist Palace fellows and did not join them on their journey, instead leaving them all behind. 


"The last time I encountered disciples of the Taoist Palace as brave as this was... the last time."


Soon after he had arrived in the Land of the Four Pillars, he had quarreled with the disciples of the Silver Dragon Dao Palace, and now, returning after so long, it did not take much time before he was at odds with the Taoist Palace disciples again.


And this time, it happened even faster than before!


270, From Now On, There Are No More Ghostly Heavens 'Numbers' (Part 1)