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!

He had already cultivated to the extreme of the Sword Dao realm, and his Sword Heart was exceedingly sharp; hence, such a sensation was impossible to mistake.


But precisely because it was infallible, it left Pei Yuan puzzled and bewildered.


Could it be that the Calamity Qi produced by the True Immortal's descent to undergo Tribulation had reached such a terrifying extent?


Even someone like him, who had not been in the Lower Realm for long, had to be affected by it?


With this thought, Pei Yuan couldn't help but consider beating a retreat. He remembered what the Celestial Numerology Master had said to him, especially the change in tone in the Master's last sentence.


Therefore, without hesitation, Pei Yuan bowed with his hands clasped, "Daoist Tan, I have conveyed the message, and now I will return to the Immortal Court!"


"Safe travels, Daoist friend," Tan Shuchang returned the gesture and watched as Daoist Pei Yuan took his leave.


"A celestial rank from Crimson Spring Path..."


270, Henceforth No More Ghostly Way of Numbers (Part 1)_3