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!

The old man with a black heart could only say this.


Even the most terrifying demon, when it comes to his own life and death, would feel fear. After all, there is a fundamental difference between killing someone and being killed oneself.


"Master is joking, this disciple cannot claim such an honor as calling Master 'senior,'" Tan Shuchang said gently and evenly.


This address of "Master" naturally left the old man with a black heart completely baffled.


What virtue or capability did he have to accept such a person as a disciple?


Was he not afraid of not being able to rest in peace after death?


281, Reversing cause and effect, are also happy foes.