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, you've been sitting here all this time, what for?"


Hearing this, Dongdong couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly, then she cocked her head and squinted at Tan Shuchang, but feeling it somehow insufficient, she squinted at him a couple more times.


She no longer believed a word this fellow said.


He had previously claimed he had no cultivation base and didn't even know how to cultivate. Yet in an instant, merely by stepping casually on her shadow, he had controlled her body, making her unable to move an inch.


And now, he claimed he was searching for his own path!


Thus, after giving it some thought, the bored little girl hopped and skipped away from there, wanting to look around elsewhere.


However, as she left, Dongdong realized she seemed to be lost again.


283, what I find most pleasing is that people are divided into different classes.