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!

"You've been cultivating for a hundred years, following him?" Sword Master said with a sour expression, as if he had eaten a lemon. This young girl had a tantrum, left home, and ended up meeting a person who was the reincarnation of a True Immortal.


Although he had encountered some opportunities in his early years, they were nothing compared to this!


With that mass of cloud present, he wasn't afraid of that old cultivator of a hundred years at all. After all, if he wanted to flee, no one could stop him!


Could he run past a hundred-year cultivation? Wouldn't it be more joyful to become a hundred-year cultivator himself?


"No, Tan Shuchang asked me a question back then, and somehow, I had an epiphany," Dongdong said, her eyes curving with joy. That epiphany had lasted ten years...


During those ten years, she didn't feel the slightest bit of the monotony that often accompanied cultivation.


After hearing the young girl's story, Sword Master felt even worse.


286, There are always people better than you, and skies beyond the skies_2