Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!
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…
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Not seeing the calamity, how does one cross it?
Nine different styles of Sword Qi, stretched across the heavens and earth, remotely locked onto the aura of several elder cultivators from Mount of Disciple Swords, causing their expressions to change instantly.
But it was not fear, it was anger.
"What an arrogant brat!"
"Seeking death!"
"Let not the esteemed brethren bother, brother let me educate this ignorant fool who knows neither the heavens nor his superiors. Does he really think all elder cultivators under the heavens are corrupt old wastes?"
An elder cultivator from Mount of Disciple Swords stepped forward, and hearing his words, the others stopped.
After all, each of them had been cultivating for nearly a hundred years. If they all attacked together, even if they captured the brat, it would merely add luster to this youngster's face!
Though cultivation strength is measured in years, it isn't something that can be simply increased year after year.