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…
129, The common folk like stray dogs, perish namelessly, Secluded Spring Blood Demon!
The girl in red, upon hearing Tan Shuchang's words, couldn't help but show an incredulous look on her face. Eight hundred years of cultivation, such a level of attainment, nearly that of the immortals, and yet he still claimed that pursuing the path of demons was a dead-end?
However, at this moment, she also believed what Tan Shuchang had said before.
After all, if she possessed such heaven-defying cultivation, she would never be as inconspicuous in the world of cultivators as Tan Shuchang, who seldom caused any waves. Because upon reflection, it seemed that aside from the time when Tan Shuchang crossed a state with a single sword stroke and severed the imperial palace of Zi Xuan's dynasty, his interventions appeared to be merely passive counterattacks?
The initial fame he garnered was also a scheme of her sect, the Sword Dao Mountain.
Seeing the girl's stubborn disbelief, Tan Shuchang thought for a while, and then presented her with a scroll, which he placed in her hands.