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…
50, you're so fast, did you catch up to her?
Zi Xuan Dynasty, Emperor Yi Year, August, second day.
Having perfected my Magic Artifact practice, I finally had the confidence to go to the Qitian Pavilion's mission department and put up a task to find out about my junior brothers' and sisters' whereabouts. Little did I expect to run into Miss An's... oh, admirer again.
Apparently, he was discontented after hearing that Miss An and I had a private meeting for an hour, so he wanted to challenge me in Sword Dao to prove himself.
A private meeting for an hour? I was just sitting there waiting almost half the time.
However, speaking of which, no matter where this guy heard of my skills in Sword Dao, his own proficiency in Sword Dao was indeed quite impressive, especially his Flying Spirit Sword technique—truly like a celestial being descending from the heavens.