Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

The old man with a black heart could only say this.

Even the most terrifying demon, when it comes to his own life and death, would feel fear. After all, there is a fundamental difference between killing someone and being killed oneself.

"Master is joking, this disciple cannot claim such an honor as calling Master ’senior,’" Tan Shuchang said gently and evenly.

"Master?"

This address of "Master" naturally left the old man with a black heart completely baffled.

What virtue or capability did he have to accept such a person as a disciple?

Was he not afraid of not being able to rest in peace after death?

Fortunately, at this moment, Tan Shuchang took the initiative to explain, "My name is Tan Shuchang. If calculated carefully, I should meet my master in about seven to eight years and will cultivate under him for three years. However, the master accepts disciples only to restore his own strength, so at that time, I will kill my master. Right now, I am after ascending to immortality, reversing the time in the Long River to return to my childhood."

After listening, the old man with a black heart finally understood, but as a result, he stared at Tan Shuchang, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

He was actually going to take such a person as a disciple in the future? And this disciple would kill him after three years of cultivation?

After being stunned for a moment, the old man with a black heart suddenly regained his senses, his eyes burning as he looked at Tan Shuchang, "Good disciple, you’ve become an immortal? How many years did it take you to achieve immortality?"

"Twenty-one years," Tan Shuchang said, being quite honest.

"Twenty-one years? Good! Very good! Hahaha, I, the old man with a black heart, do not die in vain!" The old man suddenly burst out laughing. After laughing, he said, "Although I do not know why you want to kill me by reversing the time in the Long River, since you want me dead, then let it be so! Having such a disciple, my life should only rank below the Ancestor of the Dao."

With that, the old man with a black heart struck his own brow with a palm, directly killing himself.

"Master, go peacefully!"

Tan Shuchang nodded with a smile, but a passing breeze then swept up the soul of the old man with a black heart along with his body, turning both to ash.

After all, incomplete actions are not the style of Sacred Gate disciples.

Then, Tan Shuchang moved on.

Soon, he met a little girl. Although her parents were both ordinary people, this little girl’s cultivation talent was incredibly unbelievable.

"So it turns out to be the big senior sister."

Tan Shuchang thought for a moment, then passed down his self-created Immortal Scripture.

Thus, a rare cultivation genius, who was supposed to be refined into nothingness in a few years, accidentally obtained a Cultivation Technique directly pointing to the Heavenly Gang Righteous Law Fruits while helping her parents with chores.

Sometimes, opportunities come in such inexplicable ways.

Next, Tan Shuchang met his "second senior brother," though this second senior brother would commit many evil deeds in the future, even capable of slaughtering his own kin, all that was yet to come.

The current "second senior brother" was merely an exceptionally courageous child.

So, Tan Shuchang took out an Immortal Treasure from the Blood Pool and implanted it into this "second senior brother." This treasure, originally an Immortal Treasure of great power, had all its power sealed by Tan Shuchang, replaced by an endless binding force.

From today onwards, this "second senior brother" must self-examine thrice daily, refrain from evil deeds, study the way of the sages, and diligently read...

Otherwise, he would suffer unbearable torture from the binding ring.

Of course, there were benefits. After all, the Immortal Treasure could gather Spiritual Energy on its own, allowing him to begin cultivation even without a Cultivation Method. And if he obtained a Cultivation Technique, his cultivation would be assisted as if by divine help.

To put it plainly, after obtaining this binding ring, Tan Shuchang’s "second senior brother" would surely reach the realm of a hundred years of true cultivation after practicing for one sixty-year cycle.

Since Tan Shuchang didn’t have many old acquaintances, when he met one, it was proper to give them benefits. Perhaps by serendipity, or perhaps because the King of the Mountain Sea Jiao needed revival, Tan Shuchang then encountered that Mountain Sea Jiao.

The man and the jiao hit it off very well.

Naturally, Tan Shuchang also offered a gift.

After such rounds and detours, Tan Shuchang returned to Chu State. At this time, he was holding a stone in his hands.

This was the "Dream Immortal Sleep Stone" he had taken from Sword Apprentice Mountain.

However, the stone did not contain the "Dream Fairy," which made Tan Shuchang pay more attention to that ancient Reincarnation Land.

For entering that ancient Reincarnation Land could even pull out everything that had already happened.

Such power of the Immortal Path was truly unimaginable!

After returning to Chu State, Tan Shuchang first sat quietly for a moment, and finally, following his true heart, he began to write his diary.

The pen was ordinary.

The paper was ordinary.

The ink was ordinary.

Yet Tan Shuchang, whose cultivation had been stripped away and transformed into his innate talent, could also be considered an ordinary person.

However, when Tan Shuchang began to write, all these mundane items began to manifest myriad strange phenomena. A vast purple aura surged from all directions.

Then, like subjects bowing to an emperor, they bowed down to Tan Shuchang.

...

Tan Shuchang’s Cultivation Diary:

I had thought I would have no questions about the beginning and the end. But today, I find myself uncertain about what is the beginning and what is the end.

Because I saw my mentor again.

Unlike after a hundred years of cultivation, my mentor had washed away all superficialities. Despite being injured, his presence was still commanding. Now, however, his appearance was fierce, brimming with hostility.

It truly confirms the old saying—material conditions determine spirit.

Only when the basic conditions of reality are met can one possess a true demeanor.

I have seen wealthy offspring be generous and carefree, while children from poor families are timid and calculating. The difference between the two seems as vast as heaven and earth, yet if the latter were given the appropriate material base, would they differ from the former?

This must be true for my mentor. A hundred years of cultivation made him imposing—after all, such a realm is the peak of this domain.

Although revered after a hundred years of cultivation, it somewhat resembles being a frog at the bottom of a well.

...

Tan Shuchang had lost count of the years of his cultivation because it no longer mattered.

After finishing this diary entry, he continued to meditate.

At this moment, he was not in any dwelling; he sat cross-legged by a mountain stream—seeing mountains, seeing water, beholding the eternal nature.

And so, Tan Shuchang sat in meditation for five years.

During this time, someone intruded into these mountains and, under some invisible guidance, made their way close to Tan Shuchang.

It was like a surge springing forth, a purple aura that enveloped the sky.

Without seeing the person, just by witnessing this aura, Tan Shuchang knew who it was. Moreover, he knew this girl would come, guided by her own Qi Fortune.

Purple Qi Fortune, naturally associated with various providential opportunities between heaven and earth—a Cultivator who could reverse the flow of time in the Long River and command True Immortals had come to this realm—how could it not attract this purple Qi Fortune?

Thus, the first time this little girl ran away from home, this Qi Fortune guided her here.

With a petite face and delicate features, she was indeed Dongdong. At this moment, the little girl was truly a little girl, opening her big, clear eyes, gazing intensely at Tan Shuchang with those bright, transparent pupils.

Tan Shuchang, who had been meditating for five years, had changed slightly in appearance but not much.

"Who are you?" the little girl asked. "I’m called Dongdong."

After all, she was still very young.

So no matter how witty she was, her mental capacity was insufficient.

"Tan Shuchang."

He introduced himself and slightly nodded.

"Did you come out here alone?" he asked directly, although he had already seen the Sword Cultivator following behind this little girl, he still asked this way.

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, Dongdong immediately lifted her little face, proudly shouting her reply.

Not seeing what there was to be proud of, Tan Shuchang asked, "Are you so confident? Aren’t you afraid of getting lost alone?"

In fact, Dongdong, who had been lost for quite some time, said, "..."

Thus, slightly annoyed and embarrassed, the little girl glared at Tan Shuchang and humphed softly, "You’re out here wearing so much clothing, aren’t you not confident?"