Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

The Peach Blossom Sanctuary was engulfed in snow outside, but inside, it possessed its own world. As one walked through the orchard, the peach trees grew increasingly taller, and the blossoms on the branches became as large as a human face.

This was not an illusion; anyone who entered the orchard would involuntarily start to shrink until they could pass through the decayed "Wooden Gate."

This was because three hundred years ago, in an era when myths still lingered, the place was the cultivation site of a Peach Immortal.

The decayed "Wooden Gate" was also left by the Peach Immortal.

Although it looked tattered, even Sword Cultivators could not break through this "Wooden Gate." They could only leave a sword mark on it after several consecutive attacks.

Therefore, over time, a subtle entrance ritual had formed.

That was, before entering the Peach Blossom Sanctuary, one should strike the decayed "Wooden Gate."

Tan Shuchang, though it was his first visit, had already heard quite a bit about the Peach Blossom Sanctuary from that Sword Cultivator on the way here.

Among them was this somewhat strange entry ritual.

Strange as it may be, it was just right for Tan Shuchang at the moment.

Tan Shuchang stopped and looked at the two young men, pausing deliberately on the disciples of Three Plum Mountain before lifting his hand to touch.

There was no strange phenomenon, nor a significant disturbance, but instantly a small gap appeared on the decayed "Wooden Gate."

The gate was grayish-white, and with the gap, Tan Shuchang discovered he could see a glimpse of the scene inside.

The first thing he saw were two cultivators fighting fiercely.

One was just a young boy who kept attacking a middle-aged man. Although the middle-aged man’s cultivation was far superior, he only dodged left and right, seemingly afraid to hurt the boy with his own hands.

"Is this place so ’profoundly’ simple?"

Tan Shuchang was somewhat astonished, as he had expected to see a paradise corresponding to the extensive blossoms and the name "Peach Blossom Sanctuary."

While Tan Shuchang was inwardly sneering, the disciple of Three Plum Mountain, whom he had deliberately noticed before, now had a pale face.

The kind that cultivated the Sword Dao could only leave a sword mark on the gate after several slices. But now, someone had merely touched it and directly created a gap?

However, Tan Shuchang just looked at the arrogant attitude of the young man to scare him a bit; then he stepped through the decayed "Wooden Gate" without another glance at the disciple of Three Plum Mountain.

As he crossed the threshold, the sound initially hushed, then the next second transformed into a cacophony.

Tan Shuchang looked around.

The Peach Blossom Sanctuary was busier than he had imagined.

It was still a peach orchard, but this one grew over a body of water. He described it as a "water surface" rather than a river or lake because Tan Shuchang gazed into the distance and found that he couldn’t see the end of the water.

What was strange was that the young and middle-aged men previously fighting were nowhere to be seen now.

"The Peach Immortal... should truly exist." Tan Shuchang couldn’t help but exclaimed, his tone filled with amazement.

Such miraculous abilities, even the Heartless Old Man, his master who had gained cultivation for a century, even if it became hundreds of times stronger, he wouldn’t likely achieve such Divine Skills.

"Are you new here?" A voice came from not far away, as a cultivator approached on a bamboo raft.

This cultivator, dressed in silk robes, held a bamboo pole in one hand and a fan in the other, presenting a bit of a scholarly elegance.

"I have met a fellow Daoist, indeed this is my first time here," Tan Shuchang responded.

"Then please come aboard!" the cultivator cheerfully added, "I am entrusted with ferrying mortals here, specifically responsible for guiding new Daoists like yourself, and explaining the details of this Peach Blossom Paradise."

Upon hearing this, Tan Shuchang stepped onto the bamboo raft.

As he boarded, Tan Shuchang saw the cultivator’s smile brighten, then he raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, please pay three hundred Upper Xuan seals, and if you do not have that many, you might consider replacing me as the ferryman…"

The cultivator hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw a stack of Upper Xuan seals appear before him.

Upper Xuan seals were made of special materials, each as thin as a silver note, yet identical in form to a stamp.

The denominations on them were not large, with the biggest denomination of Upper Xuan seal being "ten."

The smallest denomination was "one."

However, seeing Tan Shuchang paying so effortlessly, the cultivator couldn’t help but pause before accepting the stack of Upper Xuan seals and look at Tan Shuchang’s calm demeanor. He couldn’t help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, don’t you think that a fee of three hundred Upper Xuan seals is too expensive? It might be more worthwhile to become the ferryman!"

"It is expensive, but consider it as paying for a trip via ’Water Spirit’ transportation," Tan Shuchang said, though he naturally did not mention that he had just found three thousand Upper Xuan seals on the corpse of a Sword Cultivator.

"This is not the same as the ’Water Spirit’…" the cultivator couldn’t help but object.

"No, it’s the same. The ’Water Spirit’ is used by the royal court to consume the Upper Xuan seals in the hands of cultivators, and the charges by ferryman like yourself also seem to consume the Upper Xuan seals from cultivators new to this place," Tan Shuchang elaborated.

"Huh? You could discern that?" the cultivator asked, somewhat astonished.

"Just a guess," he casually replied.

Hearing this, the cultivator no longer spoke, and began to propel the bamboo raft forward.

As the raft moved, the surroundings instantly transformed, as if a veil had been lifted. The young man and middle-aged man that Tan Shuchang had seen before reappeared in his field of vision.

At this moment, the two were still fighting.

"These two should be uncle and nephew. However, the uncle was discovered by his nephew to have a demon cultivator identity, hence the conflict. Because this young man’s parents died at the hands of demon cultivators," the cultivator explained to Tan Shuchang, then asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, the path ahead is clear but blocked by this uncle and nephew.

Would you like to buy a safe passage with a few hundred more Upper Xuan seals?"

"Why do I need to go through such trouble?"

Upon hearing this, Tan Shuchang shook his head and then shouted to the uncle and nephew, "Since both of you recognize each other, and looking at the situation, continuing to fight will most likely lead nowhere. So it may be best if you both just stab each other and end it"?’

No sooner had Tan Shuchang spoken than the uncle and nephew paused, then the middle-aged man furrowed his brow and asked, "Could you possibly be Tan Shuchang?"

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