Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

"Here, this is the backup item for the spirit-communicating magic artifact. For about every ten journal entries you write, Tan, one can appear on your side,"

Sword Young Master took out something resembling a dressing mirror and handed it to Dongdong.

However, the moment this little girl heard about this limited functionality, she immediately looked disdainful: "Why is it so useless? Is this Pure Yang's hermitage creation really just like this?"

"Please, the spirit-communicating magic artifact is in someone else's hands. If you want to completely fool the other party, it can only be this way. Don't treat them like fools who won't notice, okay?" Sword Young Master rolled his eyes.

"Then, thank you for your hard work, Uncle," Dongdong said with a wooden face, rather perfunctorily.

"I'm not working hard. I just took a trip to my father's treasure vault and then put the debt on you," Sword Young Master waved his hand nonchalantly.

Dongdong gave him a sidelong glance and then said with an expressionless face, "Then I should go thank Pure Yang."

"That won't be necessary, as Pure Yang has already retreated from the world and does not wish to see anyone for the next few years. In fact, to be on the safe side, he's even had the children of his enemies delivered to Qitian Pavilion to work, so they can take the first few hits for him if anything blows up," Sword Young Master said with a twisted smile.

"Is he that afraid of death?" Dongdong blinked, a hint of surprise flickering in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Because he also feels that there's a high chance that Tan will join our Dong family through marriage one day..."

Clang!

Terrible Sword Qi instantly recoiled, causing the daylight in this region to dim.

"Stop right there, you Demon Cultivator!" Sword Young Master fled in panic.

"I'm a Sword Cultivator!" The expressionless little girl emphasized while she slashed.

...

In Luo State, at Qitian Pavilion.

Inside the Commander's Hall.

Tan Shuchang couldn't help but show a pleased smile, for he had finally nurtured a spirit within the spirit-communicating magic artifact. Suddenly, the artifact flew up by itself and vibrated slightly in front of Tan Shuchang.

It was responding to Tan Shuchang's joy.

Seeing this, Tan Shuchang couldn't contain his happiness and was about to write a journal entry right then. However, he sensed someone approaching, so he put away the artifact.

Before long, a voice came from outside the hall: "The Secret Sword Martial Meeting will soon be convened, Commander Sir, please prepare and head to the Sword Tower in three days to oversee all matters concerning the event."

"The Secret Sword Martial Meeting?"

Tan Shuchang was surprised, then he casually replied, "I understand, you tell the Pavilion Masters to rest assured. There will be no mistakes, and I will not fail the Emperor's grand favor."

Although Tan Shuchang had never participated in this event, he was not unfamiliar with it, as it was one of the grand occasions of the Jiawu Realm's cultivation community.

However, it was only suitable for Sword Cultivators.

Initially, the Secret Sword Martial Meeting wasn't limited only to Sword Cultivators. Any Cultivator could join in the excitement. However, once there, it was very easy for a Sword Cultivator to find a reason to kill them. So over time, an unwritten rule formed: this event was for Sword Cultivators to attend.

No matter whether you hailed from righteous or demonic paths, no matter your background, as long as you were a Sword Cultivator, it was sufficient!

Each Secret Sword Martial Meeting was also overseen by the Qitian Pavilion's Sword-Dao Commander. Although it was said to be overseen, in reality, the Commander's role was simply to use the key given by the court to unlock the seal on the Sword Tower.

Then...

Then, naturally, it was to stand aside and not get in the way of the Sword Cultivators' great event.

The talk of overseeing was just the court attaching glory to its own face, so it wouldn't sound so undignified when spoken of.

Therefore, Tan Shuchang didn't take the matter to heart.

After all, what's so hard about opening a door?

He then continued with his previous unfinished business. He took out the journaling artifact, staring intently at it. As his thoughts wavered, text appeared on it in accordance with what Tan Shuchang wanted.

Tan Shuchang's cultivation diary, four years in training, September, the ninth day.

One must read more books, and if you don't know how to read them, just go with the flow. Look at whichever page the wind blows open, and tear out any page you don't want to see.

Since I've been nurturing my spirituality these past few days, there really hasn't been much to write about, so I'll keep it simple.

Then, as Tan Shuchang, having stored away his Magic Artifact, was getting ready to cultivate, suddenly an indifferent voice, impossible to tell if it was male or female, appeared at his ear, "Player Tan Shuchang has refused to complete the King-Ennobling Accumulative Merit task. Now, we shall punish Tan Shuchang.

The player's level is reset to Ding Nine, and all powers obtained from the bizarre game are stripped!"

"Beginning detection of the bizarre game powers acquired by player Tan Shuchang..."

"Detecting..."

"Unable to detect..."

"???"

"Player Tan Shuchang, having passed through instances of the bizarre game purely by virtue of an extraordinary birth-date, can be listed on the Bizarre Game Wonders Board."

"Punishment transformation—"

"Punish player Tan Shuchang to guard the Lifeless Realm's prison for three days. If he survives three days, no further punishment will be meted out to Tan Shuchang, and the position of City Lord will remain unchanged, with City Lord privileges increased."

An inevitably silent Tan Shuchang: "..."

Passed through instances purely by virtue of an extraordinary birth-date?

How does this bizarre game not seem alive?

Meanwhile, the environment around him had already completed its transformation. He was no longer inside the Commander Sir's hall in Qitian Pavilion. The place where he now found himself was a vast expanse of dark red in which he could see no end.

Crisp! Crisp!

As the sound of something being dragged approached, a door suddenly opened within the dark red expanse.

This door was just a very ordinary door.

Nothing special about it.

But behind this door stood a little girl.

The little girl appeared soft and frail, dressed in a big red dress. She looked at Tan Shuchang, and her face suddenly revealed a very sweet smile. Then, in a sweet voice, she asked, "Big brother, did you come to play with me?"

"Yes, yes!"

Tan Shuchang nodded vigorously, then quickly stepped through the door.

"Big brother, you just came in like that? But Mommy said that not just anyone is allowed in here! So, big brother, you must accept punishment!" Seeing Tan Shuchang enter just like that, the little girl's smile became even sweeter.

Tan Shuchang also smiled, "Let's not rush the punishment. When you have too many debts, you stop worrying. I've got another punishment to deal with anyway. So, little sister, let me take you to a nice place first!"

Having said this, he reached out his hand.

His pale, jade-like slender fingers were now, circulating blood that shimmered with a hint of golden light, and the little girl, who had been sweetly smiling, suddenly showed a look of terror.

"Big brother, we're on the same side..." the little girl quickly cried out.

But Tan Shuchang didn't care about that. He folded the female ghost in half then folded her again, and stuffed her into his sleeve.

Opportunities delivered to your doorstep shouldn't be wasted.

Having taken the female ghost, Tan Shuchang looked around.

The place was still a dark red, but unlike what he saw outside the door, there was now a path. Tan Shuchang followed the path and soon encountered a man with pitch-black skin and a cold expression.

"New guard? Then follow me," the man said in a hoarse voice.

"No need, no need. Although this is my first time here, it all feels quite familiar," Tan Shuchang said, then he reached out his hand again.

With extreme speed, he folded the male ghost in half then folded him again.

After taking this second ghost, Tan Shuchang couldn't help but express his thoughts: "It seems I have indeed inherited my master's mantle, treating both men and women with equal disregard. If my master could see this from beyond the grave, he should rest in peace, knowing his legacy is well continued."

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