Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for four years, in September, at the age of thirteen.

Today, after a moment of strenuous cultivation, he had achieved a slight breakthrough.

It turns out that for cultivators, when they step into the tumultuous mortal world and engage in conflict, it is essential to declare one's sect or origin first - there is a good reason for this custom.

Today, I killed six senior predecessors from Mount Sword, yet I failed to learn all their names.

Truly a regrettable matter.

Luckily, two of them transformed into ghosts post-mortem, which brought forth two slabs of merit bamboo tokens - at least their deaths had some value. A cause for celebration indeed, a cause for celebration indeed.

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As Tan Shuchang looked at the characters emerging on the recording magic artifact, he couldn't help but nod in approval. Then, after a slight hesitation, he decided to list what he had gathered from the six Mount Sword senior cultivators.

The first of the senior Mount Sword cultivators whom he had slain with the Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi dropped treasures hidden in his sleeve upon death, scattering them on the ground.

At that time, no one else dared to pick them up, and subsequently, they were collected and divided among his five fellow sect members.

However, as those five died, those items landed in Tan Shuchang's hands.

In the Jiawu Realm, there is no "storage bag," an item essential for beginner cultivators in novels. Artifacts involving void power in the Jiawu Realm have a special name - Senior Cultivator's Cave Abode.

These portable spaces, each a small heaven in its own right, are filled with spiritual energy and not only suitable for transplanting various spiritual medicines but also greatly accelerate a cultivator's progress.

However, unless it is absolutely necessary, or if there is a profound hatred to be avenged, cultivators are reluctant to train within such Senior Cultivator's Cave Abodes.

After all, while cultivation might accelerate within, the consumption of one's lifespan accelerates just as quickly.

For this reason, the five senior Mount Sword cultivators, when traveling, still relied on obscure secret techniques like the Sleeve Art to carry their treasures.

Even though this kind of secret technique requires minimal energy consumption, it still demands continuous maintenance by the cultivator.

Therefore, once a cultivator who uses this technique falls, the secret technique naturally dissipates.

It's like dropping equipment and gold coins upon dying in a game.

At this moment, as Tan Shuchang's thoughts shifted, more characters continuously emerged on the recording magic artifact: the most useless Black Profound Seal first, a total of sixty-eight thousand coins. How cumbersome to carry so many around.

Then, he listed in a new line: a total of six supreme flying swords. Those from Mount Sword really are rich and imposing, each person holding a spiritually-attuned magic artifact. Look at Zhao Huaiji, even a single martial spirit-attuned artifact was tampered with, it's truly excessive.

Changing lines once more, Tan Shuchang continued to control the recording magic artifacts with his thoughts: one Dreaming Immortal sleeping stone, fortunate to have an instruction manual, or I would really not know what to do with such a large stone.

"Blood Skull Sorcery," a volume, one gloomy magic artifact from Xuan Yin Mountain, an Ethereal Mirror, a pair of Five-Phase Bracelets, a Ten Thousand Spirits Seal, and a Soul-Calling Banner.

This was Tan Shuchang's entire haul this time; in terms of quantity, what these individuals brought with them was not as much as Zhao Huaiji's belongings.

But considering Zhao Huaiji was the weakest among the seven, this made sense again.

Once a Sword Cultivator reaches the level of these individuals, they either break through the realm of Sword Dao, entering the domain of "Sword Master of Heaven and Earth," and thus smoothly elevate their power to a hundred-year cultivation level.

Or they are stuck in their current realm, with Sword Qi attacking their heart, dying in regret.

The way of the Sword Cultivator is unrivaled in killing.

But conversely, Sword Dao's requirements for a cultivator's talent are extremely high.

Thus, in this world, there are second-generation officials and rich folks, followers of Dao and Buddha, but the so-called second-generation Sword Cultivators are rare.

Being a second-generation Sword Cultivator isn't about possessing a fine sword and practicing for over a decade.

It is about reaching the realm of Integration of Man and Sword! Otherwise, at most, it's a matter of familial tradition, possessing a fraction of the father's skill.

"I forgot to have a ghost help me check this token before..." After recording all his loot, Tan Shuchang finally remembered the token he had obtained from searching Zhao Huaiji's body.

This made him somewhat regret acting too hastily.

Because the only thing he obtained in the Imprisoning Lifeless Jail was, after being booted out of the odd game, hastily converted by him into a wave of Bloody Sword Qi.

And this wave of Sword Qi, which turned out to make a difference twice, was the tenth wave of Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi.

The tenth wave of Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi, inheriting the full set of skills of the Shadow Ghost, perfectly exemplified that the truly terrifying attacks are the stealthiest.

The skills of this ghost were quite impressive. Tan Shuchang was able to find this Shadow Ghost because another ghost, having been caught, betrayed the Shadow Ghost to barter for its freedom.

Tan Shuchang originally planned to temporarily let this ghost go, and once he captured the Shadow Ghost, he would recapture the informer.

After all, he only said he would release it; he didn't say he wouldn't catch it again.

However, what he didn't expect was for the authority hound of the Imprisoning Lifeless Jail, the Black King, to arrive just then, and upon its appearance, to give him a demonstration of what authority really meant.

Still, though somewhat regretful, it was only to a small extent. In the Jiawu Realm, it's difficult to find a ghost with whom one can communicate properly, but in that odd game, it was a completely different story. And sometimes, he didn't even need to do anything; the ghost would come to him on its own.

Just like ordering takeout.

Now, Tan Shuchang looked at the diary he had written, pondered for a moment, then took out the bark of the sinking wood and transferred all the text onto it.

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