Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

His "Iron Head" niece appeared to have benefited greatly from the sermon.

And indeed, that was the case.

Her cultivation had completed a realm. The pillar of fate above her head had changed from its original purple to purplish-gold, like Ning Shuqi and Jun Zimo, beginning its transformation towards gold.

It seemed that, barring any accidents, the Dao Fruit of that ancient Mountain Sea Jiao was slowly returning to her.

"It's strange that a creature born from this world has no affinity for the Sword Dao of this world..." The white-robed elder couldn't help but say this upon seeing that Tan Shuchang had no hint of Sword Dao, even though he fully understood this already.

This, after all, was his sermon!

However, he didn't finish his sentence and stopped halfway voluntarily.

Because if he did finish, it would surely not be the Demon Cultivator who would be embarrassed. Moreover, wouldn't it also prove the Demon Cultivator's remarkable ability?

She was completely immune to even the influence of the Sword Dao legacy he had left behind.

"It's just that the junior has no resonance with the senior's Sword Dao, so I hope the senior wouldn't mind. I believe that if I find the Sword Dao that resonates with me in the future, I will be able to fully understand the Dao that the senior imparted today," Tan Shuchang said respectfully to the mysterious elder when he noticed that the elder didn't continue speaking.

However, by saying this, Tan Shuchang inadvertently added to the elder's annoyance, like noise to his ears.

The white-robed elder's mouth turned up slightly, and squinting his eyes, he asked, "You were pushed here by her, so no matter what, you must gain some insight into the Sword Dao."

As he spoke, a constellation emerged at the tip of the elder's finger, forming a "universe at the fingertip."

"I have a channel to a world that cultivates completely differently from the Primordial Heavenly Realm; I can send you there to cultivate for a while..." the white-robed elder said, feeling it was a bit deliberate, and then added, "If you think going alone is too lonesome, you may find someone to accompany you."

Tan Shuchang hadn't expected the opportunities to come one after another; it seemed that the white palm held a lot of clout. Thus, he was about to say that he would go alone.

However, at that moment, a pill-shaped magical artifact on his body suddenly jumped out on its own.

Then a soft, small voice said, "You guy, what on earth did you feed me back then? It's infuriating! Do you have any idea how detestable that woman demon Yi Qingqing is..."

The little voice was filled with a sense of exasperation.

Seeing this magical artifact leap out, Tan Shuchang couldn't help but be startled.

After all, the place he was in now was isolated from the outside world. Had this little girl's Artifact Refining skills reached such a peak already?

"Although you cannot actively contact the outside world from here, if others seek you out, they are not affected and will even receive some blessings," said the white-robed elder, still smiling gently.

"Then I'll trouble the senior; she will do," Tan Shuchang pointed naturally at the pill-shaped magical artifact, speaking calmly.

After all, the little girl seemed to be brimming with energy.

What's more, the elder specialized in Sword Dao, and just by coming into contact, the little girl might have the chance to unite the second proof with the Dao.

"This little girl who contacted you? No problem," the white-robed elder still squinting, then took care of the matter like a friendly and kind elder, beaming, "That world has quite a few connections with the things you are temporarily handling. Take a closer look when you're there."

With those words, he flicked his sleeve.

In an instant, Tan Shuchang vanished without a trace, and the "universe" at the elder's fingertip disappeared too. Simultaneously, in a certain place in Shenxu Heaven, a spirited young girl who had just quarreled with the Third Generation Sect Leader of the Sacred Gate also disappeared.

The only thing that didn't disappear was the Spirit-Acknowledged Sword, the Heavenly Sword, which had gained the girl's recognition.

Atop the mountain, the white-robed elder no longer smiled. Looking down with an expressionless face, he saw the Heavenly Sword that the little girl had dropped.

With a flick of his hand, the Spirit-Acknowledged Sword Artifact instantly appeared in his grasp.

This renowned flying sword artifact of Shenxu Heaven became excited upon being held by the white-robed elder. The Sword Spirit of the Heavenly Sword had never forgotten the elder despite the years, although prior to seeing the elder, it could never recall his appearance clearly.

Every time it tried to remember, all it saw was a blur.

This celestial sword was born from a breath exhaled by the white-robed elder. By a quirk of fate, it formed amidst the nurturing energy of heaven and earth. Thus, when the sword spirit of this intelligent magic artifact beheld the white-robed elder, it was as if seeing its own father.

At that moment, a pale hand suddenly appeared in front of the white-robed elder and then gave a thumbs-up, only to invert the gesture right after.

Consequently, the once-upward thumb now pointed downward.

"If you've incurred divine punishment, be at peace," said the white-robed elder flatly.

The pale hand grew visibly excited upon hearing the white-robed elder's words, its gestures rapidly changing—not forming any seals, but clearly trying to communicate something.

"I don't understand," stated the white-robed elder, and then he closed his eyes.

This was an act of keeping the heart still by keeping the eye out of sight.

It could also be understood as—refusing to listen, like a stubborn person muttering prayers.

...

At this time, Tan Shuchang was certainly not entering a doomed romance with some mischievous girl, for they were merely locked in a staring contest.

He was the one with small eyes; the girl had large eyes.

It was only when Tan Shuchang got closer that he realized the little girl's eyes were actually bigger than his own.

"Have you cultivated some kind of divine eye skills?" Tan Shuchang asked in surprise.

"Shut up."

Dongdong kept a straight face, glaring hard at Tan Shuchang.

Because a kind-hearted white-robed elder had told him all about why she was here when they arrived together.

Just by listening to the Dao, she offended a being at least at the level of a True Immortal—this demon cultivator was indeed formidable!

"If you won't say, then don't," Tan Shuchang muttered, shaking his head slightly as he found the girl's temperament as petite as her stature.

"Do you know where we are?" Dongdong, used to the demon cultivator's ways, took the initiative to ask a different question.

"You're asking about this place?" Tan Shuchang said, gesturing with his hands.

"Yes, right here," Dongdong nodded her little head.

"I don't know," Tan Shuchang then continued.

"And yet you're so calm?" Dongdong's face darkened a bit, as upon arriving here, all her cultivated abilities had been sealed.

Although she still possessed the robust physique brought by her immortal status and swordsmanship close to the Dao, should she face any formidable character here, defeat was certain.

So, seeing the demon cultivator utterly composed, Dongdong couldn't help but ask, "Haven't your powers been sealed too?"

"They have been," he said.

Tan Shuchang spoke and then dissolved into a pool of golden-red blood.

He wrapped the little girl up and immediately proceeded to shuttle through the void.

"Didn't you say your powers were sealed?" Dongdong asked, both shocked and puzzled.

"My powers were sealed, but this is something I was born with, not acquired through cultivation," Tan Shuchang explained. Otherwise, how could he have remained so composed all along?

Dongdong couldn't help but internally exclaim that a demon lord was indeed hard to kill, but aloud she asked, "So where do we go from here?"

"We need to first figure out where we are," he replied. Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire