Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

In Yuezhou, the Black Heart Mountain was once known for its Heartless Old Man, who was somewhat famous across the twenty-five provinces of the Jiawu Realm. After all, it's not easy to cultivate for a century, and it's even more difficult for those of the Demon Sect.

There are actually many Demon Cultivators, but most cannot withstand cultivation.

Since the leader of the Demon Sect was "suppressed" by Disciple-Beheading Sword Mountain, many inheritances of the Demon Cultivators were lost.

If it weren't for the Heartless Old Man stepping forward to rebuild the Demon Sect, people might not have even known that there were several century-old cultivators in the Demon Sect, some even more powerful than the Heartless Old Man himself.

After the death of the Heartless Old Man, the fame of Black Heart Mountain… had grown even greater.

Cultivators also enjoy gossip.

Especially when someone who had practiced for less than four years managed to slaughter long-famed elders like slicing through melons, the sensation among the cultivators needs no mention.

Some doubted the truth of Tan Shuchang's slaughtering the elders of Disciple-Beheading Sword Mountain, but the Dharma Aspect of the blood-colored human figure was too distinct. At least currently, there was no other Demon Cultivator capable of such an astonishing feat.

Black Heart Mountain is undefended.

But the less it is defended, the less people dare to go there.

As for seeking apprenticeship?

What the Heartless Old Man took disciples for is known to many. And the one who could kill the Heartless Old Man is undoubtedly considered even more ruthless than him in many people's eyes.

That day, many in Qinghe City near Black Heart Mountain saw a streak of light flash across the sky and disappear.

The light streak was swift and accompanied by a fierce Sword Dao.

As such, even a glance was enough to evoke a strong feeling of suffocation.

This was due to the remaining influence of the Sword Master of Heaven and Earth.

Just as a tiger's aura remains even in death.

This made many cultivators curious, and somewhat eager, for such majesty hinted at some mystical artifact making its appearance.

However, these cultivators soon realized that the light had fallen on Black Heart Mountain.

As a result, those who were originally eager to act, suddenly calmed down. Compared to the unknown treasures, they thought their own lives were more important.

Although it was not certain that Tan Shuchang would be at Black Heart Mountain, what if he was?

Inside a residence in Qinghe City, a young girl excitedly spoke to her mistress, "Miss, miss, the direction where that thing fell seems to be Black Heart Mountain. Didn't Mister Tan visit here once? Should we ask him what that thing was?"

"Then go ahead, I won't be going. Oh, right, Ah Lu, help me write a document of emancipation, to declare that she is a free person and has no relation whatsoever to our Li family." Li Luoxia nodded emotionlessly.

"Ah? Then I'm not going either! Miss, don't send me away!" The young girl quickly pleaded while holding Li Luoxia's hand. In the Li family, she needn't worry about food or clothing, and leveraging the influence of her benefactors, not even regular government officials, much less Loose Cultivators, could ignore her without politely addressing her as Miss Xiangxiang.

"Then act less crazy." Li Luoxia rolled her eyes, having no real solution for this servant she'd raised since childhood, like half a daughter. Meanwhile, the expressionless "Ah Lu" added coldly, "You should."

...

Black Heart Mountain, that streak of light had already fallen, revealing a flying sword.

A spirit-communicating Magic Artifact, a supreme among flying swords, coveted by countless Sword Cultivators.

When this flying sword hit the ground, it plunged straight into a rock. This was a piece of inkstone rock, a famously tough and heavy stone on Black Heart Mountain, difficult to handle. Yet upon meeting this flying sword, it was as if it had turned into tofu.

Slightly after the flying sword landed, a ghostly wind blew through.

"What are you running for? Think you can escape?" a voice echoed through the wind.

Following this, a gray, dusty human hand reached out from the wind towards the flying sword because it harbored a soul infused with the Sword Master of Heaven and Earth's power.

But just as the gray hand was about to succeed, another hand swiftly pulled out the sword first.

It was a hand with slender fingers, pale as jade.

As this hand drew the sword, a voice as smooth as jade also followed, "Senior gracing us with your presence, why didn't you notify your junior in advance? Otherwise, I would have prepared a spirit-nourishing Magic Artifact for senior."

"I won't stand on ceremony with you either. My remaining power is scarce, be careful of this malevolent ghost… also, Disciple-Beheading Sword Mountain… there are issues with Disciple-Beheading Sword Mountain..." The weak voice from the flying sword grew fainter, as if it was about to dissipate.

Indeed, it would have been so if not for the dead wood having already achieved the level of Sword Master of Heaven and Earth, where his will of the Sword Dao could influence the forces of heaven and earth, harnessing them for his own use, and at the last moment, burning his lifeblood essence to control his own life-destined flying sword, all the way to Yuezhou's Black Heart Mountain.

"Senior, no need to rush. Here, you have plenty of time." Tan Shuchang said as he held the sword, his palm streaming with blood that wrapped around the sword.

The blood, flickering with a slight golden glow and a sacred sensation, soon pulled the sword into the Blood Pool.

Tan Shuchang's inborn Blood Pool could refine spirits but also serve as a temporary shelter for them, preventing them from being taken away to the Land of Yin and Darkness by the forces of heaven and earth.