Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Chapter 78: 78. The mentor, he should rest in peace now

"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."

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."