Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Chapter 37: 37. What does a Demon Cultivator need the proprieties for?

"My colleagues, there is no need for such formality,"

Tan Shuchang replied with a refined grace, like a scholar rather than a government official, lacking any hint of authority.

However, after saying this, Tan Someone set off for the interior of Qitian Pavilion on his own.

Witnessing this scene, the attendant serving the Deputy Pavilion Master Yun Shutian undoubtedly blinked in surprise because the direction to take if heading to Xizhou City should have been a different one.

This was the way to the inner city of Qitian Pavilion.

Yes, the inner city.

Although Qitian Pavilion bore the name of a pavilion, it had nothing to do with a pavilion per se. Or rather, it originally did, but the main pavilion of Qitian Pavilion had now become akin to a city.

And it was probably the largest city in the twenty-five states of the Jiawu Realm.

"My lord, my lord, you are going the wrong way!" The attendant finally snapped out of his daze. Realizing this was not the time for hesitation, he quickly caught up to Tan Shuchang and voiced a reminder.

"The wrong way? No, it isn’t!" Tan Shuchang said with a look of surprise upon hearing this.

"This is the way to the inner city, but to go to Xizhou city, we need to go the other way, to leave Qitian Pavilion," the attendant hurriedly explained to Tan Shuchang, thinking perhaps his unfamiliarity with Qitian Pavilion was the reason for the confusion.

Tan Shuchang simply smiled upon hearing this, and then he said, "I did not say I was going to Xizhou City..."

"Not going to Xizhou City..." The attendant was immediately dumbfounded.

Previous Spiritual Officers and Generals who came to take up their posts, even if they did nothing, at least pretended to be busy. Especially while at the main pavilion of Qitian Pavilion, they appeared to be more proactive than the next.

Although they were usually busy all day without accomplishing anything, at least they made the gesture.

They provided an explanation, both internally and externally.

"Since it’s my first appointment, shouldn’t I visit the higher-ups first?" Tan Shuchang said, his gaze deeply meaningful. He had planned to visit the four Deputy Pavilion Masters to test their attitude towards him and to corroborate the words of the shadow and the old man from another perspective.

The attendant servant from Yun Shutian, upon seeing Qiu Junlin, respectfully retreated to one side.

After all, in the Qitian Pavilion, none were unaware of Qiu Junlin’s identity.

Following that, with Qiu Junlin leading the way, Tan Shuchang indeed enjoyed what was called a super privilege. The main pavilion of Qitian Pavilion was vast, and thus, even a mere place intended for travelers worshipping the "Water Spirit" to bathe, change clothes, and rest for a while covered an area of ten acres.

The architectural style of the entire place was primarily courtyard-based, filled with flowers, plants, trees, rocks, pools of water, as well as some brightly colored rare and exotic beasts, all commonly seen here.

But for this reason, it would take a cultivator some time to exit this place.

However, as soon as Qiu Junlin took out a triangular flag and waved it a couple of times aimlessly, Tan Shuchang felt a wave of moisture spread around him, and the next second, he appeared inside a resplendent golden hall.

The hall was immense; even its statues stood tens of zhang high.

Amidst these statues stood a middle-aged man at this time. With his eyes tightly closed and one hand behind his back and the other apparently performing calculations, he sensed the commotion and said, "The Water Spirit Banner I gave you is not used in that way."

Qiu Junlin had of course also arrived, but hearing this, he spoke as if he heard nothing, saying to himself, "His name is Tan Shuchang, he’s here to see you."

"So it’s the Spiritual Officer and General Tan, this is our first meeting, and I do not recognize you. Do not take offense, General Tan!" The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked towards Tan Shuchang.

"I’ve seen the great pavilion master," Tan Shuchang cupped his hands in salute, but he did not respond whatsoever to the other party’s "General Tan, do not take offense."

After all, he had already fallen into demonic cultivation, what need had he for human relationships and worldly etiquette! A grudging salute would have to suffice.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was somewhat surprised. After all, his was a mere courtesy remark, and by rights, a general should be fearful and anxious upon hearing such words.

Thus, the great pavilion master Qiu Jun chuckled, "General Tan truly has your father’s demeanor!"

While this comment was a compliment, in essence, it served as a reminder to Tan Shuchang: your father is no longer here, and there’s no Tan family to support you; you should be mindful of your attitude.

"I’m not familiar with my father, so whatever the great pavilion master says, I guess I’ll just listen," Tan Shuchang said.

"..." If not for the constraints of status and situation, the great pavilion master would very much like to inquire just how unfamiliar this father and son were.