Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Chapter 60: 60. To become an eloquent Demon Cultivator

The initial interaction with the person who had saved his life was a bit awkward, but Tan Shuchang actively helped the other party find a way to save face, and the atmosphere between them once again became harmonious and friendly.

Subsequently, Tan Shuchang also learned the identity of the other party.

He was the son of the previous Family Head of the Heavenly Sword Mansion of Chu State, known throughout the cultivation world as a sword prodigy with a prestigious reputation.

"Please convey my thanks to Dongdong on my behalf," Tan Shuchang said with a sincere expression and earnest words.

He considered himself to have no connection with the Dong family, the only link being, perhaps, that little girl.

As a result, Tan Shuchang couldn’t help but start to reflect on himself.

He felt he must have projected his own pettiness onto a noble character. He had helped that little girl a few times, and although that girl, who seemed very much like a demon cultivator, never expressed her thanks verbally and was quick to draw her sword, when it really came down to it, she still didn’t hesitate to come to his aid!

The first time he met that young miss from the Dong family, Tan Shuchang remembered, she was crying over a fabricated betrothal. Coincidentally, Tan Shuchang had just heard from his mentor, the Heartless Old Man, that the Fairy of Poetry from the Jiaxia Sect was the most hypocritical of all, with a strong disdain, even animosity, for women who would cry over men at the drop of a hat.

Many of the "fairies" in the Jiaxia Sect originated from just such backgrounds.

And among them were several who had been the direct disciples of the Fairy of Poetry.

Therefore, Tan Shuchang had proactively approached her, advising the young miss to see things in a different light and avoid being refined into a living puppet by that old woman, turning into a soulless creature at a young age.

The second time, Tan Shuchang discovered the bootlicking specter of the Jiaxia Sect was on the Thought-Over Cliff. Sensing something off about that specter at the time, he urged the young miss to leave quickly.

The third time...

Flashbacks of their interactions over the past three years passed through his mind in an instant, and Tan Shuchang couldn’t help feeling a trace of shame. He actually suspected that it was this young miss who had stolen his journal.

Thus, Tan Shuchang applied the remaining ninety-nine percent of his equanimity to ponder who, or what thing, would be so bored as to steal his journal?

Was his journal really worth stealing for the other party?

At this moment, seeing Tan Shuchang’s genuine demeanor, the sword prodigy couldn’t help but tighten his sleeves. Although he knew the two scrolls wouldn’t fall out, he still uncontrollably wanted to make sure.

Then, the sword prodigy said with an awkward laugh, "Absolutely, absolutely, Dongdong, this young miss, despite her expressionless face most of the time, is actually always expressionless..."

Tan Shuchang, coming back to his senses, "..."

Could this be what they call ’awkwardly pausing’?

The few who couldn’t contact Zhao Huaiji and didn’t believe he was dead had brought out another opportunity.

The Dream Immortal Sleeping Stone!

This was once the resting place of a nearly Immortal figure who practiced dream magic, when they were still in the Jiawu Realm. Over time, this utterly ordinary rock on the mountain underwent an extraordinary transformation.

Especially since that nearly Immortal figure had intentionally left behind the inheritance of dream magic before leaving, this stone was essentially reborn.

It wasn’t a Magic Artifact, but it was more durable than most. Though it wasn’t a sentient treasure, it possessed a similar spirituality to one.

If the Dream Immortal Sleeping Stone had been given more time, it could potentially have become a unique Mountain-Sea Beast. Now, of course, that possibility no longer existed.

The ancestors of Swordlessness Mountain had left seventy-two sword imprints on the stone.

Not only did this prevent the spiritual essence in the stone from growing stronger, but it also ensured that the inheritance of the Dream Immortal remained contained and did not dissipate.

The inheritance of the Dream Immortal was originally meant to scatter.

It arrived with the wind and entered with the dream.

It was for those who were fated to receive it.

"Once Nephew Long completes this great dream, he is bound to have matured quite a lot," a senior cultivator from Swordlessness Mountain sighed as he looked at Long Zhangyuan, who had entered the dream.

At the moment, Long Zhangyuan was indeed struggling to prove his worth, not only having made a mess of the Caiyun Valley affair but also failing to successfully shatter a stepping stone.

But they were patient.

Firstly, he was the Son of the Heavenly Mandate, chosen by the ancestors—an auspicious and rare birth. Secondly, Long Zhangyuan was originally just a fisherman’s son; although his bloodline was exceptional, being the posthumous child of the Dragon Crown Prince and not truly of lowly commoner blood, he was still ultimately mortal flesh.

In particular, his childhood experience, no different from that of a commoner’s, also limited his worldview.

However, humans are creatures that continuously change with their environment.

With a full granary, one learns manners; with adequate clothing and food, one understands honor and shame.

Thus, as long as he saw more and owned more, this Son of the Heavenly Mandate would ultimately become what they wanted him to be. Living to their age, they had long understood that the temperament of great figures is, in the end, formed over years of commanding others and accumulating the persona.

To put it less politely, even a dog given such treatment could develop the temperament of a great figure.