"Five years of cultivation, and finally, I tasted the power of the immortals," Tan Shuchang wanted to keep a diary, but the thought of that mystical white hand forced him to suppress this urge.
Previously, that hand had scattered his diary across the heavens and the earth. Had he not already been famous across the Jiawu Realm, nurous cultivators would have sought to fight him to death.
After all, his cherished secret techniques, hard-earned cultivation techniques, were imprinted with pages from his diary. Although it didn't interfere with comprehension, it sowhat affected readability.
As for other places imprinted with his diary, they were too nurous to count.
However, upon further thought, if he didn't write, wouldn't that an the mystical white hand would no longer appear? In that case, how would he take his revenge! After all, he hadn't found a single record related to the origins of the mystical white hand.
Thus, after hesitating for a while, Tan Shuchang began to write again.
This ti, he did not use the magic artifact for recording.
He used simple paper instead.
Since he couldn't prevent it, and was also trying to lure out the mystical white hand, he decided not to put too much thought into it.
Tan Shuchang had already been in this world for twenty years, and since he had started reading from a young age, the mistress of the Tan family had required him to write every day. Thus, Tan Shuchang had truly practiced his handwriting to perfection.
He might not be considered a master calligrapher, but anyone who saw his writing would find it pleasing to the eye.
At this mont, Tan Shuchang wrote—
Tan Shuchang had cultivated for five years, October, twenty-fifth.
Since I first t my ntor, the Heartless Old Man, at the age of fifteen and followed him to cultivate at Black Heart Mountain, I have today finally achieved immortality. I am profoundly grateful to my ntor.
I imagine that if my ntor's spirit is watching from heaven, he would be consoled. Enjoy new chapters from empire
After all, even if he had another hundred years, he couldn't achieve even one-tenth of my ability.
And at this thought, I can't help but think of my second senior brother, and regret that I didn't eradicate him when I had the chance.
Demon cultivators are truly fickle.
Clearly harboring murderous intentions towards , yet hesitating to act.
Forcing to adhere to etiquette and not strike first!
Having written this, Tan Shuchang felt that he had written enough in his diary for the day, so he exhaled, helping the ink to dry, and then tucked it away into his sleeve.
Following this, Tan Shuchang set off for Vast Cold State.
His journey had dual purposes: first, to collect several pieces for assembling a Nine Apertures Martial Demon's body, and second, to visit Jinglong Cave Heaven. Fortunately, the Sword Temple was sponsoring him generously. Thus, Tan Shuchang, who had been penniless for years, now found himself considerably well-off and lacking nothing for visits and gifts.
Amidst changing clouds and mist, Tan Shuchang's figure had already reached the Peach Blossom Marvel in Vast Cold State. According to the information obtained at Luoja Mountain, two smaller pieces of the Nine Apertures Martial Demon's body were in the hands of two demon cultivators in this very Marvel.
He planned to appeal to their sense of reason and emotion.
But at this very mont, the diary, which had been securely tucked inside Tan Shuchang's sleeve, suddenly disappeared. Naturally, Tan Shuchang had no inkling of it.
And this was not because he had used ordinary paper to write his diary this ti, but rather because it was that mystical white hand again, acting far more discreetly than before upon realizing that Tan Shuchang could interfere with its actions.
How much more discreetly?
Regardless, even if Tan Shuchang were watching directly, he would most likely not notice the mystical white hand's interference.
It's just to say, when certain beings get bored, they truly get bored.
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