"Alas, why do I always have a sense of foreboding?"
Li Changsheng pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed softly.
This Cultivation World is too dangerous.
His parents merely wanted to join in the excitement, but ended up dying in the aftermath of a battle between two cultivators.
Therefore, having witnessed the many stories and transformations over a hundred years, he understands one thing clearly in his heart.
That in this Cultivation Realm, one must develop stealthily and not be reckless, neither relying on minor achievements to flaunt outside arrogantly.
He's seen too many such people.
Without exception, their graves now have grass three feet tall.
Therefore.
During these past ten years of rapid progress, Li Changsheng never once revealed his cultivation before others.
Until a few days ago, a group of Demons from the Joyful Union Demon Sect set their sights on his harem of hundreds of concubines.
Feeling powerless, he finally took action.
