When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!

Wu Jue scoffed, ”If the Seven Star Spirit Realm is so powerful, why do you need to invite me? I’ll come begging you myself one day.”

Wei Tiangong merely chuckled and shook his head, unfazed by Wu Jue’s blunt rejection.

For the next while, Gu An watched as Wei Tiangong continued to extol the wonders of the Seven Star Spirit Realm, trying his best to persuade Wu Jue.

But no matter how eloquent he was, Wu Jue refused to be swayed.

Gu An found Wu Jue’s stubbornness amusing.

If he knew that Wei Tiangong was actually a Profound Mind Realm master, how would he react?

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Wei Tiangong.

Gu An glanced up and immediately recognized the newcomer—Wu Jue’s master, Zhou Yu.

【Zhou Yu (Integration Stage, Ninth Level): 864/2000/3100】

As a Venerable Pavilion elder, Zhou Yu’s cultivation was undoubtedly formidable.

His talent was on par with Lü Baitian, proving he was far from ordinary.

Zhou Yu looked at Wei Tiangong and said, ”Senior Tiangong, Wu Jue is my disciple. If you have something to discuss, let’s take it elsewhere.”

Wei Tiangong turned to him and narrowed his eyes in thought. ”Zhou Yu, is it?”

”Yes. Five hundred years ago, I trained under you for several years,” Zhou Yu responded, his tone respectful.

Wu Jue immediately stood and saluted his master.

Realization dawned on Wei Tiangong. He smiled and nodded, ”I see. In that case, let’s speak elsewhere.”

By now, other disciples in the tavern had taken notice, and continuing the conversation here was no longer appropriate.

Without waiting for Wu Jue to say goodbye to Gu An, Zhou Yu grabbed his shoulder and vanished on the spot.

Wei Tiangong, however, smiled at Gu An and gave him a polite nod.

Gu An returned the gesture, raising his hand in a brief salute.

Once Wei Tiangong disappeared, a smirk formed on Gu An’s lips.

Lifting the wine jug, he poured two full cups, raised his bowl toward Wu Jue’s empty seat, and whispered, ”May your future be bright, and may you one day shake the world.” ŗÄ𝐍ó₿Ɛŝ

Then, he downed his drink in one go.

After finishing, Gu An rose, descended the stairs, settled his bill, and left the tavern.

Rather than returning to the Third Medicine Valley, Gu An headed toward the Inner Sect’s Library Hall.

Ever since borrowing World Records and the Continent Map from the Library Hall, Gu An had built a strong relationship with Elder Xu Lu. Over the years, the two had bonded over their shared passion for Adventures of the Green Hero, forming an unlikely friendship across generations.

Notably, Gu An had also befriended Ancestor Kusong during his visits to the Library Hall.

Kusong had concealed his identity as a Supreme Elder, mingling among the disciples as an Inner Sect cultivator. Gu An, of course, had seen through him—but chose not to expose him.

Upon reaching the third floor, Gu An found Xu Lu, handed back his borrowed books, and grinned. ”Elder Xu, do you have any more books by Daoist Xunchun?”

Xu Lu had previously introduced Gu An to Daoist Xunchun’s works, which weren’t officially stocked in the Library Hall but had been sent to Xu Lu by a traveling friend.

These books came from overseas land, where they were immensely popular.

After reading them, Gu An realized that Daoist Xunchun’s writing style was truly exceptional. He even noticed traces of inspiration that had influenced Adventures of the Green Hero.

Later, Xu Lu confirmed that the original author of Green Hero had read Daoist Xunchun’s books and gained inspiration to write his own stories.

Xu Lu took Gu An’s returned books, looked up at him, and scolded, ”Brat, you should only be reading in your free time. Don’t get too addicted.”

Gu An chuckled. ”I have average talent. No matter how hard I train, I probably won’t get past Core Formation. As the Valley Master of the Medicine Valley, I can rely on pills to cultivate. Why waste time training? Might as well enjoy life while I can.”

Xu Lu, being an elder who had already accepted his own fate, found this surprisingly reasonable.

Laughing, Xu Lu said, ”There is one more book by Daoist Xunchun, but someone upstairs has it. You’ll have to ask them.”

Gu An cupped his hands in gratitude and headed toward the fourth floor.

There were only two people on the fourth floor—Ancestor Kusong and a Void Transformation Grandmaster.

The two sat separately, lost in their reading.

Gu An approached Ancestor Kusong, who sat by the window, engrossed in a book.

Taixuan Immortal Venerable!

This was a popular fantasy novel written by Pan An.

Over the years, thanks to the Taixuan Sect’s efforts, both Taixuan Immortal Venerable and Romance of the Gods had spread across the Nine Dynasties, becoming bestsellers.

Of the two, Taixuan Immortal Venerable was the most widely loved, while Romance of the Gods was mainly revered by cultivation elites.

There was even a famous saying in the cultivation world:

”Low realms read Immortal Venerable. High realms read Romance of the Gods.”

Seeing Ancestor Kusong engrossed in a fantasy novel, Gu An was a little surprised.

”Senior, Elder Xu recommended me to you. May I borrow Daoist Xunchun’s book?” Gu An asked softly.

Without looking up, Ancestor Kusong reached into his robe, pulled out a book, and tossed it to him.

Gu An caught it and flipped through a few pages, a smile spreading across his face.

Suddenly, Kusong asked, ”Gu An, have you read Taixuan Immortal Venerable?”

Pan An’s identity was still a closely guarded secret within the Taixuan Sect, and Kusong wasn’t prying into the author’s identity.

Gu An responded casually, ”I have. It’s decent.”

In truth, Gu An had written the novel himself, but he didn’t enjoy reading it—since he already knew every twist and turn.

Kusong chuckled. ”Then you don’t understand its brilliance. In my opinion, it surpasses Romance of the Gods. It resonates with most people—proving the author understands the mortal heart.”

Gu An countered, ”But I still prefer Romance of the Gods. It’s more detailed, more imaginative.”

The two began debating which book was better.

Gu An didn’t hold back.

After all, on the surface, they were just two book lovers sharing a discussion. If he always agreed with Kusong, the old man would’ve lost interest quickly.

After much back-and-forth, Gu An came out on top, leaving content and victorious.

Ancestor Kusong, fuming, watched Gu An descend the stairs before breaking into a playful smirk.

At that moment, the Void Transformation Grandmaster approached—a gray-robed Daoist.

”Ancestor, why argue with a Foundation Establishment cultivator?” he asked, amused.

Kusong replied, ”He may be Foundation Establishment, but do you really think it’s that simple for someone like him to move freely in the Inner Sect?”

The gray-robed Daoist shook his head. ”Maybe he has connections, but talent doesn’t lie.”

Kusong merely smiled and said nothing, returning to his book.

That night.

At Phoenix Mountain’s Nianchu Cave Dwelling, Gu An was teaching Tian Yao’er the Infinite Free Step.

Tian Yao’er was the only person to inherit this technique. Combined with her Innate Divine Immortal Art, she would one day become a peerless powerhouse.

As Gu An observed her training, he suddenly sensed something strange.

Extending his divine sense, he gazed down from the heavens, surveying Phoenix Mountain—and what he saw was shocking.

An endless horde of demons, ghosts, and fiends was marching northward, dark clouds of demonic mist boiling in the night sky.

The earth trembled beneath their advance.

Even Nianchu Cave Dwelling began to shake.

Tian Yao’er clung to Gu An’s arm, her eyes filled with fear. ”It’s happening again…”

Gu An frowned. ”What do you mean?”

Tian Yao’er took a deep breath and whispered, ”Every few decades, all demons gather to worship the Demon Ancestor… in hopes of bringing him back to life.”