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

In the Land of Demons and Devils, autumn had painted the world golden. Leaves covered the ground like an endless shimmering ocean.

Li Ya soared through the sky atop his Northern Sea Heavy Sword, while Zhang Bukui stood behind him, gazing into the distance.

Far ahead, a figure moved at a speed far beyond theirs, heading toward the edge of the heavens. The sheer intensity of that figure’s aura made Zhang Bukui’s heart tremble.

”Li Bro, are we really going to throw ourselves into this mess?” Zhang Bukui couldn’t help but ask.

Li Ya was the first true friend he had ever made. Over the past year, they had ventured through the Land of Demons and Devils, surviving life-and-death battles together, forging an unbreakable bond.

Granted, they got injured a lot—but at least, they had each other’s backs. It was far better than wandering alone.

The fierce wind brushed against Li Ya’s handsome, resolute face, but he smiled.

”With so many powerful cultivators heading there, let’s at least take a look. No need to fight right away—we’ll just observe. If there’s no opportunity, we’ll enjoy the show. But if there is…” He chuckled. ”Well, that’d be a nice bonus.”

Zhang Bukui considered his words and nodded in agreement. His gaze filled with anticipation.

Gu An didn’t stay focused on the ascension site—he had work to do.

He was planning to expand Nianchu Cave Dwelling. Unlike Xuantian Cave Dwelling, which was hidden but exposed to prying eyes, Nianchu Cave Dwelling was his true stronghold, personally overseen by Tian Yao’er.

Arriving at the cave, Gu An used his mana to expand its boundaries.

Tian Yao’er gaped at the sight. Tianqing and Tianbai, perched on her shoulders, swayed their heads in awe.

Gu An walked along the mountain walls, his right hand raised. With each step forward, the solid rock caved inward, seamlessly reshaping itself—no debris fell, and the cave remained stable.

The sheer mastery left Tian Yao’er in shock.

She had always known Gu An was strong, but this level of control? This was beyond her understanding.

Even after all her years of cultivation, she couldn’t begin to fathom his divine abilities.

After one incense stick’s time, Nianchu Cave Dwelling had doubled in size. And with Phoenix Mountain’s vast terrain, Gu An could expand it tenfold in the future without any issues.

He walked to a stone table, placed down a storage bag, and said, ”These are all seeds. You handle the planting. Don’t disappoint me.”

Without waiting for her response, he vanished into thin air.

Tian Yao’er didn’t even check the storage bag. Instead, she tried to mimic his movements, raising her right hand and carefully recalling his technique… 𝐑𝖆₦ố₿Εȿ

At Third Medicine Valley, Gu An set down his pen and walked to the window. His gaze turned toward the Land of Demons and Devils.

Last night, after the ascended cultivator arrived, a hidden monument had activated a sealed realm, opening a gateway to a miniature world.

Countless Grandmasters rushed in.

Now, early in the morning, many had already fled, engaging in chaotic battles—including Li Ya and Zhang Bukui.

In the mountains by the great river, Li Ya lay covered in blood among the fallen trees, his eyes locked onto the unrivaled figure high above.

Gritting his teeth, he struggled to rise.

”Hahahaha! So this is the legendary Heavenly Great Realm? What a joke! Either I ascended to the wrong place, or this realm is just… weak!”

The voice belonged to a man with long, blood-red hair.

Two curved black horns protruded from his head. His upper body was bare, clothed only in black pants, with a fiery red sash wrapped around his waist.

Blood-red sigils wriggled like living creatures across his muscular frame, pulsating in sync with his spiritual energy.

In his hand, he wielded a silver staff, effortlessly fending off the onslaught of Grandmasters attacking from all directions.

With a casual swing, he unleashed a wave of blood-colored flames, sweeping across the heavens.

A single strike—dozens of Grandmasters were sent reeling backward.

He vanished, only to reappear behind a Profound Mind Grandmaster, swinging his staff down.

Boom!

The Grandmaster crashed into the great river, his fate uncertain.

Zhang Bukui, also badly injured, flew to Li Ya’s side. His wounds weren’t as severe, but they were bad enough.

”Li Bro, we should retreat!” he urged.

Li Ya was reluctant, but in the face of absolute power, he had no choice. He nodded.

Supporting each other, the two fled into the distance, as the ascended cultivator’s laughter echoed across the battlefield.

That man wasn’t just defeating his opponents—he was toying with them, delighting in their suffering.

”Run, little ants! And remember my name—I am the Blood Prison Great Saint!”

Hearing that, Zhang Bukui instantly sped up.

The last thing he wanted was for that maniac to chase them down.

But in reality—Blood Prison Great Saint had already set his sights on them.

Something about these two intrigued him—half-human, half-demon bloodlines?

Especially Zhang Bukui—his aura was abnormally strong, almost as if he were suppressing a higher cultivation level.

His axe techniques were also remarkable.

For now, he let the others collapse around him, losing interest in the battle.

Instead, his glowing red eyes turned toward the mountains where Li Ya and Zhang Bukui had escaped.

Moments later, he followed after them.

An hour later…

Li Ya and Zhang Bukui landed in a misty forest, dense with spiritual energy—perfect for hiding.

As soon as they touched down, Li Ya set up a defensive array, while Zhang Bukui watched in silence, not understanding formations.

Once the array was complete, the two finally relaxed.

Li Ya grinned, wiping the blood off his face. Despite his wounds, excitement gleamed in his eyes.

He raised his right hand, retrieving a fist-sized golden fruit from his storage bag.

”With this, our efforts weren’t wasted.”

Zhang Bukui wiped his own bloodied face, his tone filled with admiration. ”Li Bro, you’re amazing. You were so fast—the Grandmasters didn’t even notice you snatching that treasure!”

Li Ya smirked proudly.

”We’re brothers. Half for each of us. This thing contains incredible power—it’s definitely meant for body refinement.”

Even if he couldn’t surpass Zhang Bukui in combat, at least he could be the ”big brother” in other ways.

As they chatted excitedly, they remained unaware—a figure was silently approaching them.

Blood Prison Great Saint had already overheard their entire conversation.

Li Ya’s formation meant nothing to him.

A cold smirk formed on the Great Saint’s lips.

But just as he took another step forward…

A hand landed on his shoulder.

Boom!

His demonic energy froze instantly. His body became motionless.

His pupils shrank.

Who?!

How was this possible?!

He tried to resist, but no matter how much he struggled—he couldn’t move.

This level of absolute suppression—

What kind of monster was behind him?

Standing behind him was none other than Gu An, his Nine Extremes Yin-Yang Body fully activated.

Before making his move, Gu An had carefully ensured Blood Prison Great Saint had no reinforcements.

【Blood Prison Great Saint (Grand Ascension Stage, Level 8): 1209/9000/9999】

Grand Ascension, Eighth Level.

Even stronger than Lu Lingjun.

Gu An smirked.

And with that, he invaded the Great Saint’s mind with Soul Search…

Despite his fearsome title, Blood Prison Great Saint was, surprisingly, not truly evil.

He had never actually committed atrocities—he just had a vile mouth. His constant boastful, menacing words made people assume he was a mass murderer.

Over time, as his enemies spread slander, his infamy grew, until he became known as Blood Prison Great Saint—a name synonymous with terror.

Yet, in truth, he had never actually killed anyone who begged for mercy. As long as someone didn’t have an irreconcilable grudge with him, he would let them go if they surrendered.

And he himself took pride in this terrifying reputation.

To him, being feared by the entire Spirit Realm was an achievement.

But now…

After scanning through his memories, Gu An suddenly lost the desire to kill him.

If no one was watching, why not just keep him?

After all, he had seen the original divine beast whose blood the Great Saint had absorbed—this could be useful.

Right now, with the Demon Ancestor dead, the Land of Demons and Devils had become a battlefield where human cultivators fought over opportunities.

Seven Star Spirit Realm’s focus was entirely on the Sealed Demon, so they weren’t paying any attention to the Blood Prison Great Saint.

Perhaps… they had already seen plenty of ascended cultivators like him before.

Blood Prison Great Saint’s consciousness stirred.

His head ached, his body felt sluggish, and everything seemed wrong.

With great difficulty, he opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a massive tree.

A young man sat on the grass beneath it, holding a book in his hands, reading calmly.

Then—

He jerked upright in panic.

He tried to leap away—but he couldn’t.

Instead, he simply stood up, unable to flee.

A horrible realization dawned upon him.

His eyes widened in terror.

He looked down at himself—

And saw that he had become a massive ox, covered in dark red fur.

His shoulders were almost as tall as a grown man.

He tried to speak, but all that came out was—

”Moo!”

Even worse—his cultivation was completely gone!

It was Primordial Return Divine Path.

Gu An had sealed his cultivation down to the Qi Refining Stage, completely suppressing his demonic core and divine soul.

To everyone else, he now appeared to be nothing more than a lowly First-Rank demonic beast.

”Serve me for a thousand years, and I’ll let you go.”

Gu An closed his book, speaking calmly.

Hearing this, Blood Prison Great Saint felt nothing but fear.

This young man before him… who was he?!

Gu An stood up and walked toward him.

The ox instinctively stepped back, trembling.

With no cultivation left, he didn’t even dare to run.

In the end, he was captured and mounted.

Gu An sat atop his back, patting him twice, then pointed forward.

Having no other choice, the Blood Prison Great Saint began walking in humiliation.

As dusk fell, Gu An rode into Xuan Valley atop his new ”mount.”

The Blood Prison Great Saint, now a massive red-furred ox, was an instant attraction.

Disciples gathered around, pointing and whispering in curiosity.

The great demon saint was utterly stunned.

Because Gu An had sealed his divine sense, he had spent the entire journey fearing what kind of ”demonic hell” he was being taken to.

But now—

What the hell was this?!

These ”cultivators” around him had such weak auras…

They were all Qi Refining Stage?!

For a brief moment, he felt like he had wandered into some backwater sect in the Spirit Realm.

Then, he saw Gu An laughing and introducing him to the other disciples…

That feeling of disorientation turned into an emotional crisis.

He was Blood Prison Great Saint!

The most powerful demonic hero in ten thousand years!

He had swept across nine continents and seven oceans, dominating his realm!

He had earned his Saintly Title through sheer, unstoppable power!

And now…

He had ascended to immortality… only to become someone’s mount?!

For the first time in his life—

Blood Prison Great Saint felt completely and utterly lost.