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

Before coming here, Gu An had already used divine sense to survey the island.

The strongest cultivator present was a bit more powerful than Divine Soul Lord, but not by much.

If there were Celestial Ascension Stage cultivators, then there might be even stronger beings hidden in the shadows.

But with Roving Immortal Stage as the apparent peak, there likely wasn’t anything far beyond Celestial Ascension lurking unseen.

Even if there was, as long as Gu An kept a low profile, there shouldn’t be any trouble.

He made his way to the Sea Protectorate, intending to register an identity token—a requirement for conducting business and accessing major buildings.

This was something he had already confirmed through his divine sense.

The Sea Protectorate was immense, spanning a hundred miles, with a constant stream of cultivators coming and going.

Just as he stepped inside, a young attendant approached him.

“Senior, what business do you wish to handle today?”

“I need an identity token.”

“Understood, please follow me.”

The attendant was both respectful and enthusiastic.

There were many attendants like him, all dressed in plain yet tidy clothing. From the colors of their robes, one could roughly gauge their status in the Sea Protectorate.

The attendant chatted amicably as they walked, introducing both the Sea Protectorate and the island itself.

“This island is called Seeker’s Island. It’s a renowned neutral ground on the ocean, where transactions can be conducted with peace of mind. If disputes arise, the Island Lord personally upholds justice and can even call upon major sects like the Starsea Sect Alliance, Seven Star Spirit Realm, and Deep Sea Spirit Palace.”

Despite speaking of such formidable sects, the attendant remained humble and composed—a quality that Gu An appreciated.

When Gu An asked for his name, the attendant looked genuinely flattered and quickly introduced himself.

Of course, Gu An already knew—but formalities mattered.

[Hu Xiaojian (Nascent Soul Stage, Level 2): 480 / 860 / 2200]

For someone with this lifespan, Hu Xiaojian would be considered a genius in Taixuan Sect.

But here on Seeker’s Island, he was merely a servant.

Such a vast difference in standards.

“Senior, have you reached the Immortal Dao Realm?”

Hu Xiaojian cautiously asked.

Gu An’s presence felt profound—not overbearing, but possessing a natural aura of refinement, making him seem like a reclusive grandmaster.

“Yes,” Gu An replied casually.

Hu Xiaojian’s excitement skyrocketed.

Half an incense stick later, under Hu Xiaojian’s guidance, Gu An arrived at a grand hall.

The cultivators entering and exiting were all at the Grand Ascension or Nirvana Stages.

Those at the Nirvana Stage were likely outsiders, like himself.

Meanwhile, the Grand Ascension cultivators seemed to be affiliated with the Sea Protectorate.

As for Scattered Immortals—they were far rarer.

Hu Xiaojian led Gu An to an elderly cultivator and explained his purpose.

The elder immediately rose and escorted them to a side chamber.

[Chu Feng (Nirvana Stage, Level 5): 3,860 / 15,000 / 17,000]

Gu An glanced at the lifespan data but said nothing, following Chu Feng’s lead.

From a redwood cabinet, Chu Feng retrieved a white jade token, blank and unmarked.

Handing it to Gu An, he instructed, “Infuse it with your spiritual power and silently recite your name—this will finalize the registration.”

Gu An took the token, adjusted his aura, and infused it with his spiritual power.

A few breaths later, he raised the identity token, showing it to Chu Feng.

”Meng Lang, Sixth Level of the Scattered Immortal Stage.”

Chu Feng’s expression shifted instantly—he hurriedly clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

“Senior!”

Hu Xiaojian, even more ecstatic, followed suit with a respectful bow.

Gu An withdrew the token indifferently and asked, “I heard that a high-rank identity token comes with certain benefits?”

Chu Feng nodded and respectfully explained the privileges:

Satisfied, Gu An directly assigned Hu Xiaojian to be his guide.

Hu Xiaojian was both shocked and thrilled, while Chu Feng merely smiled and encouraged him.

Thus began Gu An’s shopping spree on Seeker’s Island.

First, he traded for spirit stones.

It was worth noting that the island’s currency standard was one high-grade spirit stone.

Lower-grade spirit stones—mid or low—weren’t even accepted.

Low-level cultivators couldn’t even set foot on the island.

Brutal, but practical.

After all, what cultivator below Nascent Soul Stage could even traverse the ocean to reach Seeker’s Island?

The island was millions of miles from the nearest landmass, with no other islands nearby.

For someone like Hu Xiaojian, the Seven Star Spirit Realm was an incredibly distant power.

The sect he had heard about most was the Starsea Sect Alliance—the undisputed ruler of the seas.

By dusk, Gu An returned to Xuan Valley.

Purchasing medicinal herbs took time—it wasn’t something that could be done in one visit.

Fortunately, Seeker’s Island had an abundance of high-grade herbs.

Even Ninth-Grade medicinal herbs were available.

There were even rumors that once every few decades, Seeker’s Island would auction off Immortal Dao Spirit Trees.

After greeting the valley disciples, he went upstairs to continue writing his book.

Once his purchase was complete, it would be time to publish Journey to the West!

His trip to Seeker’s Island had left him in a great mood.

Using the alias Meng Lang was a tribute to an old friend.

And he wasn’t worried about being recognized.

Most people who knew Gu An would never set foot on Seeker’s Island in their entire lives.

As for Xuantian Yi and An Hao—even with their talent, they wouldn’t reach the Immortal Dao Realm anytime soon.

If Xuantian Yi really was connected to the Starsea Sect Alliance, he might visit Seeker’s Island one day.

Still—Gu An couldn’t help but imagine a future where he and Xuantian Yi met overseas.

Wouldn’t Xuantian Yi’s reaction be interesting?

One month later—

Now ninety-eight years old, Gu An visited Nianchu Cave Dwelling.

Finding Tian Yao’er, he led her into his Celestial Realm, then took out a massive collection of medicinal herb seeds and handed them over.

Seeing the sheer quantity of seeds, Tian Yao’er’s eyes widened in shock, her breathing growing rapid.

“How long… would it take to plant all these?”

Gu An had completely emptied his fortune—and yet, he had only taken out a quarter of his stock.

Chuckling, he said, “These seeds are Seventh-Grade at minimum. You better be careful—if you mess up, I will hold you accountable.”

Seventh-Grade?!

Tian Yao’er gasped—then, moments later, her excitement exploded.

If all these high-grade herbs thrived, the spiritual energy in this realm would overflow!

Wasting no time, she began planting immediately.

Meanwhile, Gu An channeled his spiritual power into the earth, converting it into Five Elements Spiritual Energy.

Letting the realm absorb natural energy was far too slow.

Thankfully, his Primal Heaven and Earth Art contained methods for converting spiritual power into energy.

A long road lay ahead.