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

Dragon-Slaying Spear descends from the Nine Heavens?

Slaying a dragon?

Such arrogance!

Upon hearing You Yingying’s words, the Blood Prison Great Saint couldn’t help but reveal a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He looked up and saw a golden radiance spreading across the southern sky, growing more and more spectacular as if the heavens themselves were changing color.

Gu An also turned his head to look, though he had already caught sight of the approaching figure.

Nirvana Stage, Ninth Level!

Golden light gradually enveloped the sky above Taixuan Sect. More and more people soared into the air, looking up in anticipation.

The sound of dragon roars echoed continuously, growing louder and louder, signaling the rapid approach of the newcomer.

Before long, a five-clawed golden dragon, a thousand feet long, soared from the horizon. Its majestic and domineering presence sent tremors through the Outer Sect City.

Gu An noticed that within the dragon’s head was a long spear—golden from tip to shaft, entwined by a golden dragon. The dragon’s mouth spat out the spear blade, exuding an overwhelming aura of power.

That’s no ordinary treasure!

Perhaps this was the so-called immortal treasure that You Yingying had mentioned!

This golden dragon was not a real dragon but was instead condensed from the immortal treasure itself.

Atop the dragon’s head stood a man clad in a white robe embroidered with golden patterns. A red sash was wrapped around his waist, his shoulders were broad, and his posture upright. His confidence was impossible to conceal. His handsome features were framed by long hair gathered beneath a crown, with two strands of black hair hanging at his ears, swaying in the wind.

High above, Gui Jiuxiao looked down upon Taixuan Sect, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes radiating wild arrogance.

Gu An locked eyes on him and activated his Lifespan Perception.

【Gui Jiuxiao (Nirvana Stage, Ninth Level): 998/25000/700000】

Seven hundred thousand years of lifespan!

That’s insane!

This guy hasn’t even reached a thousand years old? A Nirvana Stage cultivator under a millennium?

No wonder he’s so arrogant!

“The hell is this guy’s background?” the Blood Prison Great Saint couldn’t help but ask. He could sense that this person was definitely beyond the Grand Ascension Stage.

You Yingying gazed at the sky and softly said, “He’s a disciple of the Starsea Sect, a peerless prodigy who stepped into the Immortal Dao at just five hundred years old. The golden dragon beneath his feet is the embodiment of the Dragon-Slaying Spear, an immortal treasure forged by an ancient immortal. Though it’s not a supreme immortal artifact, even a Scattered Immortal would struggle to kill him with it.”

Above, Gui Jiuxiao’s gaze swept the heavens, locking onto You Yingying.

His eyebrows twitched slightly before he suddenly leaped down.

The Taixuan Sect’s Protective Array was instantly triggered, but before it could fully materialize, he had already torn through it effortlessly.

Like a crashing thunderbolt, he landed directly in You Yingying’s courtyard, startling both the Blood Prison Great Saint and Gu An, who immediately got up.

Gui Jiuxiao ignored them both, his eyes fixed on You Yingying as he chuckled.

“Little girl, what are you doing here?”

“Little girl? Where the hell did your master teach you manners?”

“Haha, so this is the Taixuan Sect, where Xuantian Yi hails from?”

“Hmm.”

“What a weak sect. I heard he wants to challenge the Seven Star Spirit Realm, and your master has been pulling strings non-stop, but no one up there seems to care.”

Gui Jiuxiao chuckled softly. Seeing You Yingying frown, he continued, “How about I scout out the Seven Star Spirit Realm for you guys first?”

You Yingying looked at him and snorted. “With your cultivation? Don’t get yourself killed there.”

“Hahahaha! Then watch me snatch the supreme immortal treasure!”

With that, Gui Jiuxiao leaped into the air. The golden dragon transformed into a brilliant streak of light, streaking across the sky before vanishing without a trace.

From start to finish, Gui Jiuxiao never once spared Gu An a single glance.

You Yingying huffed coldly. “That guy is ridiculously arrogant. He’s going to suffer one day.”

Gu An sat back down, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “What’s your relationship with him?”

“We’re just fellow disciples. I have nothing to do with him.” You Yingying shook her head, clearly unwilling to talk about her personal matters.

A Foundation Establishment Stage, Eighth Level cultivator saying she wasn’t the same as a Nirvana Stage, Ninth Level cultivator?

Technically true, but why did it feel a bit off?

Gu An felt that You Yingying was far from ordinary. No wonder Xuantian Yi had invited her to Taixuan Sect.

He glanced at the karmic threads surrounding her, attempting to peek into her past twenty years.

However, all he saw were images of You Yingying throwing tantrums and acting spoiled, with even Xuantian Yi going out of his way to appease her.

“Hmph, letting him stir up trouble is fine. You Taixuan people dislike the Seven Star Spirit Realm anyway.” You Yingying smirked.

Gu An remained silent, unwilling to get involved.

You Yingying noticed his reluctance—Xuantian Yi had already warned her about his cautious nature.

“Let’s continue talking about Journey to the West.” She grinned playfully.

Meanwhile, the entire Taixuan Sect was in an uproar. Every disciple was discussing Gui Jiuxiao.

Within the Sect Main City, on the eaves of a grand residence, Qiao Dai stood with a furrowed brow.

“The Dragon-Slaying Spear... Why is he here? Has a supreme immortal treasure truly appeared in the Seven Star Spirit Realm? But why bring it to this continent?”

Qiao Dai was filled with doubt. He felt this wasn’t just a coincidence—the Seven Star Spirit Realm must have an ulterior motive.

Gui Jiuxiao’s arrival was just the beginning of the battle for the supreme immortal treasure.

In the following days, powerful cultivators continuously passed by Taixuan Sect. Occasionally, divine senses swept over the sect, keeping everyone on edge, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Lü Baitian sought out Gu An. The two spoke in secret, cloaked in a concealment formation.

Lü Baitian sighed. “Lately, more and more powerful cultivators have been arriving from overseas. I fear this continent’s peace is about to shatter.”

He felt utterly frustrated.

These overseas cultivators acted as if Taixuan Sect didn’t even exist, scanning the area without any regard. Worst of all, Taixuan Sect had no choice but to endure it.

And it wasn’t just Taixuan Sect—the Three Dynasties and other sects felt the same.

After barely surviving the Demonic Cataclysm, they were just starting to recover, but now a wave of Immortal Dao powerhouses had barged in, making them feel utterly insignificant.

“Before the Demonic Cataclysm, I lived for hundreds of years without ever seeing a Grand Ascension cultivator, let alone an Immortal Dao powerhouse. Now they’re everywhere!” Lü Baitian grumbled.

Gu An reassured him. “Don’t worry. No one is targeting Taixuan Sect—for now. Their focus is on the immortal treasure.”

Lü Baitian nodded. “I just needed to vent. Right now, the Elder Hall is in full panic mode, fearing yet another catastrophe…”

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the distant horizon, cutting Lü Baitian off mid-sentence.

Gu An’s divine sense swept out—far beyond Phoenix Mountain, a battle had erupted between Gui Jiuxiao and a Nirvana Stage powerhouse from the Seven Star Spirit Realm!

The Blood Prison Great Saint felt Lu Lingjun’s gaze upon him and couldn’t help but glare at her.

“Stupid ox.”

Lu Lingjun shook her head with a soft chuckle and started walking toward Gu An.

The Blood Prison Great Saint couldn’t hold back. “You’re the stupid one!”

“Hmm?”

Lu Lingjun shot him a warning glance, and an overwhelming sense of oppression locked onto him, causing his massive bull-like body to freeze in place.

Gu An also glanced at him, his eyes shimmering with a radiant glow.

The Blood Prison Great Saint was forced to lower his head.

He was utterly humiliated.

A Grand Ascension Stage powerhouse, reduced to being scolded by a Profound Mind Stage cultivator—and he couldn’t even talk back!

This woman!

In that moment, the Blood Prison Great Saint swore vengeance in his heart.

”A thousand years from now, I swear I’ll never join your Ascension Sect! Hell, I’ll even compete with you for disciples!”

Lu Lingjun, satisfied, smiled and stepped in front of Gu An.

“Why are you even arguing with him?” Gu An sighed in mock frustration.

Lu Lingjun grinned. “Upset? Fine, I’ll apologize. How was I supposed to know he had such a short temper?”

She had been in seclusion for cultivation most of the time and had no idea what the Blood Prison Great Saint had been through.

Gu An shook his head. “Forget it. Just be nicer to him in the future—he is, after all, my mount.”

The Blood Prison Great Saint felt deeply touched upon hearing this.

And then—

Lu Lingjun smirked. “This bull is too weak. If you want a proper mount, I can catch you something much stronger.”

The Blood Prison Great Saint’s rage flared up again.

Seeing this, Gu An quickly grabbed Lu Lingjun’s arm and dragged her away, afraid the Blood Prison Great Saint might actually drop dead from anger.

Lu Lingjun had sought out Gu An simply to ask about recent events.

Gu An didn’t hide anything and shared the rumors about the supreme immortal treasure.

The moment Lu Lingjun heard about it, she became incredibly interested—so much so that she immediately took off toward the north!

How reckless!

”Are all ascended cultivators like this?” Gu An thought helplessly.

His divine sense locked onto Gui Jiuxiao, who was already facing off against a Scattered Immortal.

That Scattered Immortal seemed to be the master of the Nirvana Stage cultivator Gui Jiuxiao had just defeated, repeatedly warning him to back off.

But Gui Jiuxiao was as arrogant as ever.

After exchanging only a few words, he immediately launched an attack.

There was no denying it—the Dragon-Slaying Spear was incredibly powerful. It was both offensive and defensive, preventing the Scattered Immortal from taking him down easily.

That being said, Gu An could tell that the Scattered Immortal was holding back and not going for a killing blow.

Eventually, Gui Jiuxiao was still forced to retreat.

The immortal treasure could only protect him from death, but it couldn’t help him overcome the vast power gap between himself and a Scattered Immortal.

As the battle ended, Gu An withdrew his divine sense and turned back to his residence.

Under the cover of darkness, An Hao walked through the forest, holding a map in his hand.

He had come across this by chance, and according to rumors, it marked the location of an ancient cultivator’s cave dwelling.

As he walked, he suddenly sensed something.

His expression changed instantly, and he quickly stashed the map away, becoming highly alert. A sword appeared in his hand.

Footsteps echoed from the darkness.

An Hao focused his gaze and saw a man approaching.

It was Gui Jiuxiao!

An Hao didn’t recognize him, but he could feel his immense power.

Gui Jiuxiao’s expression was grim as he looked at An Hao and asked:

“Hey, what’s your name? Which sect are you from?”

An Hao frowned. “I am An Hao, from Taixuan Sect.”

Gui Jiuxiao muttered, “Taixuan Sect? Well, that’s somewhat relevant. One of my junior sisters is in Taixuan Sect.”

Then, his eyes gleamed.

“Since we have this little connection, hand over the Eighth-Grade Natural Treasure in your storage pouch to heal my injuries, and I’ll make sure you’re compensated.”

An Hao’s face drastically changed.

How did this guy know he was carrying an Eighth-Grade Natural Treasure?!