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

Ever since his master had defied fate to change his destiny, Yang had firmly believed that his master was the strongest cultivator in the world. Whether it was the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path, the Dao Lord, or even the Seven Star Spirit Realm and the Starsea Sect Alliance—none of them could possibly be his master’s match.

He longed to see his master’s name shake the world. If that happened, as his disciple, he would also share in the glory.

Gu An looked at him with a stern expression and said, ”Are you cultivating immortality to show off, or to pursue eternal life? If it’s just to show off, you can go wander the mortal world right now and become a top-tier martial artist.”

Yang thought his master was angry and quickly explained, ”Of course, it’s for eternal life... Master, I was wrong. I was just listening to the other disciples talk about the ranking tournament and got curious.”

Gu An did not let him off the hook so easily. Taking the opportunity to temper his disciple’s character, he said earnestly, ”Let’s not even discuss the fact that your physique is currently rejected by the heavens. If people find out about it, you could invite disaster upon yourself. There are many in this world who already know their fate. I am strong, but there will always be someone stronger. No matter how powerful a wandering immortal may be, there will always be those beyond them. If cultivators didn’t have to fight for opportunities, then they should at least cherish what they already have.”

”Don’t flaunt yourself. Don’t look down on the people of this world.”

Yang was covered in cold sweat, filled with guilt.

Recently, he had indeed become somewhat arrogant. Watching the disciples in the valley struggle in the Qi Refining Stage while he had already reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, he couldn’t help but feel superior.

”As your master, I don’t expect anything in return, but I also don’t want you to become reckless and arrogant. Since you are cultivating the Dao, you should understand that fate is real. If you stray from the right path, the heavens will punish you in the end. I do not want you to become someone who covets vanity and status. Do you understand?” Gu An continued, his words striking Yang so deeply that his eyes reddened.

Yang wasn’t moved because of the lecture, but because his master had once again emphasized that he expected nothing in return. This stirred something inside him, making him feel even more undeserving.

He knew exactly what was in his heart. Even though he had undergone a transformation, he still had desires, still had a darker side. It was precisely because of these feelings that he felt ashamed.

Look at his master—clearly an immortal, yet he never used his strength to bully the weak. He stayed in Taixuan Sect, living among mortals, never acting superior.

He should learn from his master and become a true cultivator!

”Master, I...” Yang opened his mouth to speak, but before he could finish, he was interrupted.

”Let’s go. Time to head back.”

Gu An turned and left, and Yang hurried to follow.

As summer waned, Gu An rode atop the Blood Prison Great Saint, returning from Horizon Valley. Along the way, the Blood Prison Great Saint cursed three monkey demons endlessly, even pleading with Gu An to unseal some of his cultivation—at least enough to reach the Core Formation Stage.

”No rush. This is a good opportunity to temper your temperament. You’re too hot-tempered, and your words are too sharp. If you don’t learn to control it, you’ll invite disaster sooner or later.” Gu An said casually as he flipped through a peculiar book in his hands. It was something Luo Hun had obtained from Li Xuandao.

According to Luo Hun, this book was comparable to Adventures of the Green Hero!

And indeed, it was. The Land of the Three Dynasties had many scholars, and there were always people who wrote better than Xuantian Yi.

However, this book wasn’t a travelogue—it was about romance and intrigue in the imperial city.

Hearing Gu An’s words, the Blood Prison Great Saint instantly lost his enthusiasm.

He knew his own flaws. But whenever he got into an argument, if he didn’t beat the other party to a pulp, he wouldn’t feel satisfied.

[Hostile intent detected: Zhou Yu harbors killing intent toward you. Would you like to use Lifespan Perception on him?]

Zhou Yu?

The former Venerable Pavilion of Taixuan Sect?

Gu An frowned. Why was this guy suddenly harboring killing intent toward him? Could it have something to do with Wu Jue?

The Zhou family had already left Taixuan Sect, which had caused quite a stir. Many Taixuan Sect disciples despised them, considering them traitors—especially since they had defected to Cang Heaven Sect.

Today, Taixuan Sect’s greatest rival was Cang Heaven Sect. The disciples believed that if Taixuan Sect wanted to become the top sect in the cultivation world, they had to surpass Cang Heaven Sect.

Gu An’s divine sense spread across the entire continent, searching for Wu Jue’s presence. He quickly found him.

Wu Jue was deep in the border mountains of the Taicang Empire, inside a dilapidated monastery, facing off against several cultivators.

At that moment, Wu Jue furrowed his brows tightly, his hands clenched into fists within his sleeves.

Zhou Yu, clad in black robes, stood before him with an imposing presence, while the other Zhou family cultivators looked at Wu Jue with clear disapproval.

”Wu Jue, our Zhou family invested so many resources into you. Without us, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Do you really intend to be ungrateful?” A female cultivator said coldly.

The others chimed in as well, their tones carrying veiled threats.

Wu Jue gritted his teeth and retorted, ”Taixuan Sect has also shown me kindness. If joining the Zhou family means betraying Taixuan Sect, wouldn’t that make me just as ungrateful?”

Zhou Yu spoke slowly, ”Jue’er, while the world may seem peaceful now, more and more oceanic cultivators are arriving. The cultivation world will eventually face a great calamity. From what I know, not even the Sect Master or the Supreme Elder know the true identity of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path. If the Sword Sovereign were to leave one day, Taixuan Sect would be wiped out instantly.”

Wu Jue responded firmly, ”Impossible! Why would Taixuan Sect be the only one to fall? Is Cang Heaven Sect absolutely safe? Besides, Taixuan Sect has other grandmasters beyond the Sword Sovereign. I believe Taixuan Sect is stronger than Cang Heaven Sect!”

With those words, he had officially severed ties with Zhou Yu—who was now working for Cang Heaven Sect.

Zhou Yu’s face darkened immediately. ”Think carefully. If you betray the Zhou family, you will be our enemy. Out of respect for our master-disciple bond, I will let you go today. But in the future, if we meet, I will kill you to uphold the honor of the Zhou family. Not just you, but everyone connected to you—such as your only brother in Taixuan Sect, Gu An.”

”Not just Gu An. All the friends you’ve made in the sect’s main city will die as well.”

Zhou Yu truly didn’t want to let Wu Jue go. His talent was simply too high—comparable to An Hao’s.

Cang Heaven Sect had no one who could match An Hao!

Moreover, Wu Jue had no background and was alone in the world. If he married into the Zhou family, they could ensure their bloodline remained strong.

Wu Jue’s expression turned grim. He took a deep breath and asked, ”How long have you been investigating me?”

The moment Zhou Yu mentioned Gu An, he panicked.

There were still Zhou family spies inside Taixuan Sect!

Zhou Yu replied calmly, ”From the day you became my disciple, I already knew everything about your connections. It’s not too late to change your mind. In the future, you can even bring those you care about into Cang Heaven Sect.”

This time, he didn’t mention Gu An—because he couldn’t bring Gu An over.

Boom!

A thunderous bolt suddenly struck, too fast for anyone to react. Zhou Yu was instantly obliterated.

All the Zhou family cultivators were shocked, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

And in the distance, Gu An merely sighed. ”Hopefully, the Zhou family knows their place... Otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless.”

Wu Jue was stunned, his back pressed against the monastery’s wall. He quickly steadied himself, his eyes widening as he stared at the charred ground where Zhou Yu had stood just moments ago. Thick smoke rose from the scorched earth.

The other Zhou family cultivators were just as dumbfounded.

”Master?”

One of the disciples called out anxiously, but no response came.

”This is bad! There’s a Taixuan Sect grandmaster nearby!” a female disciple exclaimed before vanishing in an instant. The rest of the Zhou family members also fled without hesitation, completely disregarding Wu Jue.

Wu Jue stood frozen in place. After a brief moment of hesitation, he turned and left as well.

As he hurried away, a single question echoed in his mind—was Zhou Yu dead or alive?

And more importantly…

Who was behind that lightning strike?

There was no way it had been a coincidence. Zhou Yu had been standing in that exact spot, only for a bolt of lightning to strike at that very moment? The odds were too absurd.

Meanwhile.

Gu An still sat atop the Blood Prison Great Saint, gazing lazily at the book in his hands. Killing Zhou Yu had only granted him ninety-two years of lifespan—how utterly dull.

”Hopefully, the Zhou family knows their place and doesn’t keep harboring ill intent toward me. Otherwise, they can’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Though Gu An chose to cultivate quietly and keep a low profile, that did not mean he was someone the Zhou family could afford to provoke.

Fortunately, in the days that followed, no more members of the Zhou family showed any hostility toward Gu An.

It wasn’t because they feared him—after all, to the outside world, he was merely in the Core Formation Stage.

No, the real reason was that no one believed a newly advanced Core Formation cultivator could have wiped out Zhou Yu, who was at the Ninth Level of the Integration Stage, without even being present.

Whoever had killed Zhou Yu had to be a powerhouse at the Profound Mind Realm—possibly even the Grand Ascension Stage.

Clearly, Taixuan Sect was sending them a warning.

Inside a vast and resplendent palace, thousands of cultivators gathered.

The palace hall was massive, with a central corridor over a hundred meters wide. On either side, towering teleportation arrays continuously flashed as cultivators arrived one after another.

Amid the crowd, An Hao stood still, glancing around with curiosity. He was utterly fascinated by his surroundings.

”I heard that the famous Li Ya from Divine Anomaly City is participating in this entrance examination,” one cultivator murmured.

”Divine Anomaly City? You mean that Immortal Dao Supreme Treasure?”

”That’s right. Li Ya sure is lucky. I can’t imagine how strong he must be now that he wields an Immortal Dao Supreme Treasure.”

”Let’s just hope he’s not allowed to use it during the test. Otherwise, how the hell are we supposed to compete?”

”Hah! If he doesn’t use the treasure, then he’s just another small-time cultivator from a barbaric land. Not even worth mentioning.”

Hearing the murmurs around him, An Hao sighed inwardly.

The influence of an Immortal Dao Supreme Treasure was truly terrifying.

Li Ya’s name had already spread into the Starsea Sect Alliance, stirring up hostility among the new disciples even before he had arrived.

Just as he was thinking about it, a familiar voice rang out—

”An Hao, long time no see. This time, it’s my turn to win.”

An Hao turned his head and saw two men approaching him. One of them radiated a faint demonic aura.

It was none other than Li Ya and Zhang Bukui.

Li Ya carried himself with absolute confidence, his eyes burning with determination as he stared at An Hao.

Meanwhile, Zhang Bukui wore a face full of curiosity.