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

In the forest, Gu An sat in meditation under a tree, leaning against its trunk while playing with the Seven Star Mirror.

The mirror, which radiated a presence comparable to that of a Free Soaring Immortal, now appeared delicate and refined in his hands—nothing like an Immortal Dao Supreme Treasure at all.

Snowflakes drifted through the gaps between the leaves, falling onto him before melting into mist.

Seven Celestial Ascension cultivators had fallen in a single moment. The heavens and earth mourned their passing, and the snow continued to fall endlessly.

While holding the Seven Star Mirror, Gu An used his divine sense to track the Innate Dao Sigil.

He was deeply curious about Ji Xuanyu’s origins and divine abilities.

When the Innate Dao Sigil had fled, he had deliberately followed it with his divine sense. Though the sigil transcended the laws of the world and concealed itself in places beyond the reach of living beings, he was still able to trace it.

He noticed that the Innate Dao Sigil had not left the continent but had instead returned to the Ji Family—not the branch where Ji Xuanyu was born, but another branch located within the Great Jiang Empire.

Thinking of Ji Xuanyu’s resolute demeanor earlier, Gu An felt a twinge of emotion.

He hadn’t expected Ji Xuanyu to unleash her full power like that. That mysterious ethereal shadow must have been her past life. It seemed that she was cultivating in a manner similar to the Innate Reincarnation Technique. However, unlike that technique, which accumulated luck and talent through reincarnation, Ji Xuanyu already possessed immense power—so much so that she could directly summon it across the River of Lunar Years and even across reincarnation itself.

What would Ji Xuanyu’s peak cultivation look like?

He had no way of knowing.

It was simply a pity that she had perished in this lifetime.

”Third Young Miss, I hope that in your next life, you will have a better fate and no longer be shackled by your family.” Gu An thought to himself.

Seeing that the Innate Dao Sigil remained within the Ji Family, he felt puzzled. What exactly was Ji Xuanyu’s connection to them? If it was only a bond from this lifetime, why hadn’t she chosen to reincarnate into a different family?

Perhaps he could ask the soul of Ji Zhan from the branch family.

But after considering it, he dismissed the thought.

That was Ji Xuanyu’s fate, intertwined with the Ji Family. Why should he interfere? What reason did he have to investigate?

Gu An had always been this way with those around him—never prying into their pasts, only cherishing their presence in the moment.

After this battle, he found himself looking forward to meeting Ji Xuanyu again in the future.

By then, would she be someone new, or still the Third Young Miss of this lifetime?

The reflection in the Seven Star Mirror revealed Gu An’s handsome face, his eyes seeming to pierce through the vast seas of time, reaching the far shore of destiny.

Shifting his attention back to the Seven Star Mirror, he reminded himself that this was a perfectly intact Immortal Dao Supreme Treasure—far stronger than even Divine Anomaly City.

Even after enduring his magical attacks, the Seven Star Mirror remained unscathed. His instincts told him that the mirror had even greater potential, though its previous wielders—such as the Master of the Tianyi Realm—had only been able to unleash a fraction of its true power.

Focusing his mind, he connected with the spirit of the Seven Star Mirror. Instantly, the mirror began to shift—its edges transforming from the shape of a divine beast to intricate floral patterns, while its overall color darkened.

At first glance, it now appeared to be nothing more than an ancient, unremarkable mirror—far from a Supreme Treasure.

Satisfied, Gu An smiled and tucked the Seven Star Mirror into his robe.

He stood up, gazing at the endless snowfall around him. Yet, to him, the sky now felt brighter than before.

”Time to go home.”

The summer snowfall continued for seven days. By the time the celestial phenomenon faded, word of the Seven Star Spirit Realm had yet to spread, but the Taixuan Sect had already been alerted.

To be precise, the entire Three Dynasties cultivation world had dispatched people to investigate, with countless overseas cultivators also flocking to the Seven Star Spirit Realm.

However, this time, not a single Grandmaster dared to fly over the skies of the Taixuan Sect.

A great storm was brewing.

Returning to the Taixuan Sect, Gu An acted as though nothing had happened. Occasionally, he would check on the Innate Dao Sigil to see if Ji Xuanyu had reincarnated.

His days remained peaceful. In fact, he felt more at ease than ever before—at least the Seven Star Spirit Realm was gone.

That’s right. Gone.

Using his divine sense to scan the seas, he saw cultivators from the Starsea Sect relentlessly hunting down those from the Seven Star Spirit Realm.

And it wasn’t just the Starsea Sect—other major forces had joined in, carving up the realm’s territory and seizing its fate.

A clear display of survival of the fittest.

One day, a visitor came to see Gu An.

It was none other than the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord, who served as a guest elder of the Taixuan Sect.

Though only at the second level of the Free Soaring Immortal Stage, his lifespan limit reached an astonishing eighty million years, with his current lifespan at 180,000 years. Gu An suspected that the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord had once fallen from a higher realm.

Back when he first arrived at the Taixuan Sect, it was Gu An who had guided him. The two had since become close friends, and Chu Jingfeng now trained under him as well.

Under the tree, Gu An and the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord sat facing each other, while An Xin poured tea for them.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord smiled and nodded at An Xin before exchanging pleasantries with Gu An, praising his continued management of Medicine Valley.

Ever since meeting Gu An, he had felt at peace.

In the overseas world, everywhere he went was filled with scheming and power struggles. But Medicine Valley was different—it exuded a tranquil atmosphere, as if time itself had stilled.

And he knew this was because of Gu An.

He had even asked Chu Jingfeng about Gu An, only to receive a similar impression.

”He would never guess that I’m at the ninth level of the Free Soaring Immortal Stage. Then again, in his brief life, he may never even hear of the term ‘Free Soaring.’”

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord lifted his teacup and looked at Gu An, smiling.

Gu An mirrored the gesture, raising his cup and meeting his gaze.

”If this old fellow knew I was a ninth-level Free Soaring Immortal, would he still be this calm?” Gu An found the thought amusing.

Suddenly, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord spoke:

”The world has been restless lately. You should be careful and try not to leave the valley too often.”

Gu An frowned. ”Senior, has something major happened?”

After a moment of hesitation, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord lowered his voice.

”To be frank, the Seven Star Spirit Realm—the holy land of this continent—is on the verge of collapse. This will inevitably reshape the power dynamics of both the continent and the oceans. Without the Seven Star Spirit Realm to suppress them, more Grandmasters will flood into this land.”

Gu An raised an eyebrow. ”How is that possible? That was a holy land!”

He had considered the consequences of its destruction.

But everything had pros and cons. Even if the Seven Star Spirit Realm had survived, who knew what catastrophe it would have caused next?

Without his intervention, the Three Dynasties cultivation world and all its people would have already perished in the Demonic Cataclysm.

He had no regrets.

Protecting himself came first—only then did he even consider playing the savior.

He never saw it as his duty to shoulder the burdens of the world.

He was a man first, an immortal second.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord sighed.

”Indeed, it’s hard to believe. That was a colossal force that had stood for hundreds of thousands of years. No one knows who was behind it...”

Gu An pondered for a moment before asking, ”Since the world is on the brink of chaos, why not stay in the Taixuan Sect, Senior? Surely the oceans will be even more dangerous than the continent, won’t they?”

He was hoping to pull the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord fully into the Taixuan Sect’s camp. That way, he wouldn’t have to deal with troublesome small fry himself.

To be honest, power and status didn’t interest him much. He found the stability granted by medicinal herbs and longevity far more appealing.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord nodded. ”I do plan to stay for a while… because I have a theory.”

Gu An’s eyes narrowed. ”What theory?”

”Haha, that I can’t tell you. I wouldn’t want to drag you into any karmic trouble.”

”Oh? Then please don’t say another word. I may not know your cultivation level, but the world you move in is surely beyond my reach,” Gu An replied with a smirk.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord burst into laughter.

”Hahaha!”

Throughout his long life, he had met countless people, but very few had Gu An’s composed and clear-eyed perspective.

Even though he concealed his true cultivation, his outwardly displayed realm was still enough to make most Core Formation cultivators grovel before him.

But Gu An was different.

Their bond was one of genuine camaraderie, untainted by self-interest. And that, to the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord, was refreshing.

Gu An didn’t pry further. Instead, he casually brought up various anecdotes from Medicine Valley—trivial, everyday matters that held a certain charm.

To the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord, who had spent so much time atop the clouds, getting a glimpse of mundane life was a rare pleasure.

After a while, Gu An invited him to a game of Go.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord only needed to hear the rules once before grasping them.

At first, his moves were scattered and disorganized. But after forty moves, he had already developed his own strategy, transitioning from blind defense to calculated setups.

Gu An grew interested and began taking the match seriously.

In the end, he won.

But instead of being frustrated, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord examined the board with great interest, retracing Gu An’s moves.

”Fascinating. Let’s go again,” he said, eyes gleaming.

Gu An waved over Xiao Chuan, who was passing by. ”You play instead. He’s better than I am.”

Hearing this, Xiao Chuan lifted his chin with pride.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord didn’t care who his opponent was. As long as they could play, that was enough.

Thus, the game began again.

Soon, other disciples gathered to watch.

Yang stood beside Gu An, observing the board.

He wasn’t interested in Go. He preferred chess—where the battles were direct and decisive.

But he could sense that the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord’s aura was unfathomably deep, which meant he must be incredibly powerful. That alone made Yang want to watch.

The game continued until dusk.

By the end, Xiao Chuan looked dazed, exhausted from thinking too hard.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord, satisfied, rose to his feet and turned to Gu An.

”Alright, I need to head to the sect’s main city. I’ll find you for another match later. Go is quite intriguing—it seems to contain deep Dao principles. Good game!”

Just as he was about to leave, his gaze landed on Yang.

”Oh?”

His expression shifted instantly.

Even though Yang had concealed his cultivation, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord immediately saw that his physique was extraordinary.

Before he could speak, Gu An cut in with a grin, ”You already took Chu Jingfeng under your wing—don’t even think about taking my disciple. He’s with me for life.”

The surrounding disciples turned to look at Yang, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Is Yang really a genius?

Yang, completely unbothered by the attention, declared, ”That’s right. I will serve my master for this lifetime and never acknowledge a second teacher.”

Nearby, An Xin gazed at Gu An with admiration.

She recalled her own master from her youth.

If I had been extraordinarily talented, would Master have kept me by his side?

But the thought quickly passed.

After all, even An Hao—her monstrously gifted senior brother—had not been able to stay with Master.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord gave Yang a deep look before shifting his gaze back to Gu An.

”Your disciple is remarkable. Keep him in Medicine Valley. Don’t let him leave the mountain—he’ll only bring you trouble.”

With that, he leapt into the air like a white crane, soaring toward the horizon.

His words made the surrounding disciples stare at Yang with even more amazement.

Yang, however, remained indifferent.

”Cause trouble for my master?

”Anyone who dares to provoke him… now that’s real trouble.”