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

Seeing Lu Lingjun beckoning him over, Gu An had no choice but to step forward. He cupped his fists and saluted the Western Spirit Holy Mother. After all, she was a Scattered Immortal, and basic courtesy had to be observed.

The Western Spirit Holy Mother nodded slightly without saying anything.

Lu Lingjun, on the other hand, took Gu An by the hand and walked away. After leaving the Heavenly Mending Platform, she took out a storage pouch from her belt and handed it to him.

”I’m not going back to Medicine Valley. I brought this for you from overseas,” Lu Lingjun said softly.

Gu An nodded and didn’t ask what she planned to do next. He only told her that if she ever needed his help, she could come to the Third Medicine Valley at any time.

Lu Lingjun smiled, then left with the Western Spirit Holy Mother.

Watching her departing figure, Gu An thought to himself—Lu Lingjun was probably growing more distant from the Third Medicine Valley.

And it made sense. She was now the leader of a sect; how could she stay in Medicine Valley for long? She certainly couldn’t have her Scattered Immortal master living among errand disciples.

The Blood Prison Great Saint walked over, secretly astonished.

His master called himself a Scattered Immortal, yet a mere Scattered Immortal shouldn’t have been able to lift the Heaven-Splitting Axe.

He didn’t ask any questions—Gu An being stronger was a good thing. It only meant that what he was experiencing now was a blessing rather than a curse.

Gu An turned and left, deciding to wander around the Outer Sect City for a while.

He had a feeling that the Western Spirit Holy Mother had come looking for the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path. Earlier, when she tried to lift the Heaven-Splitting Axe, it was likely to establish a connection with him.

But Gu An had no intention of meeting her.

He didn’t need to guess—she was probably here because of the Great Rift of Broken Seas.

Ten years had passed, and the disasters caused by the Great Rift of Broken Seas had only worsened. Aside from the mysterious vicious fiends that had appeared before, a new type of entity had emerged in recent years—Divine Wraiths.

Divine Wraiths were immortal and could only be sealed away. Entire sects had already been wiped out because of them.

What was most terrifying was that a Roving Immortal Grandmaster from the Starsea Sect had ventured into the Great Rift of Broken Seas, only to return as a Divine Wraith. Upon his return, he went on a rampage across the ocean, slaughtering countless lives, forcing the Starsea Sect to use an Immortal Dao Supreme Treasure to suppress him.

Rumors about the Great Rift of Broken Seas spread far and wide. Li Ya, who controlled Divine Anomaly City, was also facing immense pressure. Many sought to take advantage of the chaos to seize his city. Fortunately, the Starsea Sect was strong enough to protect him, but as a result, he lost his freedom—he could no longer leave the sect at will.

While the seas were in turmoil, the continent remained peaceful. Everything was harmonious—at least within Taixuan Sect.

Gu An met up with his friends from the Outer Sect for drinks. They chatted about upcoming events and gossiped about the scandals of the sect’s powerful figures.

Taixuan Sect was much more open-minded now, unlike in the past when fear stifled discussion. Low-ranking disciples could now speak freely about Grandmasters without fear of retribution.

The noble families cherished their reputations, fearing that any scandal might get them expelled from Taixuan Sect.

As long as the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path was in the sect, the rules of the righteous path had to be upheld.

Of course, that only applied within Taixuan Sect. If someone offended a noble family’s cultivator, they might be safe inside the sect, but outside? That was another matter.

Gu An drank until nightfall, then rode the Blood Prison Great Saint back to the valley. He held a wine gourd in his hand, reciting poetry as he went.

The Blood Prison Great Saint, deeply impressed, praised every verse.

Gu An thought he had great taste—praising even the worst poetry. And wasn’t that a kind of wisdom in itself?

The arrival of the Western Spirit Holy Mother didn’t cause much of a stir in Taixuan Sect. The sect’s foundation was growing stronger by the day. If she wasn’t here to formally join them, they had no reason to make a big deal out of it.

Another summer came.

Gu An lay beneath the Sevenfold Purity Tree, staring at his attribute panel.

His lifespan had already reached 25 million years.

It was still far from 100 million years, but this number already gave him a great sense of security.

Not far away, the White Spirit Mouse and the Blood Prison Great Saint were roughhousing.

Though the White Spirit Mouse still couldn’t speak, its maximum lifespan kept increasing, and its reaction speed was already surpassing that of the Blood Prison Great Saint, who was at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

BOOM!

A deafening noise erupted from the distance, startling everyone in Medicine Valley.

The Blood Prison Great Saint and the White Spirit Mouse stopped playing and turned toward the horizon, their expressions tense.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord, who had been playing chess, furrowed his brows and turned his gaze in the same direction. He sent his divine sense out, and his face immediately darkened.

Gu An, however, remained calm.

He had been looking at his attribute panel precisely because he sensed that something major was about to happen.

Moments before the deafening sound, an immense force had erupted from the depths of the Great Rift of Broken Seas, sending towering waves crashing against its shores. The waves were only growing larger, and the ones headed toward the continent were already three hundred zhang (approximately 1,000 feet) high—and still rising.

Large numbers of cultivators were rushing to the scene, attempting to prevent the disaster.

Gu An sensed an ominous energy emerging from the depths of the Great Rift—Divine Wraiths.

Unlike the Spirit Wraiths that resided in Divine Anomaly City, Divine Wraiths had sentience and retained the memories of their past lives—but their natures had become completely twisted. The moment they saw living beings, they killed on sight.

This was why the seas had become so chaotic.

Divine Wraiths weren’t terrifying because of their raw strength, but because they were intelligent and still retained their memories.

An enemy with intelligence could create order, establish rules, and even overturn the human world.

Gu An stood up—he couldn’t act too indifferent. Everyone in the valley was in shock, so he had to play along.

Besides… he wasn’t sure if slaying Divine Wraiths could extend his lifespan.

If it could, then getting involved wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Just then, Yang Jian rushed over and whispered, ”Master, I just had a vision—I saw countless demons and ghosts pouncing toward me.”

His eyes flickered with fear.

It wasn’t just a vision—he had felt like he had truly died once.

Somewhere in the unknown, an ominous presence was approaching him.

Gu An looked at Yang Jian and suddenly noticed something strange—his karmic fate had become blurred.

He could no longer peer into Yang Jian’s past through karma.

”Don’t worry. As long as you stay by my side, what could possibly happen to you? Just focus on your cultivation.” Gu An reassured him.

But in truth, he wasn’t entirely sure what was going on either.

He was a Free Soaring Immortal, but he had only lived 166 years. His understanding of the world was still limited.

He could perceive the laws of heaven and earth, but he was far from omniscient.

He suspected that Yang Jian’s vision was related to his physique.

After all, the Seeker of Immortality Daoist had once said that Yang Jian possessed a certain ancient treasure body.

Hearing his master’s reassurance, Yang Jian instantly felt at ease.

That’s right—with Master here, how could anything happen to him?

At high noon, on Seeker’s Island.

In a courtyard, the Seeker of Immortality Daoist looked at Gu An with a strange expression.

Pouring him a cup of wine, he asked, ”Daoist Meng, how did you know I was here?”

Gu An responded casually, ”I knew the moment you returned. Plenty of people did. I only came today because my disciple has encountered a problem.”

Hearing that it was about Yang Jian, the Seeker of Immortality Daoist lost interest in questioning further and instead asked what had happened.

Gu An explained everything.

The Daoist’s face darkened.

”An ancient treasure body... sensing danger… if it really is related to the Great Rift of Broken Seas, this could be a disaster.”

He shuddered.

Maybe it was time to run.