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

Gu An stayed at Hu Xiaojian’s residence for an hour. After he left, Hu Xiaojian was overjoyed, his face beaming with excitement.

The senior had given him so many instructions—there was no way he would abandon Seeker’s Island so easily. He hadn’t been deceived.

Besides, what reason would the senior have to lie to him?

He was just a small cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage. If the senior didn’t want to take him along, one glare would be enough to silence him.

Meanwhile.

Gu An returned to Taixuan Sect, walking into the Third Medicine Valley while pondering which Roving Immortal he could enlist as a helper.

Roving Immortals weren’t like ordinary cultivators—they weren’t so easy to control.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord wouldn’t do—Gu An was afraid of exposing himself, especially since Nine-Fingered Divine Lord had been to Seeker’s Island.

Shen Xinzi and Qie Wuxing weren’t reliable either.

But Gu An wasn’t in a hurry. He still had time. If he really couldn’t find anyone suitable, he could always use the Mortal Jade to summon someone from Mortal Peak to send a Roving Immortal to Seeker’s Island as his assistant.

After all, he was now the peak master of Mortal Peak, and Mortal Peak was no weaker than the Grand Cold Demon Sect. In terms of foundation, it was even stronger.

The Grand Cold Demon Sect had to do the Holy Court’s dirty work to survive. Mortal Peak, on the other hand, could hold official positions within the Holy Court. Over the long years, Mortal Peak had supplied countless immortals to the Holy Court. Gu An was certain that Mortal Peak wouldn’t fear the Grand Cold Demon Sect.

Of course, Mortal Peak wouldn’t go against the Grand Cold Demon Sect either—unless there were enough benefits to make it worth offending them and the Saint King behind them.

Thinking about this, Gu An sighed.

No matter how high one’s cultivation realm was, one could never escape the web of relationships and obligations.

Only those powerful enough to disregard the entire Immortal Dao could act with absolute freedom.

The web of karma in this world was too intricate. The fates of all beings were intertwined. Even the weakest existence, when traced along the lines of karma, would be connected to immensely powerful figures.

Gu An glanced around the Medicine Valley but didn’t see Nine-Fingered Divine Lord or Qie Wuxing. However, Shen Xinzi was there, deeply engrossed in Journey to the West.

Gu An couldn’t understand why Shen Xinzi was so obsessed with that book. He had a feeling that Shen Xinzi was becoming more distant from the Bitter Sea Buddhist Sect. He hadn’t even heard him mention Buddhism in a long time.

Gu An didn’t disturb him and instead walked toward his own pavilion.

Rather than worrying about worldly affairs, he was more interested in deciding what book to read next.

After all, history was full of strange and fascinating stories.

Lately, Gu An had taken a liking to reading historical records.

Five years later.

Now 210 years old, Gu An was in Xuan Valley, training while checking his status panel. He was only 600,000 years away from reaching 20 million years of lifespan.

Unlike others who focused on their cultivation realm, Gu An found greater satisfaction in watching his lifespan increase.

To him, lifespan wasn’t just longevity—it was his cultivation!

After finishing his morning exercise, Lu Jiu Jia approached him with questions about cultivating the Innate Reincarnation Technique.

Since removing his cultivation restriction, Lu Jiu Jia’s maximum lifespan had increased to 410 years. In response, Gu An had taught him a more advanced version of the Innate Reincarnation Technique.

Lu Jiu Jia was diligent in his training, but even after all these years, he still had many doubts about the technique.

Gu An patiently explained, and within a few words, Lu Jiu Jia had an epiphany, his face lighting up with excitement.

From the Innate Reincarnation Technique, he was certain—his senior brother was no ordinary cultivator. It was clear that Gu An was also cultivating this technique, and with his access to far more medicinal resources, his mastery must have been far beyond his own.

After the explanation, Gu An turned to leave. Lu Jiu Jia didn’t follow but stood there, savoring his words.

Gu An entered the forest and made his way into the Eight Views Celestial Realm.

At this point, Eight Views Celestial Realm was no longer a secret that needed to be kept. Lu Jiu Jia already knew about the hidden cave dwelling beneath Xuan Valley.

In fact, he always paid extra attention to any disciples entering the mountains, wary of anyone who might try to sneak into his senior brother’s cave.

Xuan Valley had never lacked spies.

Upon entering the Eight Views Celestial Realm, Gu An first harvested some mature medicinal herbs before instructing his Gu Corpse to sow new seeds.

Jiang Qiong’s Ten Thousand Gu Mystical Art had already borne fruit. While the Gu Corpse couldn’t drain herbs of their lifespan, it could certainly plant them without issue.

Gu An lay down beneath the Spirit Tree. Two vines quickly wrapped around his shoulders, massaging them gently.

The Spirit Tree had gained sentience, though it wasn’t much of a talker. Gu An didn’t mind. In fact, he enjoyed the quiet life in Eight Views Celestial Realm.

After spending so much time in the Medicine Valley, the occasional solitude here was a welcome change.

He planned to stay the night—because someone would be coming.

Adjusting himself into a comfortable position, he pulled out a history book he had bought from Seeker’s Island and began reading. It chronicled the rise and fall of a great power.

Time passed quickly.

Late into the night, footsteps echoed down the cave passage.

Gu An didn’t move. He didn’t even glance in that direction.

Soon, a figure appeared before him, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Hands on her hips, she wore an exquisite purple robe adorned with jade beads on her belt. Her long hair was casually tied back with two wooden hairpins, partially covering her ears. Her breathtaking face bore a faint, mischievous smile, and her bright eyes gleamed playfully.

Gu An looked up at her, giving her a once-over before smiling.

”It’s been years. Why do you look younger? Practicing some forbidden technique?”

The woman before him was none other than Jiang Qiong, the one who had created the Eight Views Celestial Realm.

Her sect, Gathering Flower Sect, was now one of the top-ranked sects in the continent’s cultivation world, even collaborating with Taixuan Sect. Of course, its overall strength was still far from Taixuan Sect’s level.

Jiang Qiong rolled her eyes. ”What nonsense. Your master’s master was always young.”

She kicked off her shoes, standing barefoot on the grass.

Stretching lazily, she sighed. ”It’s still comfortable here. Even after so many years, it still feels like home.”

Gu An stood up, grinning. ”I still have that coffin you used before. Want to take a nap in it?”

”Looking for a beating?”

Jiang Qiong raised her hand, ready to smack him, but Gu An quickly dodged.

She huffed, then asked, ”Brat, are you feeling nervous lately?”

Gu An raised an eyebrow. ”What makes you think that?”

”That Lifetaking Immortal from the Grand Cold Demon Sect is threatening to wipe out all living beings. How could you not be nervous? You’re the most afraid of death.”

”Ah, that. Sure, I’m nervous. But what’s the use? If the sky falls, it’s you big shots who’ll hold it up.”

Gu An spread his hands. Jiang Qiong chuckled—this brat was still as carefree as ever.

She took a step closer and whispered, ”Want to join the Grand Cold Demon Sect?”

Gu An’s expression turned odd.

He rarely checked on Jiang Qiong, only using his divine sense occasionally to ensure she was safe. He hadn’t expected her to have dealings with the Grand Cold Demon Sect.

How had she managed that?

Curious, Gu An began tracing her karmic ties. At the same time, he asked, ”You know people from the Grand Cold Demon Sect?”

As he peered into her past, countless karmic images flooded his mind.

And suddenly, he understood.