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

“He’s already at the Void Transformation Stage.”

Gu An replied casually, like it was a trivial matter.

An Xin was stunned again. Her mouth dropped open, and she even cupped her cheeks with both hands as if she just couldn’t accept it.

She had started cultivating on the same day as An Hao, so she knew full well how absurdly fast his cultivation was. And for that very reason, she also understood that Yang Jian’s speed wasn’t any slower.

She’d watched Yang Jian enter the valley, watched him grow up.

He’d been such an average kid at first, and now—under her nose—he’d grown to this level?

Unbelievable!

For once, An Xin didn’t know what to say.

Gu An looked at her and smiled. “Keep working hard. Maybe one day you’ll surpass them.”

An Xin hesitated. “But my talent…”

She had once trained under Gu An directly. Watching the massive gap between herself and An Hao, her confidence had long been worn away.

“That was then. If I hadn’t made you slow down and stabilize your foundation, you wouldn’t have your current mindset,” Gu An said with a grunt. “You think your senior brother had it easy? I’ve had to help him countless times over the years—he’s always dragging me into trouble.”

An Xin blinked in surprise. Master helped Senior Brother before?

Why didn’t he ever mention it?

Ugh, he hid it from me on purpose!

She ground her teeth and looked at Gu An. “Then do I still have a chance to surpass him?”

Gu An answered earnestly, “That depends on how much determination you’re willing to put in. No one is fated to be weaker than someone else.”

Those words lit a fire in An Xin. Her eyes looked as though they were ablaze.

The Blood Prison Grand Sage was a little annoyed.

Hey, I wasn’t done with my part yet…

After returning to the Third Medicine Valley, An Xin was in excellent spirits. She strolled around, greeting everyone she passed. As the valley’s top disciple, she was respected by all.

Chuan Yue passed by and asked with a grin, “Senior Sister, what’s got you in such a good mood?”

An Xin smiled back, “Because the moonlight is beautiful tonight.”

Chuan Yue looked puzzled, but An Xin didn’t explain—just walked past him.

Meanwhile, inside the loft—

Gu An had just picked up Adventures of the Green Hero and barely read a few pages before Ji Xuanyu came upstairs.

“Where were you two during the day?” she asked, staring at Gu An.

“We were out cultivating,” he replied.

“Really? What could you even teach her?”

“Well, I taught Yang Jian, didn’t I? Who knows—maybe one day he’ll shock the whole world.”

Ji Xuanyu raised an eyebrow. She fell silent for a moment before asking, “You’re not secretly acquainted with the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path, are you?”

Gu An’s expression changed drastically. “How do you know that?”

“For real?”

“Truth be told, I’m actually… his disciple!”

“Oh please.”

“What, you don’t believe me? Fine then—I am the Sword Sovereign.”

Ji Xuanyu rolled her eyes. “I knew you’d deflect. Every time I ask about your secrets, you talk in circles. Meanwhile, I tell you everything.”

Her tone turned a little sulky.

Gu An sighed. “My dear sister, do you think I want to know this stuff? You dump it all on me out of nowhere—I get scared just listening! What if your enemies from past lives come knocking? I’m not afraid of dying, I’m just afraid of being tortured. Even if I confess, they might not believe me…”

As he kept rambling, Ji Xuanyu actually started to look guilty.

From his perspective, he did seem to be under a lot of pressure.

When Gu An finally stopped, Ji Xuanyu asked, “Should I stop telling you from now on?”

“Really?”

“Nope! I’m going to keep talking. We only live once. I just want to tell you, not necessarily about those things.”

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving behind a proud silhouette.

Gu An chuckled. This girl… she’s got quite the personality.

Then he picked up Adventures of the Green Hero again and continued reading.

Xuantian Yi hadn’t published anything new lately. Slacking off. Gu An was mildly annoyed.

Should I go give him a shoulder pat sometime?

Nah, too undignified.

Getting Shen Zhen back into writing might not be a bad idea. She might just surpass Xuantian Yi one day.

Under the blue sky, above the white clouds, Gu An rode the Blood Prison Grand Sage. An Xin stood beside him.

Dressed in a white robe and wearing a white jade mask, she gently touched the surface of her mask.

“Master, where are we going?” she turned and asked. She could feel an immense force carrying her forward, vast and boundless.

“To a different sect of mine,” Gu An replied.

The moment An Xin heard that, she perked up. “Master, what’s your actual cultivation level? Even the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord and the others can’t see through your disguise.”

“I’m just a little bit stronger than Nine-Fingered, Wu Xing, and Shen Xinzi,” Gu An said vaguely.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to spill, An Xin didn’t push. Instead, her curiosity shifted toward what lay ahead.

A sea breeze swept past, causing An Xin to look toward the front. The moment she did, her expression changed.

Towering peaks loomed into view, each one grand and majestic, shocking her to the core.

Gu An glanced at her, sighing inwardly.

Ever since they acknowledged each other, An Xin had changed completely—so cheerful now, almost like a carefree young girl again.

It meant she really saw him as family.

With parents around, a child could afford to be willful. Without them, they had to grow up fast.

Seeing her this way made Gu An happy too. After all, he’d watched her grow up. She’d stayed by his side all these years. In his heart, An Xin was no less than a daughter.

“Look at you, wide-eyed like you’ve never seen a mountain. This is the Mortal Peak, ruled by the Peak Master of Dingtian Peak!” the Blood Prison Grand Sage declared proudly, as if he were the one in charge there.

An Xin gasped, “Dingtian Peak? I’ve heard of that—Senior Lu attended the Millennium Summit there once… So that’s why! Master, if she knew you were the one supporting her all this time, with how much she likes you, she’d probably throw herself into your arms!”

Gu An’s handsome face flushed red. He coughed. “What nonsense are you spouting? A girl has to have some dignity. I’m not taking a Dao Companion.”

“Exactly! She’s not worthy,” the Blood Prison Grand Sage chimed in. He’d never liked Lu Lingjun—ever since she called him a dumb ox during their ascension.

An Xin covered her mouth, laughing. “Now I get why Master keeps turning down all those romantic admirers. There’s no need—they’d only hold you back.”

She truly admired Gu An. He treated others with kindness but never asked for anything in return. What woman could resist that?

Who would’ve thought that the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path was living incognito as a valley lord in the Taixuan Sect? So low-key!

Master has real self-control.

An Xin secretly vowed that one day, she would become a great cultivator like her master—one who hides their strength and watches the world from behind the scenes.

If she really did surpass her senior and junior brothers, she too would conceal her cultivation and watch them clash for supremacy.

Just imagining it gave her a thrill.

Right then, a vast aura descended from the skies, scattering the sea of clouds. The gust blew her robe and long hair around. She looked up, eyes wide in awe.

A massive, bluish mountain shadow appeared in the sky, dwarfing all the peaks ahead.

Gu An’s face remained calm. This was precisely the reason he had come today.

That was a Supreme Immortal Treasure—belonging to Mortal Peak.