If I Become An Immortal, The Celestial Officials Invite Me To Tend Their Horses Chapter 167: The Green Hero Emerges, The Nine Cultivators Under Heaven - Novel Cool

Chapter 167: The Green Hero Emerges, The Nine Cultivators Under Heaven

Chapter 167: The Green Hero Emerges, The Nine Cultivators Under Heaven

Looking at the obstinate transformed demon before him, Gu An's memory was stirred.

He recalled his time with his senior martial brother, Zhang Chunqiu, and in his recollection, Zhang Chunqiu aged from youth to old age, encapsulating a life.

This transformed demon was none other than Zhang Chunqiu's son, Zhang Bukou.

When they first met, Zhang Bukou was still a young boy, but now he had grown up.

Seeing Zhang Bukou's pitiful state, Senior Brother must be heartbroken? Gu An thought, and his thoughts began to wander.

Zhang Bukou's injuries were not inflicted by him. Before Gu An intervened, Zhang Bukou was being bullied by the demons. Earlier, when Gu An was killing the demons, Zhang Bukou rushed forward, only to be kicked to the ground by him. It wasn't until all the demons were dead that Zhang Bukou could barely stand up.

Judging from what the commoners said, Zhang Bukou indeed hadn't done anything evil.

But why does this young man have a death wish?

Gu An raised the Green Swan Sword in his hand, pointing it at Zhang Bukou, and asked, "Do you truly want to die?"

Zhang Bukou didn't hesitate, his face contorted, and he charged straight at Gu An.

Gu An gripped the sword with his other hand, using the hilt to press against Zhang Bukou's chest, causing his upper body to tilt back, preventing Zhang Bukou's hand from reaching him.

Before Zhang Bukou could change his move, Gu An took off his mask and placed it over Zhang Bukou's face.

Zhang Bukou subconsciously backed away, then removed the mask and glared at Gu An. He was just about to throw the mask in his hand at Gu An when his eyes widened in surprise, and his face showed a look of astonishment.

"Gu...Senior Martial Uncle?"

Zhang Bukou asked cautiously.

Gu An wasn't worried about exposing his identity because the strength he displayed while killing the demons was strong, but it was far from his true cultivation level.

And only by doing this would Zhang Bukou stop.

Gu An smiled and asked, "Do you still remember me?"

Zhang Bukou wiped the blood from his face and said excitedly, "Of course, I remember. You also gave me Spirit Qi Pills. How could I forget?"

Gu An sheathed his sword and then took out some healing medicine to give to Zhang Bukou, asking him to heal his injuries first.

Zhang Bukou didn't refuse. After taking the pill, he sat down on the spot to meditate. As he circulated his qi, he looked at Gu An, watching him collect the demon treasures.

An hour later, the two of them arrived at a small river, where Zhang Bukou squatted down to wash his face and clean his wounds at the same time.

After he finished cleaning himself up, he turned to look at Gu An, who had put his mask back on, and asked, "Senior Martial Uncle Gu, why are you dressed like this?"

He was no longer the ignorant young boy he used to be. After wandering in the cultivation world for so long, he was well aware of the status of the Tai Xuan Gate.

Within the Great Cang Empire, disciples of the Tai Xuan Gate were revered wherever they went.

Gu An replied, "In this chaotic world overrun by demons, I do have a heart to save the suffering, but I also wish to avoid trouble. That's why I wear this mask to hide my identity."

Zhang Bukou suddenly realized and recalled his father's evaluation of Senior Martial Uncle Gu.

Timid, cautious, yet with a kind heart.

"And don't tell anyone about what I've done," Gu An added.

Zhang Bukou laughed, "Rest assured, I'm very tight-lipped. Besides, Senior Martial Uncle Gu just saved my life. How could I possibly harm you?"

Gu An ruffled Zhang Bukou's hair and asked, "How did you end up with these demons?"

As soon as he said this, Zhang Bukou's smile froze, and he lowered his head.

The night breeze was hot, and Gu An looked at Zhang Bukou's back, sighing inwardly.

He didn't need to ask to guess Zhang Bukou's predicament.

Born of a union between a human and a demon, raised in a human environment, but as he grew older, his demonic qi became more pronounced, and the humans rejected him. However, his concepts and values had already been shaped by Zhang Chunqiu, so how could he possibly fit in with the demon race?

Gu An had heard those demons mocking Zhang Bukou for his impure blood, which showed that the demon race didn't accept him either.

"I obtained a cultivation technique that supposedly came from the Qian Qiu Pavilion. As a righteous sect disciple, I shouldn't cultivate it, so I might as well pass it on to you." Gu An suddenly said, and then he took out a secret manual from his storage bag.

On it was written—Demon Shadow Divine Art!

In fact, this was the cultivation method for the Nine Extremes Yin-Yang Body!

When Zhang Bukou heard this, he looked up at Gu An, his hand outstretched, and he seemed a little dazed.

In his sixty-six years of life, only Senior Martial Uncle Gu had cared for him selflessly.

He stood up, hesitating.

Gu An directly stuffed the manual into his arms and said, "Take it. Remember, don't tell anyone that I gave you this cultivation technique."

Zhang Bukou took a deep breath and looked up at Gu An. "Senior Martial Uncle Gu, am I human or demon? Why is it that neither humans nor demons are willing to accept me?"

Gu An asked in surprise, "Who says no one will accept you? I accept you. Does it matter whether you're human or demon? Bukou, the hardships you're facing now may be because the world is in turmoil, but think about those people trapped in the valley. Can they control their own fate? The fact that you can cultivate already puts you above ninety percent of all living beings."

Zhang Bukou fell into a daze as he began to think about those who were suffering.

"What's important is not the identity you're born with, but what kind of existence you want to become in this life," Gu An said solemnly.

Zhang Bukou took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Senior Martial Uncle Gu, for your guidance."

Gu An was afraid that Zhang Bukou would try to end his life, so he continued, "When your father was young, he often said that if his spiritual root aptitude wasn't so lacking, how much better it would be. He also wanted to roam the heavens and earth, travel far and wide, and reach the highest peaks to ask the heavens if there truly were immortals. What you have now is already something your father could never attain in his lifetime. Cultivate well, and the path of cultivation will guide you to find meaning in life."

Zhang Bukou's maximum lifespan was two thousand three hundred years. Even though he had half-demon blood, it proved that his talent was not bad.

Gu An patted Zhang Bukou on the shoulder and said, "Take care." Then, he threw a storage bag and left.

Zhang Bukou hurriedly asked, "Where are you going, Master Gu?"

"I'm going to save those who are suffering like you," Gu An replied, waving his hand without turning back.

Zhang Bukou stared at his departing figure, envy filling his eyes.

He knew about Master Gu's background—an orphan born into servitude. Yet, he, Zhang Bukou, had at least enjoyed his father's company until adulthood.

If Master Gu could be so carefree, why should he wallow in self-pity? Zhang Bukou's gaze fell on the storage bag that Master Gu had left behind. He was about to call out to him but found that Master Gu had already disappeared from sight.

Curious, he probed the bag with his spiritual sense and immediately furrowed his brows.

It was filled with demonic treasures left behind by the demons from earlier.

Zhang Bukou clutched the bag tightly, lowering his head as tears streamed down his cheeks. But as he cried, the corners of his mouth turned upward, and he vowed, "I will cultivate diligently, Master Gu. One day, I will repay your kindness and make you proud."

...

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, many great cultivators returned from overseas, and their stories of triumph were propagated by their sects, spreading throughout the land and inspiring cultivators everywhere.

While the demon calamity was terrifying, it was akin to what Pan An had written about shattering the void—the perseverance of humanity would prevail through any catastrophe!

Over the past year, Gu An had led a fulfilling life. Whenever he didn't need to gather herbs, he would go down the mountain to help those in need, offering aid even to bullied demons.

Gradually, tales of a swordsman spread among the common folk, and he became known as the Green Swordsman, eventually earning the nickname "Green Hero."

In front of the pavilion in Xuan Valley, Gu An was sparring with Chu Jingfeng, with Ye Lan watching from the sidelines.

Finally, Gu An narrowly defeated Chu Jingfeng. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he remarked, "It's really difficult to win against Chu brother without using spiritual power and relying solely on swordsmanship."

Chu Jingfeng, breathless, smiled and said, "Your swordsmanship is excellent; I don't feel wronged by this loss."

Although he had lost, he wasn't discouraged because Gu An's victory hadn't come easily.

After bidding them farewell, Chu Jingfeng left to give the pair some privacy.

Gu An and Ye Lan ascended the stairs to the pavilion.

Once inside, Gu An went to wash his face while Ye Lan closed the door and walked over to the desk, saying, "Recently, there have been more and more demons appearing near the border of the Five Kingdoms, and even a Great Void demon has shown up. It seems that the death of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon hasn't deterred the demon race."

During this year, the Chen Tang Dynasty was annexed by the Great Jiang Dynasty, reducing the number of kingdoms in the world by one.

"I've received news that there are seventy-two Great Demon Kings in the Demon Realm, and the Six-Headed Flood Dragon was just one of them. When the true demon calamity arrives, I don't know how humanity will withstand it. I feel that relying solely on the Nine Cultivators is far from enough," Ye Lan said worriedly as she sat down.

The Nine Cultivators was a title coined by the Tai Xuan Gate, and among them were the Daoist Lord of Cangtian Sect, the Longevity Daoist of Sanqing Mountain, and the Sword Immortal of Tai Xuan Gate.

With the emergence of the Nine Cultivators, the morale of the cultivation world soared, and the Tai Xuan Gate gained even more prominence.

Lu Baitian had thoroughly mastered the techniques passed down by Gu An.

Turning around, Gu An smiled and said, "At least the power of the cultivation world is constantly improving, and that's a good thing. As long as there's hope, we'll be fine."

Ye Lan added, "It's said that above the seventy-two Great Demon Kings are even more terrifying beings. Who knows what the Demon Realm is planning?"

"Don't think about those things. You and I can't change the course of the world; we can only adapt and live with the flow," Gu An consoled her.

Ye Lan nodded. "If the Great Jiang Dynasty falls, Brother, let's head south and out to sea. I've been making preparations, and although the ocean is dangerous, it's at least a way out. If we can find a small island to live on, even if we only have another twenty years to live, it won't be a wasted life."

Gu An smiled and asked, "How would we live? Just the two of us? That would be boring."

"How could it be boring?" Ye Lan asked, raising her eyebrows at Gu An and giving him a look that set his imagination ablaze. "We'll work during the day and rest at night. I have many ways to keep you entertained, Brother."

Gu An coughed lightly and said, "If that's the case, then I suppose that's the only option."

Hearing this, Ye Lan's eyes lit up, and she began to talk about the resources she had prepared for their potential escape.

Seeing her smile, Gu An secretly vowed, "Sister, rest assured. I won't let you live a life of hardship!"

Gu An's lifespan had already exceeded nine million years, and he was inching closer to the ten million-year milestone!

If he worked hard this year, he might be able to accumulate a lifespan of ten million years by the end of it.

For his sister's sake, he would face the demon calamity head-on!

(End of Chapter)

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