Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: 8 Million Years of Life Span!

Looking at the group of black silhouettes carrying a coffin, Ye Lan furrowed her brows tightly. The other disciples were the same; they couldn't discern the aura of the other party, which made their hearts sink.

The newcomers were indeed the Nine Nether Thirteen Evil. Underneath the night sky, they were like thirteen ghostly shadows, so terrifying.

“We are disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Supreme Sect. What do you intend to do?”

A male disciple shouted in a deep voice. In the Taicang Dynasty, as disciples of the Supreme Sect, they still had some confidence.

Upon hearing this, the Nine Nether Thirteen Evil were unmoved. Seeing them continually approaching, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had to retreat.

“Alright, don't scare them. Let them leave quickly.”

A weak voice came from inside the coffin.

Zhen Qin widened her eyes and couldn't help but shout: “Senior Brother Su?”

Su Han?

The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall were greatly shocked, speeding up their retreat, and Ye Lan's face also became serious.

Su Han's name in the world of Immortal Cultivation was like thunder, but his reputation was of fiendish ferocity.

“So it's your junior sister. No wonder you want to let them leave. Then hurry up and get lost.” A black silhouette said sinisterly.

Zhen Qin wanted to speak, but Ye Lan stopped her, and without uttering harsh words, led the disciples away immediately.

As they left, Zhen Qin frequently looked back, her gaze falling on the coffin, but unfortunately, she couldn't see through it.

Just like that, Ye Lan and the others quickly departed.

The Nine Nether Thirteen Evil then put down the coffin, and the coffin lid was opened. Su Han sat up from inside, his hair disheveled, one hand clutching the coffin board.

The Nine Nether Thirteen Evil spread out, setting up formations in all directions.

Su Han stared in the direction where Ye Lan, Zhen Qin, and others had left, his eyes complex, lost in thought.

Thousands of miles away.

Above the forest, Gu An stood atop a tree, watching the scene from afar. He embraced the Qinghong Sword, his face concealed by a mask, only his eyes flickering with a ghostly light.

After watching for a while, Gu An finally turned around and leaped into the mountain forest.

Spring arrived, everything revived, the sky over the Supreme Sect turned blue, dotted with white clouds, and the scenery was delightful.

In the Third Medicine Valley.

Gu An was picking medicinal herbs, An Xin following beside him, holding a bamboo basket.

In those days, Gu An would go out daily to save people and slay demons. Although his lifespan did not increase rapidly, it still increased by several thousand years each day.

Mainly, he wasn't solely targeting demons. In the process, he also experienced the various states of the mortal world.

“Valley Master, have you any news of my brother?” An Xin suddenly asked, a question she had held back for a long time.

She knew Gu An was acquainted with An Hao, especially familiar with An Hao's master, Lv Baitian.

While picking medicinal herbs, Gu An replied, “I heard that he is in Tianwei and is said to marry the Princess of Tianwei. The auspicious date is not yet decided, and he is currently in seclusion cultivating in Tianwei.”

This matter was not secretive and had already spread within the Inner Sect. As the first genius of the Supreme Sect, any of An Hao's actions could stir up rumors.

The Supreme Sect had already sent elders to discuss the matter. The sect supported An Hao's marriage with the Tianwei Imperial Family.

Hearing this, An Xin sighed in relief and asked smilingly, “How is the Princess of Tianwei in terms of talent and beauty?”

“In terms of talent, that I don't know. It's said she's quite beautiful. You know your brother, don't you? If the looks weren't good enough, would he even consider her?” Gu An responded.

Talking about An Hao brought more smiles to An Xin's face. She began recounting An Hao's childhood embarrassing moments, and Gu An listened intently without showing any impatience.

Gu An also felt happy that An Hao could get married.

Despite not having married himself, just thinking about the disciple he raised getting married uplifted Gu An's mood.

After finishing picking the medicinal herbs, the two headed towards the pavilion complex.

Gu An had An Xin bring the herbs to the storage building, while he went upstairs alone to relax and read.

By dusk, Gu An left the Third Medicine Valley and continued with his roaming plan.

Months passed swiftly, and Gu An's ninetieth birthday arrived. During this period, he had slain over twelve thousand three hundred demon beasts, gaining nearly 400,000 years of lifespan, bringing his total lifespan to over eight million years.

All the cultivators in the world were slaying demons and rescuing suffering people. Therefore, Gu An had not yet made a name for himself, but the tens of thousands he had saved remembered him. Sooner or later, his deeds would be widely known.

Eight dynasties were still at war, pushing for unification, while the Immortal Cultivation World was resisting demons. Yet no matter how many demons were killed, the number of demons in the lands of the eight dynasties kept increasing.

The demon calamity was different from what many imagined. It wasn't about countless demons attacking all at once but a continuous infiltration.

Perhaps when the Demon Ancestor resurrected, the situation would be entirely different.

A sweltering summer day.

Disguised, Gu An walked along a mountain path. Along the way, there were many refugees, with sallow faces, dirty and disheveled, staggering along like walking skeletons. Even as they brushed past Gu An, they didn't turn their heads, as if nothing mattered to them.

Such situations were not new to Gu An.

These refugees' homes were likely destroyed by demons, forcing them to head to other cities. However, demons weren't the only troubles in these times; there were also evil people preying on the vulnerable, looting was common. Gu An had even killed several evil men who were assaulting women.

Gu An also did not look at the refugees; he was pondering a question.

If he didn't have the ability to steal lifespans, how would he survive in this world?

From the Holy Land nurturing demons to harm the living to the common folks suffering from demons and evil men.

Even though Gu An wanted to cultivate in peace, if he could do something within his power without endangering himself, he would still like to help.

As he walked and pondered, he suddenly sensed an aura coming from the south. He ceased his thoughts and extended his divine sense.

The divine sense of the ninth layer of the Nirvana Realm swept over mountains and rivers, lakes and seas, arriving at the vast blue ocean.

He saw a brilliant white light appear at the horizon, carefully observing, it was a series of white lotuses forming a staircase in the air, continuously extending forward, while the lotuses at the back disappeared. A Daoist was stepping on the white lotus steps as if an Immortal walking in the mortal world.

Mahayana Cultivator!

Finally, a Mahayana Cultivator returned. Gu An felt relieved.

If he had to face the demon calamity alone, he would indeed consider fleeing with others.

Relying on a lone individual's strength to avert the calamity of extinction would certainly attract the attention of all factions in the Seven Stars Spirit Realm and those hidden forces. They would investigate him madly. Even if he hid deeply, he couldn't guarantee they wouldn't find him. This didn't align with his cultivation philosophy.

He needed others to share the burden, so he could act with less pressure.

Subsequently, Gu An quickened his pace and continued his demon-slaying plan.

He didn't kill every demon he encountered; he only targeted those attacking villages and people.

If he could earn hundreds of thousands of years of lifespan each year, it wouldn't take more than three years for him to break through to the next realm.

Gu An had high expectations for the second realm of the Immortal Path.

The return of the Daoist Lord of Cangtian Sect!

This news was like a bombshell, shaking the entire world of Immortal Cultivation. The news reached the Supreme Sect, and the disciples were thrilled; legends about the Daoist Lord started spreading wildly in various cities.

When Gu An went to the Book Collection Hall at the Outer Sect to return books, he heard many disciples discussing the Daoist Lord.

Although information about the Daoist Lord was scarce, one thing was clear: the Cangtian Sect regarded him as a Mahayana Cultivator!

After years of calamities, Mahayana Realm was no longer a secret in the world of Immortal Cultivation. It symbolized the pinnacle that Mortal Spirits could reach, representing the highest realm in Immortal Cultivation!

With the return of the Daoist Lord, various sects were actively contacting their long-out Supreme Elders, hoping for the emergence of a Mahayana Cultivator.

It's worth mentioning that this month, the Wuzhen Dynasty surrendered to the Taicang Dynasty, which expanded its territory yet again, and Tianwei annexed the Great Zhao Dynasty. Thus, the land of the once Nine Dynasties turned into Six Dynasties.

In terms of vastness, the Taicang Dynasty was the largest. Even in the world of Immortal Cultivation, the name Li Xuandao was often mentioned.

After leaving the Book Collection Hall, Gu An walked on the streets, listening to the surrounding disciples' discussions about the various events in the Immortal Cultivation World. He enjoyed it greatly.

The Immortal Cultivation World was consolidating its strength, so he couldn't afford to fall behind.

He aimed to break through to the second realm of the Immortal Path quietly before the world was unified!

An hour later, Gu An left the Outer Gate City and headed towards the North Sea Mountain to the Medicine Garden of Sage Xuan Miao to pick herbs.

By midnight, Gu An moved again.

This time, he came to a valley, just under two hundred miles from the nearest town. The valley was filled with dense demon energy, and there were dozens of captives and over two hundred demons, the strongest of whom had reached the Nascent Soul Realm. That demon was severely injured and had ordered his subordinates to capture people.

Gu An stood on a cliff, overlooking the flickering firelight in the valley, suddenly capturing an aura, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask.

He didn't hesitate and jumped down.

Facing the demons in the mortal world, Gu An never used spells or divine skills; he relied solely on swordsmanship to slay demons.

After half an hour.

In the valley, dozens of raggedly dressed commoners knelt on the grass, kowtowing to Gu An.

On the cliff face before Gu An hung a huge cat demon, covered in blood, its demon body embedded in the cliff, with stones continually falling off.

Besides that, surrounding Gu An were the bodies of demons, a chilling sight.

Gu An said: “Hurry and leave.”

Upon hearing this, the commoners quickly got up and ran towards the valley entrance.

Gu An's gaze then fell on a shape-shifting demon beneath the cat demon's corpse, writhing on the ground.

A woman suddenly turned around and said: “Benefactor, that demon was good to us, even trying to save us. Please don't kill him.”

As she spoke, the other commoners who were running away also stopped. Seeing the demon, they all spoke up, pleading for mercy.

Gu An waved his hand, and the commoners had to leave. The woman bit her lip and eventually left as well.

Soon, the valley fell silent.

The shape-shifting demon beneath the cat demon staggered to his feet, looking more like a human than a demon.

“Kill me if you want…” Zhang Buku looked at the mysterious sword cultivator ahead, gritting his teeth, his eyes showing no fear.

Chapter end

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