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

Chapter 175: Su Han’s Envy, The Resurrection of the Demon Ancestor

Jiang Qiong only stayed for a single night before departing again.

Gu An could sense a renewed fighting spirit in her, reminiscent of when she first regained her physical body—spirited and full of ambition.

He looked forward to seeing where her path would lead.

If she could guide the remaining members of the Nightshade Sect toward a better future, it would be a worthy deed.

As for Su Han and the Nightshade Ghost Mother, they were simply using each other. The Nightshade Sect sought to reclaim their homeland, while Su Han needed protection. Who would emerge victorious in this game of survival? That remained to be seen.

Everyone had their own path to walk.

Even those closest to Gu An—Ye Lan, Zhen Qin, and Li Ya—were busy with their own cultivation journeys, only occasionally visiting to reminisce.

After Jiang Qiong left, life for Gu An continued as usual.

Despite reaching the ninth level of the Wandering Immortal Stage, he still found joy in tending to plants.

His ambitions extended far beyond his current level.

Since harvesting herbs himself granted him lifespan, he rarely used his clones for the task. As for dealing with visitors, he found such interactions rare enough to be a welcome diversion—something to personally experience rather than delegate.

For Gu An, every day remained interesting.

Celestial Palace Mountain stood among vast peaks, its summit crowned by a massive palace. A long, unobstructed stone staircase stretched from the base to the peak, a path known as the Heavenly Ascension Steps—ascending them was akin to climbing to the heavens.

Upon those steps, Su Han walked forward, bone sword in hand, his black robes fluttering as he gazed up at the figure standing at the summit.

His face betrayed deep unwillingness.

At the top stood An Hao, dressed in gold-trimmed white robes, a dragon crown atop his head. His gauntlets, belt, and boots gleamed with meticulous craftsmanship, exuding an air of nobility.

Looking down upon Su Han, An Hao smirked arrogantly.

"The Hatred Heaven Divine Sword? Is this all?

"I heard you can absorb others' spiritual energy, yet even with your shortcuts, your cultivation speed still can’t match mine?"

His voice thundered across the mountain, brimming with confidence.

Su Han continued looking up at him, not in anger, but with complex emotions.

At that moment, shadowy figures emerged from the forests below—silent and ghostly, rapidly appearing behind Su Han.

The Thirteen Fiends of Nine Nether.

Su Han raised his sword, blocking their approach.

Li Sanyou said in a low voice, “If you don’t deal with him, you won’t be able to devour the cultivators inside the palace.”

Su Han’s voice remained calm. “He’s from Taixuan Sect. I don’t want to make enemies with them.”

Li Qiyou sneered. “Then just injure him—no need to kill.”

Seeing the Thirteen Fiends arrive, An Hao narrowed his eyes.

Raising his right hand, he summoned a longsword out of thin air.

Under the sunlight, the sword’s blade shimmered with radiant arcs.

Su Han frowned, hesitating.

But the Thirteen Fiends weren’t waiting for him.

They stepped forward, preparing to attack.

Boom!

Above them, the clouds churned violently, twisting into a massive thunderstorm.

An overwhelming sword intent descended, locking onto Su Han and the Thirteen Fiends.

Su Han’s eyes widened in shock as he looked up at An Hao.

The previous calm vanished—for the first time, fear crept into his gaze.

"Such sword intent... how is this possible...?"

Su Han knew for a fact that An Hao was younger than him.

How could he have developed such a terrifying level of sword mastery?

"To have mastered the Taicang Frightening God Sword to this extent…

"What is your relationship with the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path?"

A voice echoed.

It was the Nightshade Ghost Mother.

At her words, the Thirteen Fiends immediately stopped moving.

The mention of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path filled them with dread—thankfully, they hadn't attacked yet.

An Hao let out a cold snort. “Why ask so many questions? If you want to fight, then fight!”

The sword intent in the sky intensified.

The storm clouds above twisted into a colossal human face.

Had Gu An been present, he would have been pleased—An Hao’s mastery of the Taicang Frightening God Sword had reached new heights.

“Retreat,” the Nightshade Ghost Mother ordered.

Without hesitation, the Thirteen Fiends of Nine Nether turned and descended the mountain.

As they passed Su Han, one of them shoved his shoulder.

Su Han followed, but he couldn’t help but glance back at An Hao.

This was the first time he had seen someone who could make the Nightshade Ghost Mother retreat.

His feelings grew even more complicated.

"If only I had a background like his… how different my fate would be…"

With that thought, he disappeared into the forest alongside the Thirteen Fiends.

High atop the mountain, An Hao finally let out a breath.

Despite his confident front, the Thirteen Fiends had put immense pressure on him.

"Master is truly amazing—wherever he goes, he's untouchable!"

Feeling smug, An Hao turned and headed toward the Celestial Palace.

Before he even reached the entrance, Si Yan’er peeked out from the doorway, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“So your master is the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path?” she whispered eagerly.

An Hao ruffled her hair without answering and walked straight inside.

Gu An sat on the steps of his pavilion, watching the disciples sweep fallen leaves.

The vast and scenic Medicine Valley filled him with tranquility.

The sky was clear, the wind was gentle—everything was perfect.

Except…

In the north, a powerful demonic aura was rapidly converging.

With his Wandering Immortal-level divine sense, Gu An peered into the distance.

A mountain, surrounded by countless demons, came into view.

The mountain’s summit was eerily flat, as if it had been severed by a divine sword.

At its center stood an altar, encircled by Grand Demons—the weakest among them was Profound Mind Stage, while one had already reached Nirvana Stage.

Gu An guessed that this Nirvana Stage figure was the Demon Emperor.

But beneath the altar, an even stronger demonic aura was gathering.

The Demon Ancestor was reviving.

The demonic energy spread across the land, the skies churned with dark clouds, and falling meteors painted the scene like an apocalypse.

He also sensed powerful cultivators lurking nearby—including several at Nirvana Stage.

Clearly, these were Seven Star Spirit Realm cultivators, waiting for the right moment.

"Neither human nor demon… What a world we live in."

Gu An chuckled softly, his tone laced with irony.

Retracting his divine sense, he pulled out Daoist Xunchun’s book and flipped through it.

He had no intention of stopping the Demonic Cataclysm early.

He would strike only when the Seven Star Spirit Realm least expected it.

Night fell.

An Xin approached the steps and asked, “Master, why are you sitting here?”

Gu An smiled. “Just enjoying the moon. What about you? How’s your cultivation?”

Since merging with the Water Spirit Pearl, her lifespan hadn’t increased, but her ability to absorb spiritual energy had greatly improved.

An Xin beamed. “I’m doing great! Thank you, Master. Don’t worry—I’ll work hard planting herbs to repay you.”

Gu An chuckled. “Sixth-Grade herbs are worth a fortune. If you want to repay me, you might have to spend your whole life doing it.”

“It’s fine. As long as Master doesn’t mind, I’m willing to stay in Medicine Valley forever.”

Unlike An Hao, who roamed the cultivation world with reckless abandon, An Xin—fully aware of her average talent—had no ambitions for the world.

Her entire world was this valley.

With hundreds of disciples in Medicine Valley, life was never dull. She could occasionally visit the Outer Sect City, and she had no real worries. To her, life was simple and fulfilling.

Gu An looked at her bright smile and couldn’t help but smile as well.

Then I’ll take care of her for a lifetime.

Gu An had never been kind to his disciples for personal gain. No matter how skilled they became, they could never surpass him.

He simply enjoyed forming good karma—helping those he cared about brought him a sense of satisfaction.

As they chatted, An Xin complained about how the White Spirit Mouse had grown too fat, insisting it needed more exercise.

Gu An handed the mouse over to her, letting her train it however she liked. She was delighted.

The Next Morning

A large number of Taixuan Sect disciples flew north, some even soaring over the Third Medicine Valley. The spectacle was grand, stirring excited discussions among the valley’s disciples.

Gu An watched briefly before stepping onto a teleportation array.

An Hour Later – Horizon Valley

Gu An arrived and immediately noticed Lü Xian meditating on a cliffside, facing the valley entrance.

Upon spotting Gu An from afar, Lü Xian nodded slightly in greeting.

Gu An returned the gesture before continuing into the valley.

Two years had passed, and the world's power structure had shifted drastically.

Now, only three great dynasties remained:

1. Taicang Empire – The most dominant, ruling over vast lands.
2. Tianwei Empire
3. Dajiang Empire – The weakest, as they had stayed out of civil wars, focusing solely on battling demons and fiends.

After collecting his medicinal herbs, Gu An ordered three monkey demons to start planting new ones.

At that moment, Luo Hun approached him.

“His Majesty wants you to focus on reaching the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage and form your Golden Core as soon as possible,” Luo Hun said.

He took out a jade box and handed it to Gu An.

"His Majesty said that with your status in Taixuan Sect, there will surely be people willing to help you form a Core. But just in case, he prepared this Golden Core for you ahead of time. He doesn’t have time to return in person."

A hint of curiosity flickered in Luo Hun’s eyes.

He was curious about Gu An’s current position in Taixuan Sect, but unfortunately, Li Xuandao’s letters never elaborated.

Gu An stored the jade box in his spatial ring and instructed Luo Hun to pass his thanks to Li Xuandao.

Then, Luo Hun leaned in and whispered, “What about the book?”

Gu An smirked and secretly handed him a book.

“This is the latest volume of Adventures of the Green Hero, personally given to me by the Green Hero himself. No one else has read it yet.”

Luo Hun’s eyes lit up with excitement as he accepted the book.

Just then, Ji Ruolai—Ji Xiaoyu’s elder brother—appeared behind Luo Hun without warning.

He looked directly at Gu An.

“You know Xuantian Yi?” he asked.

Luo Hun immediately stepped aside, giving them space.

Gu An raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

Ji Ruolai’s expression remained neutral. “Adventures of the Green Hero was written by Xuantian Yi.”

Hearing this, Luo Hun stiffened, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. Without a word, he turned and slipped away.

Gu An nodded calmly. “Yes, I know him. We’ve sworn brotherhood.”

Luo Hun froze in disbelief, turning back to look at him.

Ji Ruolai narrowed his eyes, carefully studying Gu An.

On the cliffside, Lü Xian also opened his eyes.

The name Xuantian Yi was legendary.

Today, who in the cultivation world hadn’t heard of Taixuan Sect’s True Legacy First Disciple?

Ji Ruolai stared at Gu An for a moment longer before saying, “Looks like Xuantian Yi really likes your Fengshen Yanyi.”

Gu An blinked. “Fengshen Yanyi? What do you mean?”

Luo Hun, still nearby, suddenly spun around, looking at Ji Ruolai with a deep frown.

“You’re saying that Fengshen Yanyi was written by Gu An?”

Ji Ruolai nodded.

Luo Hun turned to Gu An in utter shock.

This stunned him more than Gu An being sworn brothers with Xuantian Yi.

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