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

After Gu An slapped him, Mo Hen's face showed disbelief; he had not expected Gu An to be so audacious.

Despite the gap in their cultivation levels, they both existed as Carefree Primordial Immortals!

Mo Hen clenched his teeth and asked, "Who exactly are you, and from which sect do you come?"

Everyone else stared at Gu An, waiting for his response.

A Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal who had just joined Mortal World Peak was a Carefree Primordial Immortal?

Everyone felt it was absurd and even suspected Gu An had ulterior motives.

At this moment, Bai Ziya could not help but entertain doubts, but upon rethinking, he recalled that it was he who had persuaded the individual to join Mortal World Peak, and it did not seem like a setup at that time.

Gu An fixed his gaze on Mo Hen and said, "Does that really matter? If I were merely an ordinary Peak Master of Mortal World Peak, how would you seek revenge on me?"

As soon as Mo Hen exhibited hostility toward him, Gu An had already marked him as a dead man in his heart.

Gu An's statement made Daoist Lord Yongnian narrow his eyes.

After hearing this, Mo Hen's expression grew uglier, and for a moment, he did not know how to respond.

"Could he also be aiming for Dingtian Peak?"

Mo Hen thought angrily in his heart, not considering it a coincidence.

How could it be that a randomly chosen person turned out to be a Great Cultivator concealing his power?

Now, he found himself in a dilemma; bowing his head in submission would not erase the karma, but refusing to do so would only worsen his situation.

Suddenly, Mo Hen revealed a smile and said with a clasped fist, "If that's the case, I am even more convinced to join Mortal World Peak. As for Dingtian Peak, I no longer want it; Chengtian Peak is also fine."

Upon hearing these words, most of the people present heaved a sigh of relief.

Daoist Lord Yongnian spoke, "Forget it, Daoist Friend, please go to another sect."

Everyone was taken aback by his rapid change in attitude, and Mo Hen's face turned even uglier.

Gu An turned around to look at Daoist Lord Yongnian, saw him slightly nodding, and he couldn't help but smile.

Very sensible, huh.

"Hmph!"

Mo Hen let out a cold snort and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Everyone urged him to stop, fearing he would stay and escalate the conflict.

Gu An raised his right hand, causing everyone to look at him, not understanding what he intended to do.

Three breaths later, Gu An suddenly clenched his hand, then quickly put whatever it was into his sleeve, the movement so swift that no one saw what he had in his hand.

[You have successfully seized 8709 years of life span from Mo Hen (Carefree Primordial Immortal Realm, fourth layer)].

Looking at the prompt before him, Gu An remained indifferent, feeling no sense of accomplishment.

The surrounding Carefree Primordial Immortals suddenly changed their demeanor; they looked at Gu An with fear, realizing that Mo Hen's aura had suddenly vanished.

The Heaven and Earth Flying Immortals were curious about what Gu An had just grabbed.

Gu An moved next to Bai Ziya, and Daoist Lord Yongnian looked deeply at Gu An and then signalled for the Cloud Banquet to continue.

Bai Ziya looked at Gu An, wanting to say something but hesitated.

Gu An smiled and said, "Bai Daoist Friend, shall things remain as they were before?"

Bai Ziya subconsciously nodded, his demeanor becoming reserved.

How could things be the same?

Damn, that was frightening!

Bai Ziya felt somewhat apprehensive in his heart, wondering if he would have been killed had he acted arrogantly in the beginning.

He couldn't voice this question, but the answer was quite clear.

At the subsequent banquet, Gu An became the focus, with everyone enthusiastically interacting with him, a stark contrast to the earlier scene, even the Carefree Primordial Immortals addressing him as a senior.

...

At Debating Peak, a yard filled with tables where Lu Lingjun, the Holy Mother of the Western Spirit, and Xu Xi sat together, Shen Xinzi was at another table, engaging in a discussion on the principles of Buddhism.

The Holy Mother of the Western Spirit looked at Xu Xi, curiously asking, "Ms. Xu, I wonder if we might have the honor of visiting your master? I would like to thank him in person for taking care of Spirit Lord Lu."

Lu Lingjun also looked toward Xu Xi. In the past few days, Xu Xi had shown her around, enriching her understanding of many Immortal Cultivation concepts.

Whenever she wanted something, Xu Xi had purchased it before she even asked, and despite some reservations about the motives of the Dingtian Peak Master, she still held a good impression of Xu Xi.

Xu Xi shook her head and said, "My master hasn't mentioned wanting to meet you, nor has he said he is keeping Ms. Lu. After the peak conference, you may return without any burden."

This statement caused the Holy Mother of the Western Spirit and Lu Lingjun to exchange puzzled glances.

Just then, a cultivator landed in the yard.

"The Elder from the Great Cold Demon Sect offended the Dingtian Peak Master and perished just after leaving Mortal World Peak!"

The person spoke excitedly, capturing everyone's attention.

Upon hearing it concerned the Dingtian Peak Master, the trio showed curious expressions.

The person began to recount the events at the Cloud Banquet, a scenario that was spreading quickly among all peaks of the Mortal World Peak.

Mo Hen had once been an Elder of the Great Cold Demon Sect, which was nearly dissolved, so Mortal World Peak had no hesitation in making his demise known to demonstrate its strength.

From Mo Hen forcing the Dingtian Peak Master to relinquish his position to the Dingtian Peak Master showing stronger cultivation than Mo Hen and publicly slapping him, forcing Mo Hen to leave disgracefully—the whole process fired up everyone who heard it.

Mo Hen had just flown out of Mortal World Peak when he fell, making the Dingtian Peak Master seem even more formidable in the eyes of the listeners.

The news spread within Dingtian Peak, motivating all disciples and clearing the gloom of their low ranking.

After understanding this, Lu Lingjun felt even more uneasy.

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Such a strong-willed Dingtian Peak Master!

To have such a person assisting her was a mixed blessing.

Due to the conflict between the Dingtian Peak Master and Mo Hen, this Wanli Peak Conference became much more discussive. As Mo Hen's identity and deeds were unearthed, all guests could feel the strength of Mortal World Peak.

After the Cloud Banquet ended, Gu An returned to the Supreme Sect.

He had also heard the noise from Mortal World Peak; how could news spread so fast? In reality, it was Mortal World Peak deliberately promoting it, thankfully without mentioning Meng Lang's name, showing him respect.

Gu An returned to the Third Medicine Valley and happened to meet An Xin, and they chatted for a bit.

Master и disciple discussed ordinary matters in the valley, and Gu An found talking about life's minor details more interesting than discussing major worldly affairs.

Those Carefree Primordial Immortals always talked of grand principles and the world's populace, floating aloft.

...

In the Divine Exotic Realm under the blood-red firmament, Zhang Buku stood by the seashore practicing his Divine Skills.

Behind him, the Divine Exotic Realm Master sat before the Divine Exotic Life Tablet, looking up at the heavens, lost in thought with a vacant gaze.

Zhang Buku finished his maneuver and turned to face his master, asking, "Master, the great calamity has ended, and you have reached agreements with various sects across the sea; why do you still look so troubled?"

Thinking about how Sword_exempt_TITLE_converted the Great Cold Demon Sect stirred his blood.

Since he began walking the path of Immortal Cultivation, he had often heard of the deeds of Sword Venerable Fudao; he never imagined that wherever he went, Sword Venerable Fudao would still be revered by all as a supreme Great Power.

Divine Exotic Realm Master slowly retracted his gaze and said, "Just like Master, the Great Cold Demon Sect is but a pawn. This matter cannot end so quickly. The commotion is too large, and the Holy Court will surely investigate. When the storm settles, more trouble will come."

Zhang Buku disagreed and said, "If there were an existence behind the Great Cold Demon Sect capable of contending with Sword Venerable Fudao, wouldn't they have acted long ago?"

"Perhaps they are investigating Sword Venerable Fudao's identity and cultivation level."

"Master, don't worry. Wouldn't it be better for you to focus on cultivating and strive to break free from destiny on your own?"

Zhang Buku advised. Since his father's death, he had faced continuous tribulations and developed a firm heart; he knew worrying about the future was futile, and seizing the moment to cultivate diligently was key.

The Divine Exotic Realm Master shook his head, smiling, "Master is not like you; I cannot strengthen through cultivation. The more Divine Exotic Resentful Ghosts there are, the stronger Master becomes."

Zhang Buku frowned upon hearing this and asked, "Now that the world is at peace, won't you be unable to expand the number of Divine Exotic Resentful Ghosts?"

The Divine Exotic Realm Master nodded, then looked up again and said, "It just means I can't grow stronger in this realm. My disciple, would you like to venture to other Great Heaven and Earths?"

"Where?"

"A very dark realm."

The words of the Divine Exotic Realm Master puzzled Zhang Buku; what did 'very dark' mean?

Was there a place darker than the Divine Exotic Realm?

...

Time flew by, and seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Lu Lingjun returned.

She saw Gu An playing Go with someone and couldn't help but shake her head and laugh. Was Go really that engaging?

Her gaze fell on Shen Xinzi. Why had this prominent figure from the Bitter Sea Buddha Sect stayed here all this time?

She couldn't figure out what charm the Third Medicine Valley held to attract such a Great Cultivator.

She communicated with Gu An telepathically. Upon hearing her, he immediately asked Yang Jian, who was standing beside him, to help with the game.

Seeing Yang Jian prepare to play, Lu Xianyi from the Holy Court approached; over the years, he always tried to flatter Yang Jian, a demeanor that led Gu An to speculate, but Gu An had kept his thoughts to himself, pretending not to know.

Gu An squeezed through the crowd to greet Lu Lingjun.

"Let's talk in your room," Lu Lingjun nodded.

Gu An had no objections, and the two made small talk as they walked toward the building.

Once inside, Lu Lingjun casually sat down, scanning the surroundings. When her eyes landed on certain books on the shelf, she couldn't help but grimace.

Some things never change.

Gu An brewed tea for her as she began recounting her experiences over the years.

"I attended the Wanli Peak Meeting at Mortal World Peak. It was an eye-opener. Are you aware of Mortal World Peak?" Lu Lingjun asked.

Gu An nodded and replied, "I've heard of it. Shen Xinzi was there too, but I don't understand much about it. Those Great Cultivators said I'm not qualified to know."

Lu Lingjun smiled and said, "Indeed, you're not qualified. But I was fortunate to attend, and I can tell you about it. Want to hear?"

Gu An, carrying the hot tea, placed the cup in front of her and said, "Of course, I want to hear. Go on."

Let's see if you will try to impress me!

Lu Lingjun began from where she first learned about the Wanli Peak Meeting, and Gu An sat down to listen attentively.

She didn't hide the Dingtian Peak Master's protectiveness toward her, even her language seemed to steer, seemingly eager to see Gu An's reaction.

Gu An kept a normal expression, silently criticizing in his mind.

Are all women like this?

Previously, Jiang Qiong also used Sword Venerable Fudao to pressure him.

After some time.

Lu Lingjun remarked reflectively, "The strength of the Dingtian Peak Master is unimaginable. The Elder from the Great Cold Demon Sect was killed just like that; I wonder when I could reach such a realm."

Gu An joked, "Practice cultivation for a hundred and eighty thousand years."

Lu Lingjun glared at him and retorted, "Easy for you to say? A million years might not be enough; you have no idea about the vastness of the Immortal Path Realm!"

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