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

Chapter 119: The Sword Sovereign’s Prestige & Lu Lingjun’s Suspicions

Inside Xuan Valley.

As Gu An walked through the valley, he casually observed the disciples’ cultivation progress.

Under a large tree, Chu Jingfeng sat cross-legged in meditation. In front of him stood a wooden sword, firmly planted in the ground.

Gu An’s curiosity was piqued, and he turned toward him.

“Brother Chu, what are you doing?” Gu An asked with interest.

Chu Jingfeng opened his eyes and replied,

“I’m contemplating my own sword path. I want to create a sword technique.”

“Create a sword technique? That’s incredible! But why are you using a wooden sword? If you need a proper blade, just tell me!”

Since Chu Jingfeng’s storage bag had long been confiscated, he had to leave any spirit stones he earned from chores in his residence.

Yet, when Gu An offered him the sword, Chu Jingfeng simply shook his head.

“No need. What I seek is the purest form of swordsmanship—understanding the sword through the heart, not through the weapon.”

His words carried deep conviction.

Gu An smiled, putting the sword away.

“Well, if you need anything, just let me know.”

With that, he continued toward his own pavilion.

As he left, Chu Jingfeng watched his retreating figure.

“He may be weak, but he’s always happy.”

For some reason, Chu Jingfeng felt a twinge of envy.

Born into a prestigious family, he had once stood among the elite—only to fall from grace due to internal power struggles, reduced to a prisoner’s fate. ℟áΝǒ₿Ěs̈

Had he been given a choice, he would have preferred to start as a mere errand disciple—free from the weight of expectations.

Shaking off the thought, Chu Jingfeng resumed his meditation.

Since cultivating Dao Yan Technique, his cultivation had ceased to progress, and he had no interest in learning other arts.

From now on, he would dedicate himself solely to the way of the sword.

Just like the Da Yu Sword Maniac, Han Ming—who once grasped the sword path in a single moment, becoming an unstoppable force ever since.

Elsewhere.

Back at his pavilion, Gu An sat at his desk and opened his status panel.

His lifespan had skyrocketed by over three hundred thousand years.

That meant that when he destroyed the Nightshade Tree, he had shocked thousands of Nightshade Sect cultivators to death.

For the first time, he truly understood why demonic cultivators were so prevalent.

Taking a deep breath, Gu An steadied his mind, determined not to fall into the demonic path.

"Tending to plants and herbs is better. Even a Grandmaster of the Profound Mind Realm only gives as much lifespan as a fifth-tier herb."

For him, killing enemies and harvesting spirit herbs yielded nearly the same results—except killing brought unnecessary troubles.

To distract himself, Gu An took out Adventures of the Green Hero and quickly became absorbed in the tales of love and vengeance.

Meanwhile—at Dustless Wasteland.

The skies were filled with countless cultivators.

Some had rushed to the battlefield, while others were escorting Nightshade Sect captives away.

On a distant cliff, Ji Hantian stood behind an elderly man in white robes, respectfully recounting the events of the recent battle.

“That’s how it happened, Ancestor. If not for the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path, we would have been doomed! But tell me—who exactly is he? Which Supreme Elder does he belong to? Even a Profound Mind Grandmaster had no power to resist him!”

Ji Hantian struggled to contain his excitement.

The Sword Sovereign’s intervention had been an unexpected blessing, giving him the perfect opportunity to boast in front of the other sects.

Even now, just remembering the stunned faces of the other sect leaders filled him with satisfaction.

The white-robed elder before him was none other than Ancestor Xuan Quan, the recently returned Supreme Elder of Taixuan Sect.

Ancestor Xuan Quan remained silent, his eyes closing slightly.

Ji Hantian did not disturb him, assuming the elder was pondering the Sword Sovereign’s identity.

But in truth—

Ancestor Xuan Quan was in complete shock.

"Taixuan Sect has no Supreme Elder this powerful!"

However, having heard of the Sword Sovereign's past feats, he was at least certain of one thing—

The man stood with Taixuan Sect.

He was most likely a Taixuan cultivator—but not a Supreme Elder.

In his travels overseas, Xuan Quan had encountered such cases before. Some mysterious talents would appear in critical moments, stepping forward to save their sects from disaster.

"Perhaps Taixuan Sect is blessed with such fortune as well?"

Opening his eyes, Ancestor Xuan Quan spoke calmly.

“The Sword Sovereign conceals his identity because he does not wish to be disturbed. The more this is the case, the more we must respect his privacy.”

“Not only should we refrain from investigating him, but we must also protect his identity.”

“However, his deeds must be widely spread—to strengthen his sense of belonging to Taixuan Sect. Otherwise, over time, he may feel that Taixuan Sect does nothing for him and simply leave.”

Ji Hantian nodded in agreement.

“I thought the same, Ancestor. I have already sent word to the Sect Master to ensure this story is spread far and wide!”

With the Nightshade Sect’s defeat, Taixuan Sect would surely rise in power—

"Throughout history, every great calamity has been followed by a sect's ascension!"

Ancestor Xuan Quan glanced toward the Nine Nether Path’s entrance in the distance.

“Go handle your matters. I will examine the entrance to the Nine Nether Path. It may hold a great fortune for Taixuan Sect.”

With those words, he vanished into thin air.

A few days later, in the Outer Sect City.

Gu An had come to visit Wu Jue, bringing fine wine and roasted chicken.

Upon seeing him, Wu Jue was thrilled, immediately pulling him inside.

Locking the door behind them, Wu Jue grinned excitedly.

"Brother Gu, what brings you here?"

It was the first time anyone had visited him. How could he not be happy?

“Just came to check on you, thought you might be bored.”

Truthfully, Gu An wanted to see if Wu Jue had gained any new insights—

Unfortunately, he hadn’t.

Gu An had hoped to witness another moment of enlightenment, watching Wu Jue surpass even Taixuan Sect’s most talented disciples.

For himself, comprehension was unnecessary—he could simply spend lifespan to advance.

Still, he continued studying the concept of enlightenment—not for himself, but to see if he could use it to extend the lifespans of those around him.

So far, however, true comprehension remained elusive.

As they sat down, Wu Jue poured the wine and suddenly remarked,

"Have you heard? The Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path single-handedly crushed the Nightshade Sect! It’s unbelievable! Even the strongest cultivators of the Nine Dynasties failed, yet he slew that demon with just two moves!"

Wu Jue excitedly recounted the story, his voice brimming with admiration.

The Sword Sovereign’s exploits had already spread throughout Taixuan Sect.

Even the Third Medicine Valley and Xuan Valley’s errand disciples were discussing it.

Gu An chuckled.

"Of course, I’ve heard. He’s truly amazing. I wonder what kind of person he is?"

They drank, talked, and quickly emptied the entire wine jar.

Wu Jue suddenly pulled out a manual.

"Brother Gu, this is a fist technique I bought with all my savings. Memorize it and practice it!"

Gu An instinctively refused.

“How could I accept this? No way!”

“Come on! You’re my only friend. Besides, knowing more combat techniques can only help you. The cultivation world is never peaceful for long.”

Seeing Wu Jue’s sincerity, Gu An reluctantly accepted and flipped through the book.

"Falling Sun Fist?"

After scanning it once, he memorized everything and handed it back.

Wu Jue was stunned.

“That fast? Did you not like it?”

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