When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 354: The Real Immortal

Chapter 354 The Real Immortal

The Next Morning.

Gu An rode the Blood Prison Grand Sage into the Outer Sect City. It had been months since his last visit, but today he sensed the presence of an old friend, so he decided to wander around a bit.

He didn’t go looking for that friend directly—just strolled casually through the city.

Nowadays, more and more people greeted him. He couldn’t help but wonder: A thousand years from now, will the Taixuan Sect be filled with my disciples?

Tut tut… I wonder how many more years I’ll have to coast before becoming a Supreme Elder.

Having reached the Core Formation Stage, the Blood Prison Grand Sage radiated an even more intimidating aura. His shoulders stood over two meters high, and every step sent his blood-red fur rippling, catching the attention of passing disciples who couldn’t help but turn their heads.

“Master,” the Blood Prison Grand Sage suddenly asked, “why can’t Long Qing generate spiritual power? But at the same time, his physical strength is growing crazy fast.”

Gu An didn’t care who on the street overheard. He casually replied,

“Maybe there’s more to it than meets the eye.”

Hearing that, the Blood Prison Grand Sage became even more convinced of his guess. He cautiously asked,

“He’s not like me… is he?”

“Mhm.”

Gu An’s answer confirmed it.

I knew it!

No wonder even Shen Xinzi couldn’t figure it out—it was the master’s doing!

But why would Master seal Long Qing’s cultivation?

That kid really is something else. Even with his powers sealed, he’s physically growing this fast. Could it be… his talent’s even scarier than Yang Jian’s?

Master always finds these absolute monsters.

Or maybe—maybe it's not just finding them. Maybe they become monsters after he works his magic. Just like An Xin—her perception and talent get better with every passing day. frёeωebɳovel.com

The Blood Prison Grand Sage silently mulled it over, marveling at how unfathomable his master’s cultivation really was.

After a while, he carried Gu An to the front of the Heavenly Mending Platform.

As always, the platform was crowded with people—buzzing with life.

Gu An’s eyes landed on someone—someone concealing cultivation at the seventh level of the Free Soaring Immortal Stage.

It was Zhang Xianwang from the Immortal Dynasty!

Back during the Heavenly Rankings Tournament, Zhang Xianwang had come representing the Immortal Dynasty to recruit the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path, and that was when he’d first met Gu An.

Zhang Xianwang had also crossed paths with Tianzong. Now that so many years had passed and Tianzong had already passed away—Gu An wondered how Zhang Xianwang would feel when he heard the news.

Gu An dismounted and stepped onto the Heavenly Mending Platform.

“Brat, long time no see!”

A figure suddenly bumped shoulders with Gu An—it was Gu Yu.

Back in the day, Gu An had written his very first hot-blooded novel, Taixuan Immortal Venerable, using the names of Gu Yu and his father Gu Zong as characters. The novel had spread their names across the world, and Gu An and Gu Yu had become close friends. Among all the young prodigies like Li Ya and Wu Jue, the ones Gu An was closest with were Gu Yu and Zuo Lin.

Gu An gave him a look and said with a snort,

“Didn’t we just see each other the year before last?”

Gu Yu still looked as youthful as ever. He widened his eyes and exclaimed dramatically,

“So we’re just casual acquaintances now, huh? Two years without contact and you don’t even miss me?”

“Of course not. Every time I see you, you try to rope me into writing something.”

“Oh, come on! I’m not that shallow. By the way, have you heard about Li Ya lately? He inherited the legacy of the Three Pure Mountains—unbelievable, right? I heard he’s already a Profound Mind Realm Grandmaster…”

Gu Yu started rambling about Li Ya, a mixture of awe and emotion in his voice.

He had now become one of those “shocked bystanders” characters in the very novel he once starred in.

That was the difference between fiction and reality. In the book, he had been the brilliant protagonist. In real life, all he could do was marvel at his peers.

Gu An sighed along with him, full of admiration and respect for Li Ya.

Just then, Zhang Xianwang walked over.

Clad in white robes and brimming with immortal aura, he naturally drew attention—even on the Heavenly Mending Platform.

“Little Brother Gu An, long time no see,” Zhang Xianwang greeted with a warm laugh.

Gu An turned to him, delighted.

“Daoist Zhang! What brings you here? When did you arrive?”

He left Gu Yu behind and strode over enthusiastically.

It had been years. Zhang Xianwang had been wondering whether that young man with the Dao pattern on his forehead was doing well.

Gu Yu sized up Zhang Xianwang, guessing this guy must be immensely powerful.

These days, Gu Yu had reached the Nascent Soul Stage, and his eye for cultivation was far better than it used to be.

After some quick small talk, Gu An introduced Gu Yu, though Zhang Xianwang didn’t show much interest—just offered a polite nod.

“Let’s find somewhere to talk,” Zhang Xianwang said to Gu An.

Gu An had no choice but to bid Gu Yu goodbye and follow Zhang Xianwang away.

Watching them go, Gu Yu muttered under his breath,

“What kind of physique does that guy have? Or is it his fortune? Why do all the top figures keep gathering around him?”

At the Third Medicine Valley, plenty of Grandmaster Cultivators had already congregated. Some were there to play Go, others drawn by Nine-Fingered Divine Lord or Shen Xinzi. Even the Elder Hall had started paying attention to Gu An. But with Lü Baitian backing him, no one dared disturb him.

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A while later.

Gu An followed Zhang Xianwang to an inn, and the two took a window seat on the third floor. At the moment, they were the only ones dining there.

Zhang Xianwang asked about Gu An’s life these past few years, and Gu An started talking about his daily routine.

It was a simple life, but Zhang Xianwang listened with real interest.

He’d once told Gu An—anyone with a Dao pattern on their forehead would eventually be recruited. He hadn’t expected Gu An to still be living so humbly.

Yet somehow, when Gu An spoke about his daily life, it made even the mundane sound fascinating.

When Gu An mentioned how the Ox Demon King could never catch the White Spirit Mouse, Zhang Xianwang couldn’t help laughing.

After the waiter brought their food and drinks, Zhang Xianwang’s expression turned serious.

“To tell you the truth… I’m from the Immortal Dynasty.”

Gu An froze.

“Immortal Dynasty? Which one?”

“It’s far from here,” Zhang Xianwang began. “There’s a continent at what you folks call the Edge of the World. On that land, beings are born at the Nirvana Stage, with lifespans starting in the ten-thousands…”

As Zhang Xianwang described the Immortal Dynasty, Gu An listened in stunned silence.

After explaining the basics, Zhang Xianwang looked straight at him and asked,

“Do you want to join the Immortal Dynasty? I can help you reach the Nirvana Stage.”

Gu An swallowed hard.

“You’re saying I’ll definitely make it? Can I bring others with me?”

Zhang Xianwang shot him a glare.

“I’m only interested in you. You think we just let anyone into the Immortal Dynasty? Don’t get your hopes up.”

Gu An was visibly disappointed.

Zhang Xianwang found it both frustrating and amusing. His eyes softened with genuine admiration.

He asked,

“Do you believe true immortals and gods exist?”

“Of course,” Gu An replied. “Our land has mountain gods, and I’ve heard about the Holy Court overseas.”

Zhang Xianwang scoffed.

“The Holy Court? That’s no court of gods or immortals. I’m talking about real immortals—like the ones in Journey to the West. The Immortal Dynasty has always sought out true immortality. And let me tell you—we’ve already found it. We’re clearing the path for the true Immortals, so they may descend upon this realm.”

His face lit up with awe as he spoke.

True immortals?

Gu An nervously asked,

“Where… where are they?”

Zhang Xianwang raised his hand and pointed upward.

“Join us. Otherwise, you’ll disappear along with the filth of this mortal world.”

The Outer Heavens…?

Gu An suddenly believed him. Even if they weren’t actual immortals—they had to be powerful enough to make the Immortal Dynasty stand against the Holy Court.

But he was already a Third-Rank Heavenly Saint Sword of the Holy Court—how could he just switch sides?

Then again, he’d always been forced into all kinds of roles...

And from what Zhang Xianwang implied—was the Immortal Dynasty planning to destroy the world?