Over the ocean, Divine Soul True Lord sat on a huge gourd, his arms crossed in front of his chest as the sea breeze blew his hair.
He closed his eyes, frowning deeply.
The more he thought, the angrier and more restless he became.
After this battle, the prestige of the Holy Land would surely plummet. How could he not be angry?
He just couldn’t judge Sword Venerable Fudao’s attitude towards the Seven Star Spiritual Realm.
For now, Sword Venerable Fudao did not seem hostile towards the Seven Star Spiritual Realm. The previous Lin Jingsian killed himself, and Ji Xuanling went to the Supreme Sect without incident.
This time was no different. Sword Venerable Fudao only pushed him back and did not strike a killing blow.
He couldn’t tell if Sword Venerable Fudao feared the Seven Star Spiritual Realm or had no killing intent from the start.
In fact, when the Evil Demon attacked the Wandering Immortal Realm, Divine Soul True Lord had sensed it but deliberately did not intervene.
He allowed the Lin Family Loose Immortal and disciples to be devoured by the Evil Demon to create a more terrifying image of the Evil Demon. The stronger the Evil Demon, the more prestige he would gain by exterminating it. Secondly, he wanted to use this opportunity to eliminate the Lin Family, thus removing the cause and effect of offending Sword Venerable Fudao.
Had he succeeded, the Seven Star Spiritual Realm would have maintained the prestige of the Holy Land while resolving any grudges with Sword Venerable Fudao, achieving a perfect outcome.
But things went wrong.
Sword Venerable Fudao acted ahead of schedule.
“It seems Sword Venerable Fudao is related to Xuan Tianyi. Could he be from the Starsea Congregations?” The more he thought about it, the more likely Divine Soul True Lord found this possibility.
Before Xuan Tianyi joined the Starsea Congregations, the Supreme Sect did not have such a great cultivator.
He speculated that Xuan Tianyi, knowing the demon disaster was imminent, had asked Sword Venerable Fudao for support in advance.
That’s right!
It must be so!
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Divine Soul True Lord had heard that Xuan Tianyi wrote a book entitled The Legend of Sword Venerable.
He raised his right hand and took out a token, hesitating for a moment before probing it with his divine sense.
Soon, he sensed a wave of divine sense from the token, and began to relay what had happened, along with his speculations.
After a while, his face turned grim as he was obviously reprimanded.
In the forest of Mystic Valley, Gu An silently pondered. Ever since Divine Soul True Lord had left, his divine sense had been following him, preventing any unforeseen events.
Seeing Divine Soul True Lord take out the token, Gu An could guess he was contacting someone more powerful from the Seven Star Spiritual Realm.
Once Divine Soul True Lord placed the token back into his storage ring, Gu An exhaled a long breath, his eyes growing cold.
Judging by his expression, Gu An hesitated.
The life span foresight could only determine whether others had ill intentions towards his true form, while the Nine Extremes Yin Yang Body could conceal his true form and obscure karmic calculations unless the other person linked Sword Venerable Fudao directly to his true form and harbored enmity.
The Mountain God’s little figure had resembled Gu An’s true form closely, without any divine skills to cloak it, which was why he could sense it. And the Hateful Heaven Ancestor had discovered him directly through sword intent.
After thirty minutes, Divine Soul True Lord landed on an island. As he entered a cave, Gu An sensed a restriction and stopped following.
Just remember this island!
Gu An stood up and walked back to Mystic Valley.
The disciples in the valley were still excitedly discussing the sky illusion they had witnessed earlier, the image of Sword Venerable Fudao deeply ingraining in their minds. They also believed that the entity confronting Divine Soul True Lord was indeed Sword Venerable Fudao.
Gu An joined them, chatting for a while.
The impact of this battle was even greater than when Sword Venerable Fudao killed the Demon Ancestor, not only because peace prevailed after defeating the Evil Demon, but also because it involved the Holy Land.
When Gu An returned to the Third Medicine Valley, the disciples were gathered noisily, like in a busy market.
Lu Lingjun, who had been waiting for him, pulled him into a pavilion, excitedly talking about Sword Venerable Fudao.
Seeing her admire Sword Venerable Fudao so much filled Gu An with satisfaction. He had to feign excitement and reciprocate the emotional value.
For the next month, the Supreme Sect was in constant uproar, everyone full of excitement, various news spreading wildly within the sect.
Gu An went to the Outer Gate City twice, each time staying for two ancient hours, listening to the disciples on the streets praise Sword Venerable Fudao.
It was worth noting that within this month, Gu An noticed more cultivators arriving from the sea, some even in the Realm of Immortal Path, spreading throughout the Immortal Cultivation World, gathering intelligence on the Seven Star Spiritual Realm and Sword Venerable Fudao.
Gu An suspected they might be from another great power.
He thought of Hateful Heaven Ancestor’s foes from the Starsea Congregations. The Starsea Congregations was a colossal power at sea. At least in Hateful Heaven Ancestor’s mind, the Starsea Congregations were on par with the Seven Star Spiritual Realm.
Could the Starsea Congregations be preparing to strike at the Seven Star Spiritual Realm?
Although Gu An let his imagination run wild, he remained calm, continuing his peaceful farming life. After all, no one knew that he was Sword Venerable Fudao.
After the winter snow fell, the cultivators who had fought the Evil Demon began returning to the Supreme Sect.
It was worth mentioning that Li Ya and Zhang Buku also returned.
Sensing their auras flying towards Mystic Valley, Gu An awaited them in advance.
The two still shared the North Sea Heavy Sword. Zhang Buku, looking at the forest covered in snow, appeared nervous.
He was returning to the Medicine Valley where his father used to live, eager to see Martial Uncle Gu again.
The more Zhang Buku thought about it, the more nervous he became. Li Ya reminded him not to mention their injuries to Gu An and to speak based on Gu An’s reactions.
Zhang Buku felt helpless but could only agree.
After a short while, Li Ya and Zhang Buku flew into Mystic Valley.
Their arrival drew the attention of the servant disciples.
“Senior Brother Li!” Lu Jiujia walked over excitedly, full of surprise.
Of all those who had left Mystic Valley, who was the most formidable? Naturally, it was Li Ya!
Despite losing miserably to An Hao and missing the Golden List because of it, Li Ya’s strength had earned the Supreme Sect’s recognition, making him Mystic Valley’s pride.
Li Ya looked at Lu Jiujia, knowing he was Gu An’s junior brother. He nodded slightly and said, “I am here to see your senior brother.”
Before Lu Jiujia could reply, a voice floated down from the pavilion:
“Senior Brother Li. Buku. Come up.”
Hearing Gu An’s voice, Zhang Buku became excited.
Li Ya glanced at him and then led him upstairs.
Watching Li Ya’s confident back, Lu Jiujia’s eyes were full of envy. Li Ya lived the life he desired.
Soon, Li Ya and Zhang Buku reached the upper floor and entered the room. Zhang Buku, seeing Gu An, became so excited that he knelt down immediately.
Li Ya hurriedly closed the door in fright. If word got out about his closest brother kneeling to his junior brother, it would be a scandal.
“What are you doing? Get up quickly!” Gu An, sitting at the desk, said helplessly.
Li Ya immediately pulled Zhang Buku up, glaring at him for losing face!
Zhang Buku ignored Li Ya and looked at Gu An with a silly grin.
Gu An gestured for them to sit and then got up to pour them tea.
“Senior Brother Li, how have you been these years?” Gu An asked warmly.
Li Ya immediately started boasting about his encounters and his progress in cultivation.
Throughout the conversation, Zhang Buku hesitated to speak.
Gu An placed two cups of tea before them; Zhang Buku wanted to stand and bow, but Gu An stopped him with a look.
Seeing Gu An’s one glance making Zhang Buku obedient, Li Ya felt a pang of jealousy amidst his storytelling.
“By the way, Junior Brother Gu, when did you descend the mountain without telling me? If I had known you were visiting Senior Brother Zhang, I definitely would have gone too.” Li Ya suddenly recalled, asking sternly.
Gu An rolled his eyes at him and said, “At that time, Buku was still a minor. Could you have come with me? You were focused on proving yourself.”
Li Ya heard this and gave an embarrassed smile.
His relationship with Zhang Chunqiu was average. Even if he had free time, he wouldn’t have gone unless Gu An insisted.
Gu An turned to Zhang Buku and asked, “How has it been following Senior Brother Li? Any injuries?”
Zhang Buku was about to speak when Li Ya interrupted: “How could you get injured following me? These years, we’ve been a great team, having everything we wanted, and our cultivation has advanced rapidly.”
Seeing this, Zhang Buku could only nod.
Then Li Ya shifted the topic to Sword Venerable Fudao, instantly changing the subject. Zhang Buku, who admired Sword Venerable Fudao, couldn’t stop talking.
Gu An smiled at them, occasionally chiming in.
Did Li Ya really take him for the Primordial Ancestor?
The proud look on his face made Gu An want to laugh.
As for Zhang Buku, although excited, he wasn’t as exaggerated as Li Ya.
Hearing Gu An praise Sword Venerable Fudao made Li Ya feel greatly satisfied.
He wanted to tell Gu An that Sword Venerable Fudao was their Li Family Primordial Ancestor!
But recalling the Primordial Ancestor’s instructions, he could only hold back.
He hadn’t encountered the Primordial Ancestor in a long time. What was the Primordial Ancestor doing?
Was he busy teaching An Hao?
On the way back, Li Ya had communicated with An Hao, and compared to An Hao’s progress, his achievements over the years were negligible.
Once again, he felt sour.
The Primordial Ancestor favored An Hao for his talent, but guided him out of blood and kinship.
Gu An didn’t know what Li Ya was thinking but felt his mood suddenly drop.
He didn’t want to inquire and took the chance to focus on Zhang Buku, feeling slightly irritated by Li Ya’s hogging of the conversation earlier.
Bullying my nephew?
“I’m fine. Brother Li treats me well, really.” One sentence from Zhang Buku caused Li Ya’s blood pressure to soar.
Gu An, smirking, asked, “Brother Li?”
“Yes, we are sworn brothers, promising to live and die together!” Zhang Buku said stoutly. He could help Li Ya hide some things, but not let him gain seniority!
Li Ya’s expression turned awkward.
His gaze fell on the paper in front of Gu An. Seizing the moment, he picked it up and asked abruptly, “Junior Brother Gu, what are you writing?”
Gu An smiled and replied, “A book called Journey to the West.”
“Journey to the West? Never heard of it.”
“Just started writing it.”
“Alright then, I wish you to become a famed writer like Pan An.”
Li Ya skimmed a few lines before putting it back, mainly using it to divert the conversation. He didn’t really care about Journey to the West.
Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?
What nonsense!
This book seemed boring at first glance.