With the passing of summer and the arrival of autumn, the Third Medicine Valley gradually became tinged with yellow.
Yang Jian came before the Blood Prison Great Saint, respectfully presenting a platter filled with flowers and fruits.
The Blood Prison Great Saint lay on the ground and gave him a casual glance. “Is it washed clean?” he asked indifferently.
Yang Jian quickly nodded and whispered, “I washed it three times.”
The Blood Prison Great Saint lowered his head to sniff, then said, “Not bad. Keep it up, you may go now.”
Yang Jian stood up, bowed, and then retreated.
Ever since Gu An approved his name, he had been more driven than the other disciples. Not only was he busy with chores in the valley, but he also served the Blood Prison Great Saint and the White Spirit Rat diligently. His industriousness made the other servant disciples feel disdainful, so they gradually began to distance themselves from him.
Despite this, he did not feel embarrassed but was instead full of anticipation.
He knew full well that with his average talent, if he only did what the other disciples did, he would at most earn a single Foundation Establishment Pill.
He believed that even if he reached Foundation Establishment, it wouldn’t change his fate. There were many Foundation Establishment Realm disciples in the Outer Sect who still remained at the bottom.
But if he could gain the favor of the Valley Master, that would be entirely different!
Lacking aptitude and connections, Gu An represented the greatest opportunity in Yang Jian’s eyes.
He didn’t know how to go about pleasing Gu An deliberately, so he used his spare time to take care of Gu An’s mounts and spirit pets.
Yang Jian stood at the wooden fence, looking out over the vast expanse of the Medicine Valley’s garden. He wiped the sweat from his face, filled with hopes for the future.
Being able to join such a medicine valley was already very fortunate!
Next, he needed to seize this fortune!
…
Days went by one after another.
In late autumn, someone came to visit Gu An. It was Wu Jue, whom he hadn’t seen in many years.
Wu Jue, visiting the Third Medicine Valley for the first time, was amazed by its grandeur.
“I’m looking for Gu An,” Wu Jue said, grabbing a person. Coincidentally, that person was Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was sweeping the ground and couldn’t help but ask, “May I ask for your name, senior? What is your relationship with the Valley Master?”
“My name is Wu Jue. Gu An and I are brothers. I’ve been away for many years and came here specifically to see him today,” Wu Jue replied.
Hearing this, Yang Jian dared not be careless. He asked Wu Jue to wait for a moment and ran all the way to Xiaochuan to report the matter, asking Xiaochuan to make the decision.
Xiaochuan then went to Gu An’s pavilion and relayed the story at the door.
In fact, Gu An had already sensed Wu Jue’s arrival, but since Wu Jue had now cultivated the Energy Concealing Sorcery, it was hard for him to detect directly. So he waited for his disciples to report it to him.
“Bring him over,” came Gu An’s voice from inside the room.
Xiaochuan immediately called out to Yang Jian, sending the waiting Yang Jian downstairs on an errand.
Just as Yang Jian turned around, Wu Jue suddenly rushed past like a gust of wind, startling him so much that he widened his eyes.
He stood there dumbfounded, watching Wu Jue leave a trail of afterimages as he swiftly went upstairs. Even Xiaochuan, who was upstairs, had his hair blown around and stood frozen in place.
Wu Jue pushed open the door, saw Gu An, and smiled, turning around to close the door behind him.
Xiaochuan came to his senses and turned to descend the stairs.
Yang Jian was still stunned. It wasn’t until Xiaochuan beckoned to him that he finally snapped out of it.
He didn’t inquire about Wu Jue’s identity, but in his heart, a great determination ignited.
He also wanted to become a great cultivator like Wu Jue!
On the other side.
Inside the room, Gu An poured tea for Wu Jue and listened to him recount his experiences over the years.
After sitting down and adjusting his mindset, he used Life Span Detection on Wu Jue as if he were about to open a blind box.
[Wu Jue (Nascent Soul Realm, Level Eight): 124/890/7600]
So many years had passed, but Wu Jue’s maximum lifespan had not increased, indicating that he hadn’t made any breakthroughs in Path Enlightenment for decades.
Gu An felt a bit disappointed; he had hoped that Wu Jue could continue his Path Enlightenment indefinitely.
Of course, with Wu Jue’s current talent and status, reaching the Nirvana Realm before the age of seven thousand six hundred wouldn’t be difficult.
However, Gu An thought it a pity that Wu Jue wouldn’t reach the ultimate lifespan limit of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years.
Wu Jue didn’t notice any change in Gu An’s expression and continued to talk excitedly about his experiences over the years.
Gu An listened attentively. The timid boy from back then had now grown to be a capable individual. Hearing him now also made Gu An feel somewhat emotional.
After a long time.
Wu Jue began to speak about his troubles.
“The Emperor treats me very well and has tried hard to win me over, but my master also treats me exceptionally, training me without reservation. Now, the Zhou Family behind my master is not only in conflict with the Taicang Dynasty but is also challenging the Supreme Sect…”
Wu Jue spoke with a face full of anguish. He had embarked on the Immortal Cultivation Path at the Supreme Sect, so he had deep feelings for it. When the Zhou Family left the Supreme Sect, it made things difficult for him. Hence, he chose to serve Li Xuandao to avoid the disputes. But now, with the Zhou Family supporting the Great Jiang Dynasty, a three-way war was imminent, and he faced another decision.
This time, he had returned to seek Gu An’s opinion.
After hearing this, Gu An also felt troubled. Repaying a debt of gratitude was always the hardest.
He pondered for a moment and then asked, “Who do you think is the most important?”
Wu Jue was silent for a moment before he replied, “In my heart, the Supreme Sect is definitely the most important. Whether it is my master or the emperor, they chose me only after I had grown up. Without the Supreme Sect, I wouldn’t have met them.”
He raised his eyes to look at Gu An, his gaze gradually becoming resolute.
Gu An smiled and said, “Since you can make a choice, I won’t say more. Regardless of your decision, I will support you.”
Wu Jue felt a smile spread across his face and sighed, “I have to consider how to face them in the future.”
“It’s simple. Don’t become their enemy. Support the Supreme Sect unilaterally. There are many ways to repay them; you don’t have to follow orders blindly,” Gu An reassured him.
Wu Jue nodded, then took out various treasures from his storage bag, placing them on the table.
“This is the Demon Extermination Elixir, which can prevent the birth of inner demons.”
“This is the Sleeve Gold Sword Array. Though small, it can form a large sword array once infused with spiritual power.”
“This is the Substitute Mouth Cricket. It’s of no practical use but can speak for you and serve as entertainment.”
“And this, Top-Grade Dharma Artifact Mist Cloud Boots, allows you to create clouds under your feet and soar through the skies. It was a reward from the emperor for slaying the enemy’s general.”
Wu Jue introduced the treasures one by one; there were eight in total, each with different uses.
After he finished speaking, Gu An pretended to decline, but Wu Jue insisted, saying he had received many elixirs from Gu An in the past and had to pay him back.
After several refusals, Wu Jue glared and said, “Are we not brothers? You must accept these, or we can’t be brothers anymore!”
Gu An had no choice but to agree reluctantly.
“Next time you visit, don’t bring so many things. I don’t need them, and our bond can’t be measured by treasures,” Gu An said seriously.
He genuinely didn’t want them and hoped Wu Jue wouldn’t go to so much trouble.
Wu Jue waved his hand and said, “I don’t care. When I see good things, I think of you. Since you don’t venture out and only focus on cultivation, I’ll find you all the magic artifacts and secret books you need.”
Gu An smiled and didn’t continue the topic.
It wasn’t until dusk that Wu Jue left, having made up his mind to choose the Supreme Sect. He intended to see the Sect Leader next.
Gu An stood on the balcony, watching the direction in which Wu Jue departed.
The sunset was beautiful, even nearing twilight.
Gu An saw Yang Jian staring blankly in the direction Wu Jue had gone.
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In the future, if Yang Jian became famous and even surpassed Wu Jue, would Wu Jue remember that the minor cultivator who led the way for him today was the renowned Yang Jian?
Gu An found the thought amusing, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He noticed that he was developing a mischievous habit of imagining the astonishment of those around him.
…
In the blink of an eye, five more years passed.
During these five years, An Hao broke through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, and Wu Jue reached the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, on the verge of a breakthrough.
Since Wu Jue had decided to stay in the Supreme Sect, he hadn’t left the Supreme Sect. After expressing his intentions to Lv Baitian, Lv Baitian was very pleased and began investing substantial resources in him, creating momentum for him. Now, Wu Jue was one of the top three talents in the Supreme Sect, holding the position of a True Disciple.
One hundred twenty-seven-year-old Gu An had a lifespan nearing sixteen million four hundred thousand years, still far from the billion mark, but he hadn’t harvested the high-rank medical herbs from the Outer World Cave yet. He was eagerly looking forward to those high-rank medical herbs.
Throughout these years, Gu An occasionally went to Immortal Seeking Island to buy high-rank medical herbs. The number of seventh-order medicinal herbs planted in the Outer World Cave had exceeded one hundred thousand, and the number of eighth-order medicinal herbs surpassed ten thousand. Once all these herbs matured, harvesting them would significantly extend his lifespan.
On this day, Gu An had just returned from Immortal Seeking Island.
He walked into the Third Medicine Valley with a slight frown.
Recently, more and more Loose Immortals had been eyeing him, so he needed to consider purchasing medicinal herbs from other islands.
The price of a single seventh-order medicinal herb was astronomical. Gu An’s extensive purchases at Immortal Seeking Island had made him one of their top ten clients, naturally drawing envy.
As Gu An passed by the Blood Prison Great Saint, he saw Yang Jian standing nearby, washing the Blood Prison Great Saint.
He said, “Don’t spoil him. He spends his days lazing around, only knowing how to eat and sleep.”
Yang Jian quickly responded, “It’s fine. I don’t have anything to do anyway.”
Gu An said no more and quickly went upstairs.
The Blood Prison Great Saint, thinking he had upset Gu An, quietly said, “Yang Jian, come here.”
Hearing this, Yang Jian hurried over and squatted in front of him.
“Come find me at midnight tonight. I’ll teach you a spell,” the Blood Prison Great Saint said mysteriously.
Yang Jian’s expression became strange. “There’s no need. I’m not taking care of you for any benefit,” he said.
What he desired was Gu An’s favor!
What kind of spell could a Bull Demon teach him?
“I don’t care. You must come!” the Blood Prison Great Saint demanded, and Yang Jian had no choice but to agree.
He stood up and left, glancing towards the pavilion where Gu An resided.
If only it were his master teaching him a spell instead.
Inside the room.
After sitting down, Gu An spread his divine sense, looking towards the ocean trench to the east.
This great trench had ceased to extend but still existed across the ocean, frequently drawing great cultivators to observe.
Gu An sensed the presence of an entity surpassing the Wandering Immortal Realm flying above the ocean trench. The individual displayed their aura recklessly, drawing many divine senses to probe.