Broken Sea Domain!
Inside An Xin’s house, Gu An sat at the table, lost in thought.
Why hadn’t they set up the domain before?
If it was for the sake of guarding against the Great Cold Demon Sect, it was hardly necessary—after all, the Great Cold Demon Sect was no different from being disbanded.
Gu An felt that the other party had come specifically for him, especially since the Great Cold Demon Sect had a Holy King standing behind them.
He could see a large number of cultivators building a floating island in the sky at the edge of the Sea Breaking Rift.
He watched for a while before withdrawing his gaze and looking back at An Xin.
At the moment, An Xin was immersed in Path Enlightenment, and with Gu An’s help, she had also entered that state and had been there for several ancient hours.
Gu An kept checking An Xin’s life span limit.
Finally, An Xin’s life span limit began to grow, albeit weakly, but it was indeed increasing.
Gu An stared intently at An Xin, probing everything within her body.
Soon, he caught a glimpse of that mysterious force more complicated than causality, just like the situation with Ye Lan before.
As the life span limit increased, this mysterious force began to separate from her body.
It seemed likely that all beings were bound by this force, and increasing the life span limit would weaken it.
Could this be fate?
Gu An fell into contemplation.
Even Divine Monarchs with powerful divine thoughts could not see through the force that manipulated the lives of all beings.
Regardless, having started to be able to catch it was a good beginning.
Afterward, Gu An got up and left.
After all, this was the Third Medicine Valley, and it wasn’t appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room, especially with their mentor-disciple relationship.
Moreover, in Medicine Valley, with him around, no one could disturb An Xin’s Path Enlightenment.
The night passed.
The next morning, An Xin walked out of her house and followed the disciples in their exercises. She felt somewhat dazed, looking around her; she could feel that the world had changed.
From afar, Gu An saw her life span limit had grown to three hundred years; she hadn’t yet released her cultivation level suppression, and the Primordial Reincarnation Skill could still increase her life span limit.
Gu An didn’t greet An Xin, pretending to know nothing about it.
In the following days, the establishment of the Broken Sea Domain and the renaming of the continent became hot topics among all.
As summer approached,
Gu An was teaching Yang Jian cultivation in the woods, aware of Lu Xianyi watching in secret, but unconcerned.
As long as Lu Xianyi didn’t become hostile to him.
Lu Xianyi, sitting above the clouds, looked down thoughtfully.
“This person’s cultivation isn’t very impressive, but he’s very talented at teaching disciples. Could it be that he really encountered an Immortal in a dream?” Lu Xianyi wondered curiously.
He had joined the Supreme Sect and even entered the Hall of Elders, aware of Gu An’s identity as an author. Beyond that, he could only confirm Gu An was indeed only over two hundred years old, as many could attest, so he didn’t feel wary of Gu An.
Even if Gu An was the reincarnation of a great power, he posed no threat to a divinity of the Nine Layers of the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal Realm!
Because of this, Lu Xianyi’s curiosity about Gu An was even greater than his expectations for Yang Jian.
“That’s enough for today,”
Gu An said. Hearing this, Yang Jian stopped his movements and saluted Gu An with a fist.
Today, Gu An imparted a great deal of combat experience; with memories of Long Zhan’s battles, Gu An’s combat experience had surpassed most in the world. A single afternoon had benefitted Yang Jian immensely.
On the way back to the valley, Yang Jian was very excited; he had not expected his master’s close combat abilities to be so extraordinary.
“A genius has returned today. I’ll take you to see him later.”
Gu An mentioned casually, noting Lu Xianyi, seeing their training conclude, left—not to leave the Supreme Sect, but to play chess.
“A genius? Who? That Wu Jue, Uncle-Master?” Yang Jian asked curiously.
Wu Jue had visited Gu An years before, and Yang Jian had only seen him from afar, learning afterward of Wu Jue’s famed reputation.
“Not him; you’ll know later,” Gu An said mysteriously, piquing Yang Jian’s curiosity further.
When the master and disciple returned to Medicine Valley, they heard other disciples discussing.
“An Hao is here? Really?”
“True, An Xin, our Sister Apprentice, is actually An Hao’s sister! They both have the same last name; could they be blood siblings?”
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“No, they’re just from the same village and once had the same master, who later renamed them.”
“My goodness! An Hao is so handsome, almost like an Immortal.”
“Haha, always the romantic, aren’t you? The Supreme Sect has seen so many geniuses over the years, yet those great figures still think An Hao is the greatest genius the Supreme Sect has ever had.”
Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly, his fists clenched unconsciously.
It was An Hao!
He glanced at Gu An covertly, noticing no reaction, and so he suppressed the excitement in his heart.
His current cultivation had already reached the Ninth Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm, a result of focusing on his physical cultivation.
He wanted to be acknowledged as the number one genius too!
He had also suspected that An Hao was that mysterious senior disciple; today, he hoped to unravel the mystery.
Gu An led him to An Xin’s courtyard.
Gu An noticed Stealing the Five Elements and Lu Xianyi observing An Hao with their divine senses. An Hao, with the vast gulf in their realms, was unaware.
The Nine-Finger Divine Lord didn’t come today, and Shen Xinzi was immersed in studying the Journey to the West under a tree, much like Zuo Yijian in his absorption.
Gu An looked at the imposing An Hao and was very pleased; the current An Hao had already reached the Eighth Layer of the Unification Realm, still cultivating at an impressive speed.
Yang Jian was a major realm behind him, not yet comparable, but once they entered the Immortal Path Realm, the gap would be trivial.
When master and disciple arrived outside An Xin’s courtyard, she turned around, smiling, and then pulled An Hao out of the house.
An Hao stood tall, head crowned with an imposing Golden Dragon Crown, dressed in a waist-bound white robe with sleeves long like flowing clouds. His handsome face bore sharp, proud brows, and just standing there, he possessed a lofty spirit that commanded the world, without losing the transcendent demeanor of a cultivator.
Compared to him, Yang Jian seemed ordinary. Usually, Yang Jian stood out among his fellow disciples, but next to An Hao, he was easily overlooked.
“Sister, over the years, Master has been extremely kind to me. I haven’t suffered at all,” An Xin said happily.
An Hao stood in front of Gu An and suddenly didn’t know how to address him.
“Brother An Hao, have you forgotten me?” Gu An asked with a smile, his demeanor warm as the spring breeze, instantly easing An Hao’s awkwardness.
“How could I forget? We’ve been through life and death together. Thank you for taking care of my Sister over the years, which has eased many of my worries.”
An Hao smiled, then took out a brocade box to present to Gu An.
Gu An quickly declined, but under the joint persuasion of An Xin and An Hao, he could only reluctantly accept it—the box contained Eighth Rank medicinal herbs.
The young man was thoughtful.
An Hao’s gaze inevitably landed on Yang Jian, who had been unabashedly staring at him since earlier. How could he not have noticed?
Intuition told him Yang Jian was not simple.
He felt like he was facing Impermanence Tian; of course, while Yang Jian was far from as strong, An Hao suspected he might also possess an Ancient Treasure Body.
“Who is this?” An Hao asked proactively.
“My disciple, Yang Jian,” Gu An replied with a smile, finding the rivalry between the two disciples interesting.
“Yang Jian? True Lord Erlang?” An Hao laughed.
Yang Jian, serious, said, “I want to spar with you.”
He could see now that An Hao was definitely not the mysterious senior disciple, which diminished his awe for An Hao somewhat.
In his mind, only that senior brother could surpass him, as the master said his talent was stronger at the moment.
An Hao’s smile vanished as he began to size up Yang Jian.
An Xin wanted to interject but hesitated, looking at Gu An to find him smiling without interruption.
An Hao spoke, “You’re not strong enough, but I acknowledge your talent and courage. How about we agree to settle it at the Heaven List Tournament in the future? What do you think?”
Hearing this, Yang Jian felt it was reasonable. A duel like this should be witnessed by the world, so he nodded in agreement.
“Don’t forget to thank him; he’s been cultivating for many more years than you. He could easily pick on you, but instead, he’s willing to give you time to grow,” Gu An said.
At those words, Yang Jian immediately bowed to express his gratitude.
An Hao looked at Gu An in astonishment. That such a talent was so obedient?
Intuition told him that not even among the Star Sea Congregations could one find such a genius.
“You two keep talking; I won’t disturb you any longer.”
Gu An dropped these words and left with Yang Jian.
An Hao didn’t ponder any further and took An Xin back into the house.
Not far away, the Blood Prison Great Saint watched An Hao and inwardly marveled. This youth shouldn’t be underestimated—he seemed even stronger than Yang Jian.
Gu An returned alone to his loft and opened the brocade box, examining the medicinal herbs gifted by An Hao.
Not long after,
Ji Xiaoyu came to find him.
“That An Hao is rather remarkable; I’ve seen such a presence in my dreams, always dominating an entire realm,” Ji Xiaoyu remarked.
“You’re not bad yourself!” Gu An replied with a smile.
Among those he had encountered, below the state of Nirvana, those with a life span reaching nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine years were few: currently, only An Hao, Yang Jian, Blood Prison Great Saint, and Ji Xiaoyu.
Li Lingtian was short by a thousand years.
Ji Xiaoyu had not only great talent but also a significant background. For now, Gu An felt that An Hao’s foundation fell short of hers.
Of course, when it came to cultivation speed, An Hao was unrivaled.
Ji Xiaoyu sat down and asked, “Why is it that your Medicine Valley always attracts so many peerless geniuses and powerful cultivators?”
Gu An helplessly replied, “You’re asking me? But who am I to ask? Besides, they’re not coming for me.”
Ji Xiaoyu shook her head, “Even if not for you, you’ve established good karma with each one. You’re not simple, like the Great Fortune of Energy Movement I’ve seen in my dreams—not necessarily the strongest in talent, but always breaking through and stirring the winds of change in the world.”
Gu An blinked and asked, “What are you trying to say?”
Ji Xiaoyu took a deep breath, “I’m planning to go somewhere—a place with a great opportunity. Come with me!”
Hearing this, Gu An felt a headache. Many had said similar things to him.
“You go ahead; the Supreme Sect can’t be without me,” Gu An declined, to Ji Xiaoyu’s astonishment at his resolute refusal.