“You think you’re Sword Venerable Fudao? The Sect can’t go on without you?” Ji Xiaoyu couldn’t help but say, her angry glare was actually quite charming.
Gu An thought as much, but said, “Making contributions, does it really have to be divided by Cultivation Levels? Guarding the Sect outside is merit, as is guarding Medicine Valley. I cultivate medicinal herbs for the Supreme Sect with all my might, isn’t that also a laborious and meritorious deed?”
Ji Xiaoyu tried to calm her emotions and began to speak of the great advantage of that opportunity.
Despite Ji Xiaoyu’s persuasion, Gu An just wouldn’t agree, which infuriated her.
Another person was just as infuriated, and that was An Hao. No matter how he persuaded, An Xin simply refused to follow him to the Star Sea Congregations.
That day, Ji Xiaoyu left the Third Medicine Valley.
Less than an hour after her departure, An Hao also stormed off, though he was not leaving the Supreme Sect; he still needed to return to the Main City of Sect to have a talk with the higher-ups.
Dusk descended.
Gu An and An Xin stood in front of the wooden railings, their shadows elongating with the setting sun.
Gu An, admiring the desolate beauty of the sunset, softly asked, “Don’t you regret it?”
An Xin turned her head, looked at Gu An’s profile, and asked, “Master, do you have any regrets?”
“Ha-ha, we’re different. Ji Xiaoyu has the Ji Family behind her, but An Hao only has you,” Gu An shook his head with a bitter smile.
An Xin looked to the horizon and said, “He has more than just me, and his heart holds the entire Mortal World. He’s long since not the senior brother I knew. I can’t be the stumbling block in his path.”
For some reason, Gu An suddenly felt the impulse to focus on cultivating An Xin.
It would be interesting to have An Xin surpass An Hao.
Unfortunately, for now he could only contemplate it, as reversing the gap between the two was not so easy.
The master and disciple began to discuss matters overseas, imagining how powerful the Star Sea Congregations were and how awe-inspiring the Sea Breaking Rift would be.
In life, one always wishes to see the whole world, to measure mountains and rivers.
…
Above the Sea of Clouds, Blood Prison Great Saint carried Gu An as they flew, feeling the vibrant Spiritual Energy of the region, and couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
“Master, where exactly is this place?” Blood Prison Great Saint couldn’t resist asking.
Gu An replied, “Another sect I’ve joined; you must not reveal this to anyone, including Jian’er.”
Upon hearing this, Blood Prison Great Saint’s body shivered, feeling a surge of excitement rush to the top of his skull, unable to contain his exhilaration.
A secret only he knew?
Perfect!
Didn’t this mean he had surpassed Yang Jian in the heart of his master?
Serves that kid right for wanting to go out and make a name for himself.
Blood Prison Great Saint thought gleefully. Since meeting An Hao, Yang Jian had been practicing even harder, saying that in the future he wanted to go out and make a name even more renowned than An Hao’s.
That kid really didn’t understand the heart of the master.
The master with his unfathomable Dao Level was a hermit in the bustling world, clearly disliking the high-profile life!
Yang Jian was truly drifting away.
Gu An could feel Blood Prison Great Saint’s excitement, his bovine body trembling as if this fellow was simply overwhelmed by the rare opportunity to travel far.
This place was none other than Mortal World Peak.
Gu An disliked the slow pace of Blood Prison Great Saint and used his Divine Thought to help speed him up.
After they entered the peaks of the Mortal World Peak, Blood Prison Great Saint looked around curiously, his bovine eyes wide open, as if a countryman had entered the city for the first time.
And so, they arrived at Dingtian Peak.
Ever since Gu An extinguished Mo Hen the old man, Dingtian Peak had seen a surge in popularity, with an increase in the number of disciples, and students coming and going from all directions.
Blood Prison Great Saint could feel the aura of those along the way and was secretly shocked—how did it feel like any random person was stronger than he was before the seal?
Gu An, leading him, went all the way to the mountain top.
Your journey continues at empire
As soon as they landed, Zhu Xinglan appeared, bowing respectfully towards Gu An.
Blood Prison Great Saint sized up Zhu Xinglan with curious eyes.
“Master, a mysterious cave was discovered within Dingtian Peak, containing powerful Restrictions. Would you like to take a look?” Zhu Xinglan asked.
Upon hearing this, Gu An nodded and asked him to lead the way.
Along the way, Zhu Xinglan briefed him on the cave at the foot of the mountain, nearly submerged under the sea surface, discovered by two disciples during a Combat practice.
Zhu Xinglan suspected it was related to the previous insurrection, which had been a while ago, but according to him, terrible demons had emerged at that time, nearly destroying Dingtian Peak to the ground, to the extent that the Peak Master had fallen.
Gu An couldn’t help but think of Mo Hen the old man.
Considering Chengtian Peak was a better choice, but Mo Hen the old man chose Dingtian Peak—could it be because of that cave?
Blood Prison Great Saint was even more excited, not expecting to encounter something so thrilling upon arrival.
They flew downward and quickly reached the entrance of the cave, where two Wandering Immortals stood guard. Upon seeing Gu An, they quickly stood up and saluted.
Gu An nodded, then asked Blood Prison Great Saint to follow Zhu Xinglan into the cave.
With Zhu Xinglan leading the way, he could not help but wonder why his master was riding a mere mortal ox.
Such a fortunate ox head!
Gu An had just entered the cave and felt a subtle aura.
Hmm?
The aura of a Heavenly Demon?
He asked, “Has this been reported to the Main Peak?”
Zhu Xinglan shook his head, “No, the Main Peak’s master has been in seclusion, and Mortal World Peak has always managed its own affairs.”
He paused, then added, “You are the Peak Master. As long as you do not abdicate, everything about Dingtian Peak is yours.”
These words made Gu An feel comfortable in his heart, and he became increasingly satisfied with Zhu Xinglan.
The guy was simply the perfect Hu Xiaojian, so easy to use.
Bypassing the long cave tunnel, they arrived at a spacious chamber. Gu An could sense the thick space Restriction here, almost like an Exotic World’s dimension, making the place look extremely vast.
The chamber wasn’t too dark, floating with countless bright lights, like fireflies, which were actually Spiritual Energy condensed into form.
They stood on an Array Platform, where a Stone Pillar stood erect, pitch-black, with a rough surface, reflecting a cold light.
Gu An got off Blood Prison Great Saint’s back and approached the stone pillar.
With his hand on the Stone Pillar, a powerful force erupted, startling Zhu Xinglan into immediately deploying his Mana to defend, not forgetting to protect Blood Prison Great Saint.
Zhu Xinglan’s eyes widened as he saw Gu An’s hand actually penetrate the Stone Pillar, the point of contact glowing eerily as if it were the mouth of an Exotic World.
A gale followed from that mysterious mouth, the wind black as midnight, like countless sinister Dao Patterns, sending shivers down the spine of both Zhu Xinglan and Blood Prison Great Saint.
Gu An withdrew his hand, holding a Soul in his grasp—a Soul Body of an old man, about as large as a baby. He was held by Gu An, unable to break free, his face full of fear.
[Dark Soul Ancestor (Divine Immortal of Wondrous Dharma Realm Level Three): 1209894/1300000/1900000]
Gu An looked at the other’s age and raised an eyebrow.
Zhu Xinglan couldn’t help but caution, “Master, be careful!”
Gu An’s right hand clenched, and the Dark Soul Ancestor disintegrated.
Zhu Xinglan, seeing this, sighed in relief and asked, “Master, what realm was he at?”
He could feel that the Dark Soul Ancestor was very sinister, but what realm he was from, he couldn’t tell.