“Do you want to know how I met your ancestor An Hao?” Gu An looked at An Yuan with a smile and asked.
An Yuan felt uncomfortable, knowing his ancestor was still alive and very powerful. He was full of hostility towards An Hao and did not want to listen to anything about An Hao.
However, he could not afford to defy Gu An and had to nod in agreement.
“It was an internal strife within the Supreme Sect…”
Gu An looked ahead, his tone full of emotion; his voice had a compelling power, letting An Yuan vaguely see a certain scene.
It was a grand hall where Gu An met An Hao.
The one walking ahead, Si Yan’er, was also listening attentively, curious about An Hao’s experiences in the Supreme Sect.
An hour later, the group arrived at Mystic Valley, and Gu An asked Jiang Shi to help settle them.
At present, Lu Jiujia had already begun to delegate authority to Jiang Shi increasingly, among the disciples in the valley, Jiang Shi had the highest Cultivation Level and deepest seniority. The disciples all respected him.
In the depths of the night.
Inside the house, Si Yan’er sat opposite An Xin, taking out a blood-stained piece of paper left by An Hao, looking at it made An Xin’s heart ache for An Yuan.
On the way back, she had already learned about the plight of An Hao’s descendants and was quite indignant.
“I don’t know what this paper means, can you help me understand?” Si Yan’er asked nervously, also unclear about what she should do after arriving at the Supreme Sect.
An Xin saw the words “Supreme Sect” and knew that An Hao wanted his descendants to seek Gu An’s help in desperate times.
She pondered and asked, “What is your request?”
Hearing this, Si Yan’er felt hopeful and said, “I don’t expect much, I only hope to change the destiny of that boy An Yuan.”
An Xin thought for a moment and suggested, “Let’s keep An Yuan in Medicine Valley then. I will take care of him, and you can also stay and join the Supreme Sect, but you must not meet him.”
She knew Gu An’s character; being able to keep An Yuan was already good enough, she couldn’t keep the whole family in Medicine Valley, especially since the Supreme Sect was vast, and for someone of Si Yan’er’s Cultivation Level, joining was not difficult.
Upon hearing this, Si Yan’er immediately grabbed An Xin’s hand in gratitude.
She didn’t doubt An Xin’s words; An Xin was also a disciple of Sword Venerable Fudao and naturally could meet Sword Venerable Fudao.
“About my relationship with my master, do not speak to others about it,” An Xin said earnestly. “He does not wish to be disturbed, and I am just a disciple of Medicine Valley and do not want to be involved in troubles.”
After speaking, she suddenly realized why Gu An liked to say these words.
Not bad, quite a feeling!
Si Yan’er immediately promised not to divulge it.
For Si Yan’er, that night was one of relief, and for An Yuan, it was filled with hope.
…
As the moon set and the sun rose, in the early morning, An Yuan was drawn by the commotion in Medicine Valley. He stepped outside the house and saw nearly three hundred disciples practicing drills together; it was quite spectacular.
Si Yan’er was also watching from the side.
When the drills finished, she bid farewell to Gu An, preparing to leave since she had more than just An Yuan as a descendant.
“If life gets tough, bring your offspring and return,” Gu An said gently. “I still have some influence in the Supreme Sect and can help you sort things out.”
He would not deliberately aid those with whom he did not have a close karmic connection, but if someone came to him for help, he wouldn’t refuse.
Moreover, he foresaw that the family offended by the An Family would have further entanglements of gratitude and resentment, a long line of fate.
Si Yan’er hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement and thanked Gu An.
Watching her departing figure, Gu An thought about seeing her in the past as Sword Venerable Fudao, at that time she did not have this weathered air about her, lively and playful like Zhen Qin, and seemed like a joyous nemesis with An Hao.
Times and circumstances change.
Gu An mused, his gaze then shifting to An Yuan.
He probably understood why An Yuan had a short life span.
An Yuan’s ancestors had all died due to misfortune, especially in recent generations, dying ever so prematurely.
Everything was related to the heritage An Hao had received at the Holy Court.
Heavenly Dao heritage!
This made Gu An think of the Heaven Sect, which had also received the Heavenly Dao’s heritage and then had to abandon all emotions after gaining great power.
Could it be that the descendants and close friends of the Heaven Sect had all died due to misfortune?
Such a Heavenly Dao heritage was too malicious—why was it so?
Could it be that it intended to make the Heavenly Dao cultivators desireless and without emotional weaknesses?
Gu An did have a method to try, which was to sever the cause and effect between An Yuan and An Hao, making the two unrelated.
Looking at extremes in life span, An Yuan was also talented, just not as much as An Hao.
He wasn’t in a hurry to change An Yuan’s fate just yet, hoping to let the boy settle for two years first. His intention for revenge was too strong, highly resembling the early days of Su Han.
Days passed by one after another.
After joining the Mystic Valley, An Yuan received the cultivation techniques from Jiang Shi. Although he could not become strong quickly, he finally saw some hope.
One night, An Yuan had a heart-to-heart talk with Jiang Shi. The two had similar fates, both carrying deep-seated hatreds. The difference was that An Yuan was also trapped in destiny, which made Jiang Shi feel very sympathetic and decided to give him a hand.
Jiang Shi took An Yuan as his disciple and taught him all he knew. Gu An did not stop them, hoping they could redeem each other.
Until one afternoon at the end of autumn.
“I’ve decided!”
An Yuan suddenly stood up, his face firm as he looked towards the distant sky.
Sitting by his side, Jiang Shi looked at him in surprise, not knowing why the boy was so agitated.
The master and disciple were on a mountaintop, overlooking the magnificent landscape afar. An Yuan, with great ambition, shouted loudly, “I want to surpass An Hao! From now on, I’m not called An Yuan; my name is An Shengtian!”
Boom—
Thunder rumbled in the distant clouds as if the heavens were responding to him.
Jiang Shi looked at An Shengtian, feeling a shiver in his spirit from an unprecedented aura radiating from him.
He had never met An Hao, but had heard of his legend. That was a cultivator said to have the highest talent!
This boy’s ambition…
A smile appeared on Jiang Shi’s face. He was about to speak when a loud voice echoed between heaven and earth:
“The strongest man in the Broken Sea Domain, Holy Sword of the Holy Court, show yourself. If you do not appear, I will suppress all living beings in Broken Sea Domain with one palm!”
The voice was immensely domineering and filled with oppression, startling An Shengtian and Jiang Shi as they looked up, both opening their mouths in disbelief.
Above, the dark clouds churned, and an immensely majestic figure appeared on the horizon, full-body obscured, only a golden breastplate visible, which was larger than any mountain between heaven and earth.
It was as if a demon god from beyond the world was peering at the mortal spirits within!
The sense of oppression chilled An Shengtian and Jiang Shi down to their spines.
Not just them—the entire Taicang Continent, the entire Broken Sea Domain, all living beings who saw that majestic figure felt fear.
What kind of existence was this?
Could it be an immortal?
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At the Third Medicine Valley, Gu An walked downstairs, and Ji Xiaoyu also stepped outside, looking at the figure on the horizon, her brows furrowed.
“Where are you going?” Ji Xiaoyu called out to Gu An.
“I’m going to see Mystic Valley, worried about the disciples!” Gu An replied over his shoulder, then quickly walked toward the Transmission Array Platform.
