Over six million years old, a Free Immortal!
A life span of fifty million years!
The ultimate life span of one hundred million years!
Truly worthy of being the current lord of the Immortal Dynasty!
Gu An looked at Yang Xian Emperor and felt deeply moved as these numbers demonstrated the emperor’s formidable power.
Wu Jue continued to refer to himself as the Yang Xian Emperor, oblivious to the true Yang Xian Emperor approaching.
The Yang Xian Emperor, dressed in a purple robe with a handsome face, exuded a transcendent aura even without donning the golden robe and crown of an Immortal Emperor. His eyes were particularly bright and piercing, his brows hardly concealing his pride.
The arrogance nurtured over millions of years made him unforgettable at a glance.
The Yang Xian Emperor did not glance around the second floor, his gaze fixed directly on Gu An.
He walked towards Gu An, reaching Wu Jue’s side, and upon hearing the name “Yang Xian Emperor” mentioned, he remained unperturbed. Looking at Gu An, he extended his hand in greeting and said, “Daoist Friend, may I sit and chat with you?”
Gu An glanced at him and nodded slightly, following which the Yang Xian Emperor sat down.
Wu Jue observed the Yang Xian Emperor, sensing an extraordinary poise in him.
“Do you know each other?” Wu Jue curiously asked, aware of Gu An’s strong networking skills and friendships across the Supreme Sect, which he greatly admired.
Before displaying his talent, he had not one friend.
Gu An replied, “We do not know each other, but to meet is fate, is it not?”
Upon hearing this, the Yang Xian Emperor smiled and nodded in agreement.
Gu An waved his right hand, and a jug of wine rose up, settling gently in front of the Yang Xian Emperor.
“Drink this jug of wine, and see if you would like to be friends with us,” Gu An said nonchalantly.
Previously when Qiu Xi Immortal Lord had come to trouble him, even if not arranged by the Yang Xian Emperor, as the lord of the Immortal Dynasty, he couldn’t disassociate from the causal relations.
The Yang Xian Emperor narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.
Naturally, he wasn’t going to drink the wine, but Gu An’s intention was to constrain him.
Facing Gu An, he could only discern that Gu An’s cultivation level was in the Nascent Soul Realm, unable to spot any loopholes.
If Gu An truly was Sword Venerable Fudao, their gap in cultivation level was undoubtedly enormous.
He hesitated for a moment before opening the jug and lifting it, beginning to drink heartily.
Wu Jue looked skeptically between Gu An and the Yang Xian Emperor, witnessing for the first time Gu An putting someone in a difficult position.
Who is this person?
Could he be a scion of a family that had offended Gu An?
The Yang Xian Emperor drank swiftly, and once he set down the jug, Gu An picked up a new one and began drinking alone.
Seeing this, any trace of discomfort in the Yang Xian Emperor’s heart instantly dissipated, a smile appearing on his face.
Adversaries should resolve and not agitate conflicts.
He and Sword Venerable Fudao had no direct enmity; Qiu Xi Immortal Lord had acted rashly. Although this incident had cost him face, Sword Venerable’s power was enough for him to concede some face.
Though he was proud and considered his talent unparalleled in the world, he was only several million years old, and beings like Sword Venerable Fudao had likely lived tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years; he should yield some respect to his predecessor.
After finishing his drink, Gu An put down the jug and started making casual conversation with the Yang Xian Emperor. The two tactfully avoided revealing their true identities, acting as if genuinely curious about each other.
Wu Jue joined in, guided by Gu An, and they returned to discussing the Yang Xian Emperor. Find adventures on empire
Wu Jue admired the Yang Xian Emperor, who had faced interventions from the Holy Court during his Tribulation Crossing and had boldly initiated war. Perhaps it was a calculated move, but it was done openly, which he liked about the Yang Xian Emperor.
For some reason, Gu An felt like he was being scolded.
Little bastard, who says he isn’t straightforward and honorable?
The Yang Xian Emperor, however, was all smiles, finding Wu Jue more and more agreeable.
The three drank and chatted, growing familiar with one another, when Gu An sighed, “I feel like we were born in the wrong era. Why does it seem like our generation always faces endless tribulations?”
Wu Jue nodded, sharing the sentiment.
The Yang Xian Emperor said, “Every generation feels like this, remembering only the hardships. But such is life, continuously experiencing trials.”
He thought Sword Venerable Fudao was hinting at him and felt compelled to explain.
“With the Immortal Dynasty and Holy Court vying for power, the world seems embroiled in great turmoil, but in fact, friction between the two powers had always existed. To the major sects, the past might have seemed peaceful, but for the common people, every century brought various hardships. It is said ‘when immortals fight, mortals suffer,’ and the battles between Immortal Path cultivators also bring disasters to mortals. Our very reason for pursuing immortal cultivation is to withstand the incessant trials that follow,” the Yang Xian Emperor earnestly stated, clearly implying that the turmoil between the Immortal Dynasty and Holy Court affected the world’s structure, yet for ordinary beings, it’s just a change in who causes their sufferings.
Life is always filled with suffering, a common worldly norm.
Wu Jue felt this made sense, and remarked thoughtfully, “Who knows how long this tribulation will last? It always feels like it will be difficult to end within a hundred or even a thousand years.”
“Of course, because this Great Heaven and Earth is too vast, far beyond your imagination. In ancient times, when the Primordial Immortal King unified the Great Heaven and Earth, it took a million years. When the Holy Court rose and swept across the world, pushing back the Immortal Dynasty, it took three million years. The battles of Heaven and Earth are beyond mortal comprehension,” the Yang Xian Emperor replied, nodding.
This response made Wu Jue look at him quizzically.
This person seems very knowledgeable; what is his origin?
Suddenly, Gu An asked, “Do you think in the struggle between the Immortal Dynasty and Holy Court, they might both end up weakened, leading to a new ruling power in the Great Heaven and Earth?”
Yang Xian Emperor’s expression suddenly turned unnatural, and his gaze toward Gu An became complex.
Wu Jue frowned and said, “That’s not possible, right? Is there any other sect that can compare with them?”
“Now there isn’t, but what about in ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or a million years?” Gu An shook his head.
He paused, then added, “Besides, I’ve heard that strong beings always descend from Outer Heaven, and even Heavenly Demons reincarnate in the Mortal World. Couldn’t they be preparing their own forces?”
Wu Jue frowned, thinking there was reason in Gu An’s words.
Yang Xian Emperor’s complexion returned to normal; it turned out Sword Venerable Fudao was reminding him of threats from Outer Heaven. He was actually worried that Sword Venerable Fudao was going to support Supreme Sect.
In fact, without Gu An’s mention, he had always been worried — the Primordial Immortal King was the best example. Though a fallen spirit of the Immortal Dynasty, he knew nothing about it.
He even felt that there were unknown forces stirring within the Immortal Dynasty.
He couldn’t help but think back to those Immortal Spirits who had supported him in starting the war, each one of them seeming suspicious.
The storyteller’s voice continued to spread, but the trio’s conversation didn’t attract anyone else’s attention because the inn was filled with people boasting.
However, after drinking for nearly an hour, new guests arrived, recognized Gu An, and enthusiastically engaged him in conversation.
Since the battle initiated by the Primordial Immortal King, many knew of the close relationship between Gu An and Sword Venerable Fudao.
Yang Xian Emperor watched Gu An interacting with the lowly Cultivators and suddenly had a realization.
This man was terrifyingly strong, yet he could lower himself to mingle with mortals without them noticing a thing. His Daoist Heart was unfathomable.
Of course, he didn’t think much of this approach since he believed more in the supremacy of the strong.
The weak should merely serve as foils to the strong!
An hour later, Gu An and his companions left the inn, and Gu An invited Yang Xian Emperor to spend the Spring Festival in Third Medicine Valley. Yang Xian Emperor did not refuse; he also had more to discuss with Gu An.
Both returned to the Third Medicine Valley.
Upon arriving, Yang Xian Emperor’s gaze became complicated.
Divine Thought True Immortal!
Reincarnation Tribulation aura!
And mortals with strong Qi-Blood and not a trace of Spiritual Power!
He even saw two reincarnated Heavenly Demons!
Something was off about this valley!
The Third Medicine Valley was festively decorated; even Ji Xiaoyu and the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor, who rarely shunned cultivation, were playing chess with disciples everywhere.
The Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor turned his head toward Gu An; his pupils contracted sharply on seeing Yang Xian Emperor.
His first instinct was to flee, but then remembering Gu An’s strength, he reassured himself.
Gu An would protect him; there was no need to be afraid here!
Would Yang Xian Emperor dare oppose Sword Venerable Fudao?
That day, the aura of the Primordial Immortal King was overwhelmingly strong, yet he was reduced to ashes before Sword Venerable Fudao. From that day on, Gu An was regarded by the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor as the most powerful being in the Great Heavenly Spirit Land.
He even suspected Gu An was Shengtian!
Apart from Shengtian, who else in the Great Heavenly Spirit Land could be so powerful?
The Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor diverted his gaze and continued to play chess with the Nine-Finger Divine Lord, who was visibly upset and indecisive in his moves.
Gu An walked further into Medicine Valley, introducing the situation of the Third Medicine Valley to Yang Xian Emperor.
Yang Xian Emperor grew interested in the Third Medicine Valley. Subsequently, Gu An asked Long Qing to entertain Yang Xian Emperor. He had himself to meet Shen Zhen.
Shen Zhen was messing around in his bookshelf again!
Ever since learning about Gu An’s strength, Long Qing had taken very seriously any tasks given by Gu An—this was his chance to perform!
He was very enthusiastic with Yang Xian Emperor, who found him quite interesting as well.
Not sure why, Yang Xian Emperor felt that Long Qing seemed familiar, as if he had met him in a previous life. He guessed that he might have encountered Long Qing’s past life.
However, this was Sword Venerable Fudao’s territory, and Long Qing addressed him as master, so Yang Xian Emperor wouldn’t dare act recklessly.
As dusk approached, all disciples gathered in the loft area. Some sat drinking, others stood arm in arm, and yet others were sparring to enhance the festive mood, keeping the atmosphere lively.
Yang Xian Emperor’s attention was on Gu An. He saw Gu An surrounded by Shen Zhen, Zhen Qin, Ye Lan, Ji Xiaoyu, and An Xin, with Shen Zhen and Zhen Qin directly beside him, sparring verbally. Zhen Qin was nearly putting her feet on the table.
This gave Yang Xian Emperor a deeper understanding of Sword Venerable Fudao.
This man truly was a hidden hermit!
Ye Lan watched Zhen Qin verbally sparring with Shen Zhen, a smile on her face. Not that she found Zhen Qin’s actions appropriate, she simply enjoyed the atmosphere; it was different from the Sub-sect where people revered her, making her feel as though she had returned to Mystic Valley seven hundred years ago.
After so many years, how could recalling the original intentions not be wonderful?
Ji Xiaoyu watched Gu An intently; he could see the displeasure in her eyes.
What could he do?
Everyone insisted on coming to Third Medicine Valley to celebrate the festival with him; it was unstoppable!
At least Jiang Qiong was better, waiting for him in the Eight Scenic Caves, how good it was to interact privately?
More crowds always lead to trouble.