Chapter 291 Do you want to join the Great Cold Demon Sect?
Gu An stayed at Hu Xiaojianâs residence for an hour. After he left, Hu Xiaojian was overjoyed, his face beaming with excitement.
The senior had given him so many instructionsâthere was no way he would abandon Seekerâs Island so easily. He hadnât been deceived.
Besides, what reason would the senior have to lie to him?
He was just a small cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage. If the senior didnât want to take him along, one glare would be enough to silence him.
Meanwhile.
Gu An returned to Taixuan Sect, walking into the Third Medicine Valley while pondering which Roving Immortal he could enlist as a helper.
Roving Immortals werenât like ordinary cultivatorsâthey werenât so easy to control.
Nine-Fingered Divine Lord wouldnât doâGu An was afraid of exposing himself, especially since Nine-Fingered Divine Lord had been to Seekerâs Island.
Shen Xinzi and Qie Wuxing werenât reliable either.
But Gu An wasnât in a hurry. He still had time. If he really couldnât find anyone suitable, he could always use the
Mortal Jade
to summon someone from Mortal Peak to send a Roving Immortal to Seekerâs Island as his assistant.
After all, he was now the peak master of Mortal Peak, and Mortal Peak was no weaker than the Grand Cold Demon Sect. In terms of foundation, it was even stronger.
The Grand Cold Demon Sect had to do the Holy Courtâs dirty work to survive. Mortal Peak, on the other hand, could hold official positions within the Holy Court. Over the long years, Mortal Peak had supplied countless immortals to the Holy Court. Gu An was certain that Mortal Peak wouldnât fear the Grand Cold Demon Sect.
Of course, Mortal Peak wouldnât go against the Grand Cold Demon Sect eitherâunless there were enough benefits to make it worth offending them and the Saint King behind them.
Thinking about this, Gu An sighed.
No matter how high oneâs cultivation realm was, one could never escape the web of relationships and obligations.
Only those powerful enough to disregard the entire Immortal Dao could act with absolute freedom.
The web of karma in this world was too intricate. The fates of all beings were intertwined. Even the weakest existence, when traced along the lines of karma, would be connected to immensely powerful figures.
Gu An glanced around the Medicine Valley but didnât see Nine-Fingered Divine Lord or Qie Wuxing. However, Shen Xinzi was there, deeply engrossed in
Journey to the West.
Gu An couldnât understand why Shen Xinzi was so obsessed with that book. He had a feeling that Shen Xinzi was becoming more distant from the Bitter Sea Buddhist Sect. He hadnât even heard him mention Buddhism in a long time.
Gu An didnât disturb him and instead walked toward his own pavilion.
Rather than worrying about worldly affairs, he was more interested in deciding what book to read next.
After all, history was full of strange and fascinating stories.
Lately, Gu An had taken a liking to reading historical records.
Five years later.
Now 210 years old, Gu An was in Xuan Valley, training while checking his status panel. He was only 600,000 years away from reaching 20 million years of lifespan.
Unlike others who focused on their cultivation realm, Gu An found greater satisfaction in watching his lifespan increase.
To him, lifespan wasnât just longevityâit was his cultivation!
After finishing his morning exercise, Lu Jiu Jia approached him with questions about cultivating the
Innate Reincarnation Technique.
Since removing his cultivation restriction, Lu Jiu Jiaâs maximum lifespan had increased to 410 years. In response, Gu An had taught him a more advanced version of the
Innate Reincarnation Technique.
Lu Jiu Jia was diligent in his training, but even after all these years, he still had many doubts about the technique.
Gu An patiently explained, and within a few words, Lu Jiu Jia had an epiphany, his face lighting up with excitement.
From the
Innate Reincarnation Technique
, he was certainâhis senior brother was no ordinary cultivator. It was clear that Gu An was also cultivating this technique, and with his access to far more medicinal resources, his mastery must have been far beyond his own.
After the explanation, Gu An turned to leave. Lu Jiu Jia didnât follow but stood there, savoring his words.
Gu An entered the forest and made his way into the
Eight Views Celestial Realm.
At this point,
Eight Views Celestial Realm
was no longer a secret that needed to be kept. Lu Jiu Jia already knew about the hidden cave dwelling beneath Xuan Valley.
In fact, he always paid extra attention to any disciples entering the mountains, wary of anyone who might try to sneak into his senior brotherâs cave.
Xuan Valley had never lacked spies.
Upon entering the
Eight Views Celestial Realm
, Gu An first harvested some mature medicinal herbs before instructing his
Gu Corpse
to sow new seeds.
Jiang Qiongâs
Ten Thousand Gu Mystical Art
had already borne fruit. While the
Gu Corpse
couldnât drain herbs of their lifespan, it could certainly plant them without issue.
Gu An lay down beneath the Spirit Tree. Two vines quickly wrapped around his shoulders, massaging them gently.
The Spirit Tree had gained sentience, though it wasnât much of a talker. Gu An didnât mind. In fact, he enjoyed the quiet life in
Eight Views Celestial Realm.
After spending so much time in the Medicine Valley, the occasional solitude here was a welcome change.
He planned to stay the nightâbecause someone would be coming.
Adjusting himself into a comfortable position, he pulled out a history book he had bought from Seekerâs Island and began reading. It chronicled the rise and fall of a great power.
Time passed quickly.
Late into the night, footsteps echoed down the cave passage.
Gu An didnât move. He didnât even glance in that direction.
Soon, a figure appeared before him, accompanied by a faint fragrance.
Hands on her hips, she wore an exquisite purple robe adorned with jade beads on her belt. Her long hair was casually tied back with two wooden hairpins, partially covering her ears. Her breathtaking face bore a faint, mischievous smile, and her bright eyes gleamed playfully.
Gu An looked up at her, giving her a once-over before smiling.
"Itâs been years. Why do you look younger? Practicing some forbidden technique?"
The woman before him was none other than Jiang Qiong, the one who had created the
Eight Views Celestial Realm.
Her sect, Gathering Flower Sect, was now one of the top-ranked sects in the continentâs cultivation world, even collaborating with Taixuan Sect. Of course, its overall strength was still far from Taixuan Sectâs level.
Jiang Qiong rolled her eyes. "What nonsense. Your masterâs master was always young."
She kicked off her shoes, standing barefoot on the grass.
Stretching lazily, she sighed. "Itâs still comfortable here. Even after so many years, it still feels like home."
Gu An stood up, grinning. "I still have that coffin you used before. Want to take a nap in it?"
"Looking for a beating?"
Jiang Qiong raised her hand, ready to smack him, but Gu An quickly dodged.
She huffed, then asked, "Brat, are you feeling nervous lately?"
Gu An raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"
"That
Lifetaking Immortal
from the Grand Cold Demon Sect is threatening to wipe out all living beings. How could you not be nervous? Youâre the most afraid of death."
"Ah, that. Sure, Iâm nervous. But whatâs the use? If the sky falls, itâs you big shots whoâll hold it up."
Gu An spread his hands. Jiang Qiong chuckledâthis brat was still as carefree as ever.
She took a step closer and whispered, "Want to join the Grand Cold Demon Sect?"
Gu Anâs expression turned odd.
He rarely checked on Jiang Qiong, only using his divine sense occasionally to ensure she was safe. He hadnât expected her to have dealings with the Grand Cold Demon Sect.
How had she managed that?
Curious, Gu An began tracing her karmic ties. At the same time, he asked, "You know people from the Grand Cold Demon Sect?"
As he peered into her past, countless karmic images flooded his mind.
And suddenly, he understood.