Chapter 349: Heading to Taichu

Chapter 349 Heading to Taichu

Hearing Gu An’s words, Li Ya didn’t overthink it, nor did he ask who Long Qing was. He simply began recounting his experiences over the years.

Gu An listened intently. Occasionally, he glanced at Li Ya, but he didn’t stare. With the Divine Anomaly Spirit present, Gu An could rest easy. If there were any danger even the Divine Anomaly City couldn’t withstand, the spirit would alert him immediately.

After leaving the Thunder Sea Demonic Domain, Li Ya had roamed far and wide. He occasionally encountered Grandmasters who had their eyes on Divine Anomaly City, but he always managed to escape. Unless someone from the Celestial Ascension Stage made a move, it was near impossible to take Divine Anomaly City from him.

Even those at the Celestial Ascension Stage wouldn’t attack lightly when they saw him wielding a Pseudo-Supreme Immortal Treasure so openly. Everything about Li Ya screamed “backed by someone powerful”—and who would dare provoke someone like that?

The stronger one’s cultivation, the further one could see. Even if they couldn’t perceive Gu An’s karmic ties through Divine Anomaly City, they could tell Li Ya wasn’t ordinary.

Being able to control such a treasure before reaching Nirvana Stage meant he had to have a powerful patron—perhaps even hidden within the city itself.

Over the years, Li Ya had encountered many fortuitous opportunities. His cultivation had grown rapidly, and now he had reached the Third Level of the Integration Stage.

Over three hundred years old and already in the Integration Stage—such a prodigy would be among the very best in the Severed Sea Region.

Gu An couldn’t help but marvel at how impressive Xuantian Yi was.

Even now, Li Ya’s cultivation speed was still slightly slower than Xuantian Yi’s. And unlike Li Ya, Xuantian Yi didn’t even have a pseudo-immortal treasure to aid him.

Setting An Hao aside, Xuantian Yi was undoubtedly the greatest genius the Taixuan Sect had ever produced.

The craziest part? Xuantian Yi wrote books!

From Adventures of the Green Hero, it was clear that Xuantian Yi often traveled and cultivated through real experience—not just absorbing spiritual energy.

Could he have reached Enlightenment as well? Gu An wondered.

Maybe absorbing spiritual energy was the most basic and low-tier method of cultivation—perhaps greater paths existed beyond it.

Of course, it was just a thought. In his current path of cultivation through Lifespan Reincarnation, Gu An could only absorb energy and burn lifespan.

So, as Li Ya spoke, Gu An listened while quietly pondering the future of his cultivation path.

Suddenly—

The door burst open.

Long Qing stumbled inside, clearly startled. He quickly picked himself up, but before he could bolt, Gu An called out to him.

“Come in and greet your Martial Uncle.”

Long Qing’s eyes lit up with surprise. He immediately stepped forward and bowed to Li Ya.

“Martial Uncle,” he said earnestly.

Li Ya studied him with a smile, then turned back to Gu An and asked, “This kid is…?”

“I brought him back from outside. He had just been born at the time,” Gu An replied casually.

Li Ya instantly understood—this child wasn’t like the other disciples.

He pulled out a dagger from his storage pouch and handed it to Long Qing with a grin. “Consider this a gift. It’s a magic artifact—but don’t mess with it before you’ve started cultivating.”

“Thank you, Martial Uncle!”

Long Qing’s face beamed with joy as he played with the dagger, clearly delighted.

Li Ya looked at Gu An and chuckled, “I gotta say, he kinda looks like you.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“No, seriously. If you hadn’t told me, I’d have thought he was your son.”

Gu An suddenly paused. Wait… would someone look like me through Lifespan Reincarnation?

Thinking back, Lu Han did resemble him a bit after his face was restored. As for the previous three lifetimes, Gu An hadn’t paid much attention to his appearance—he just remembered being quite handsome.

“Maybe it’s because I raised him. He picked up a bit of my looks,” Gu An said offhandedly.

Long Qing’s eyes dimmed slightly. Deep down, he had been hoping Gu An was his real father.

Gu An waved him over to sit and listen to Li Ya’s stories.

With Long Qing joining in, the atmosphere became even more lively.

By evening, Li Ya finally took his leave—but not before gifting Gu An a huge bundle of medicinal herb seeds.

Gu An didn’t walk him out. Instead, he turned to Long Qing and asked what he’d been up to the last few days—why had he been so quiet?

Long Qing stammered, trying hard to explain himself.

—

Meanwhile…

Li Ya had gone downstairs and made his way over to Shen Xinzi. He cupped his fists respectfully and asked, “Senior, why are you here?”

Something felt different this time. The Taixuan Sect had changed a lot. Everywhere he went, he ran into cultivators whose cultivation he couldn’t see through.

Even here in Medicine Valley, he sensed people he couldn’t comprehend.

The growth rate of the Taixuan Sect seemed to outpace even his own. Of course, he wasn’t shocked—just contemplative. After all, his ancestor was still in the sect.

Compared to his ancestor, everything he’d been through these past years was just minor training.

Shen Xinzi, still holding a copy of Taixuan Immortal Venerable, looked up and said, “This place is fated for me. I plan to stay here for a few centuries—to focus on Enlightenment.”

Li Ya clearly remembered Shen Xinzi’s strength back in the Divine Anomaly Realm. With someone like that here, Gu An would undoubtedly be safer.

He smiled, chatted briefly, and then took his leave.

As Shen Xinzi watched his back, he suddenly called out, “Your fortune feels off. A destined tribulation is approaching.”

Li Ya looked back and smiled, nodding—but didn’t respond. He leapt into the air and flew off on his sword.

—

About the time it takes to burn an incense stick later…

Gu An came downstairs with Long Qing, who quickly ran ahead. Gu An, on the other hand, saw Ji Xuanyu step out of her room.

“That man earlier—you’d better keep your distance from him. I sense a fated calamity coming his way,” Ji Xuanyu said.

Gu An frowned. “What kind of calamity?”

He’d actually sensed something earlier.

Li Ya had the Holy Court’s fortune—not just a trace, but full integration.

Gu An suspected he had already accepted a Fortune Rank from the Holy Court. He tried to peer into Li Ya’s past, but couldn’t see how or why he gained it. The Holy Court’s fortune was so thick, even a Divine Soul Immortal like Gu An couldn’t fully penetrate it.

“I’m not sure,” Ji Xuanyu shook her head. “But my cultivation method lets me sense people’s fate and fortune.”

She had experienced so many dreams—not just glimpses of past lives, but inheritances of techniques, divine abilities, and spells.

Now she was already at the Eighth Level of the Transformation Stage—an astonishing cultivation speed!

“It’s fine. He’s a lucky man. He’ll make it through,” Gu An said earnestly.

Ji Xuanyu’s gaze shifted slightly at his words.

“The moon should be lovely tonight. Care to enjoy it with me?” Gu An asked with a grin.

Ji Xuanyu hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod.

—

Divine Anomaly Realm

The Lord of Divine Anomalies and the Divine Anomaly Wraith Kings stood by the shore, watching the raging ocean waves.

A lone figure floated above the crashing surf, shirtless, fists clenched, white hair drenched with seawater. He was gasping for breath.

Zhang Bukui!

“I did it… I really did it…”

His face was lit with exhilaration.

He turned to look far into the distance—and locked eyes with the Lord of Divine Anomalies.

The lord smiled faintly and nodded.

BOOM!

A wave exploded, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Bukui appeared in front of the lord, stunning the nearby Wraith Kings.

So fast!

Qie Wuxing was secretly stunned. He’d watched Zhang Bukui grow over the years, and his comprehension was only getting stronger.

Given time, this boy would surely become world-famous.

The Lord of Divine Anomalies looked at him and said, “You’ve now completed the strongest Ancient Treasure Body. It’s time to set out.”

“Master, where exactly do you want me to go?” Zhang Bukui asked.

The lord replied gravely, “To another Great Realm.”

“Great Realm?”

Zhang Bukui was confused. Around him, the Wraith Kings all had different reactions, lost in memories.

The lord continued, “The realm you were in before is called the Heavenly Spirit Great Realm. The Severed Sea Region is just a tiny part of a vast universe. Beyond it lie countless other realms just as vast, each beyond your imagination. The Divine Anomaly Realm drifts between them, and it draws power from the Oblivion Domain beyond the stars.”

“As for the Oblivion Domain, you’ll need to explore it yourself. What you should know is that the Divine Anomaly Realm can lead to different Great Realms. But they are dangerous—our options are limited.”

Zhang Bukui frowned. He thought of Uncle Gu, of Li Ya. He didn’t want to leave.

Gritting his teeth, he asked, “If I go… can I come back?”

The lord smiled. “Of course. The dark clouds above us have dispersed. But the Heavenly Spirit Great Realm is now under the Holy Court’s control. We can’t expand here anymore, so we’re sending you somewhere with less order.”

Zhang Bukui sighed with relief and quickly asked where he was being sent.

“To the Primordial Realm. It has no absolute order. It’s a place where someone like you can truly grow. But you must be cautious—it’s full of Immortal Clans, endless opportunities, and even more danger.”

Zhang Bukui nodded, excitement in his eyes.

One of the Wraith Kings asked, “Are we going too?”

The lord nodded. “Only one Wraith King will stay behind to maintain contact with the Heavenly Spirit Great Realm.”

“I’ll stay!” Qie Wuxing said immediately.

All eyes turned to him.

The lord gave him a long look, and Qie Wuxing lowered his head, not daring to meet it.

“Very well. You’ll stay,” the lord declared.

Qie Wuxing beamed and bowed deeply.

—

Snow fell thick and fast.

A figure approached the valley entrance of the Third Medicine Valley, armor-covered and dusted in snow. His steps were slow but steady.

Under the helmet was an old face. His eyes, cloudy with age, showed a flicker of change as he looked toward the valley entrance.

“Who are you?”

A woman’s voice rang out.

An Xin approached, carrying a bamboo basket.

The armored man turned—and was stunned by her presence.

She wore a white dress, her bare feet leaving no prints in the snow. She had an ethereal air, like a celestial maiden who could ascend to the heavens at any moment.

He clasped his fists and said, “I am Ye Yan. May I ask—is Gu An still the Valley Master of the Third Medicine Valley?”

An Xin nodded slightly. “You know my master? If so, I can take you to see him.”

Ye Yan smiled, emotion flickering in his eyes. “I still remember him… He was my master, too. I wonder… does he still remember me?”