Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses - Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Can Sword Venerable Fudao Withstand Mahayana Power?

Along with the mysterious voice echoing between heaven and earth, the azure door boomed open, and a giant hand stretched out, grabbing the escaping Great Cultivator of the Void Crossing Realm from a distance.

The Great Cultivator of the Void Crossing Realm was almost scared to death. He struggled desperately but could not break free. He even tried to let his Primordial Spirit emerge from his body but found in despair that his Primordial Spirit couldn’t leave.

“You… who are you?”

The Great Cultivator of the Void Crossing Realm shouted in fear.

The mysterious giant hand suddenly squeezed, crushing him into a mist of blood. His Primordial Spirit and Golden Core were completely annihilated, no longer existing.

The other cultivators in the Divinity Transformation Realm fled in panic, but the mysterious giant hand did not strike again and just slowly withdrew into the azure door.

Under the night sky, the wind was still raging.

Sage Xuan Miao’s aura began to dissipate, and the azure door above his head vanished along with it.

“Pfft—”

Sage Xuan Miao spat out a mouthful of reversed blood, and his entire state rapidly became lethargic. He continued to cultivate energy to regulate his breath.

Far away in the Mystic Heaven Cave Mansion, Gu An played with his teacup, his face showing a look of curiosity.

The mysterious giant hand just now was definitely of the Mystic Heart Realm and above the Fifth Layer.

No wonder Sage Xuan Miao dared to come alone to the Golden List Conference. He had a method to summon help.

Gu An was very interested in this Divine Skill.

This Divine Skill was not only imposing but also protected the younger generation. Even he, this Sword Venerable Fudao, was tempted.

At the same time, he was also full of curiosity about the Three Pure Ones Mountain.

The Three Pure Ones Mountain actually hid a Great Power above the Fifth Layer of the Mystic Heart Realm. Although it was not in the Mahayana Realm, it was enough to surprise Gu An.

The land of the Nine Dynasties certainly hid countless talents!

No wonder the Ephemera Sect previously only dared to wreak havoc in the Taicang Dynasty instead of sweeping across the Nine Dynasties directly.

Gu An heard from Ye Lan that the disciple count of the Three Pure Ones Mountain was not high, barely over a thousand people, yet such a small number was enough to make it the first sect of the Chentang Dynasty, which showed how many Great Cultivators were in the Three Pure Ones Mountain.

The Chentang Dynasty was also not simple. The dynasty was named Chentang because the previous Tiantang Dynasty once nearly unified the land of the Nine Dynasties. Later, the Emperor committed deeds that enraged both heaven and humans, causing heaven to send down a great rain that flooded the entire dynasty, leading to a power shift within the dynasty.

The Chentang Dynasty had the most lakes, and the majority of its cities and sects were on islands. Although the great rain drowned an entire dynasty, it also caused the spiritual energy of the Chentang Dynasty to surge, being shrouded in spirit mist all year round.

Among the Nine Dynasties, the Chentang Dynasty was the most mysterious and had the most legends. Many people believed that Immortals were hidden among the islands of the Chentang Dynasty.

Gu An retracted his gaze. Although he was very interested in Sage Xuan Miao’s Divine Skill, he was too lazy to make acquaintances or stir up trouble.

Only being superior to the opponent by one major realm prevented Gu An from being complacent.

Be cautious in development, don’t be reckless!

A thousand years later, how many levels above the Nine Dynasties would he be?

He was looking forward to it!

…

Dark clouds covered the sky. On the ground, mountains undulated, and each piece of forest seemed like a gathering of demons and ghosts. A gigantic palace nestled between two mountains, with red pillars and bloody eaves, appeared so terrifying.

Inside the grand hall, a group of black-robed individuals knelt on the ground; some were humans, some demons, and some soul bodies.

The man kneeling at the front wore a mask, making it impossible to see his true face. He said, “Sect Hierarch, the combined forces of the Nine Dynasties have entered the Nine Nether Road, affecting our grand plan. Should we retreat, or continue to lie low?”

His voice was hoarse, and as he spoke, ghostly air exuded from under his mask.

On the steps in front of him stood a burly figure draped in a large black robe, with a blood dragon coiled on the robe, baring its fangs and claws, as if ready to leap out at any moment.

His white hair gently swayed, and he wore a crown of bones, with two slender, extremely sharp horns that glinted coldly atop it.

He was the Sect Hierarch of the main lineage of the Ephemera Sect, named Butcher Immortal Jing!

Butcher Immortal Jing slowly turned around, revealing a pale and indifferent face. His pupils were blood-red, and there were two evil ghosts marked on his forehead. The two evil ghosts shared one body, which was pitch-black and had sharp claws, making people shiver.

“The Nine Dynasties, laughable. They actually dare to step into the Nine Nether Road. They are courting death.”

Butcher Immortal Jing said coldly, a gust of cold wind blowing into the hall, causing the robes of all the followers to flutter.

A black-robed follower with a white tiger head spoke, “Each of the Nine Dynasties has Great Cultivators in the Mystic Heart Realm, and the Supreme Sect’s Sword Venerable Fudao is even more unfathomable. It’s unlikely we can annex the Nine Dynasties before the demon catastrophe.”

Another soul body in black robes followed up, “Our sect’s Golden Spirit Venerable and Night Cultivator Fairy both died at the hands of Sword Venerable Fudao. He is the biggest obstacle to our annexation of the Nine Dynasties. His cultivation is at least above the Fifth Layer of the Mystic Heart Realm, and it’s very likely he has reached the Eighth Floor.”

Rumble——

The deep sound of thunder came from outside the hall, as if some fierce beast was roaring.

“Humph, Mystic Heart Realm Eighth Floor? Then tell me, can Sword Venerable Fudao withstand the Mahayana Power?”

Butcher Immortal Jing said contemptuously, his white hair fluttering, and the blood light in his eyes flashed fiercely.

Mahayana Power!

The masked man at the front responded, “There has been no Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation in the land of the Nine Dynasties for nearly ten thousand years. Naturally, he is not your opponent. But if you take action, will it affect your healing?”

“Who asked you all to be so incompetent. Prepare to gather the followers. Once they are assembled, follow me to sweep across the land of the Nine Dynasties, and remember to bring the Origin Tree of Ephemera!” Butcher Immortal Jing said expressionlessly.

These words caused an uproar in the hall.

“Sect Hierarch, you wouldn’t intend to directly…” The masked man’s hoarse voice revealed a nervous emotion.

“My decision is made, you may leave.”

Butcher Immortal Jing waved his sleeve and walked into the darkness.

The followers of the Ephemera Sect in the hall looked at each other.

…

It was another night. Gu An once again arrived at the Mystic Heaven Cave Mansion. It had already been half a month since his last visit.

He first picked medicinal herbs, then planted seeds. After doing all this, as usual, he didn’t leave in a hurry but planned to stay alone here for half the night, enjoying the tranquility.

He walked to the old tree next to the wooden house and jumped onto the hammock he wove half a month ago. He twisted his body and chose a comfortable position to lie down.

“Comfortable…”

Gu An revealed a satisfied smile, took out a travelogue, and started browsing.

Recently, he had gone to the Inner Sect and bought many travelogues, one to pass the time, and two to see if there were any places better suited for breakthroughs than the North Sea Mountain.

The cave mansion was quiet, and from time to time, fish sprang out of the underground lake, with their movements echoing in the cave mansion, creating a unique atmosphere.

He read until the latter half of the night before putting the travelogue down and spreading out his Divine Sense to see if there was any movement in the North Sea Mountain tonight.

Every time he came, he would overlook the North Sea Mountain, which had become a habit.

Soon, Gu An was attracted by Sage Xuan Miao.

This guy still hadn’t left!

He saw Sage Xuan Miao building a simple monastery in a deep mountain, inside which, besides Sage Xuan Miao, there was also a young boy.

What was he doing?

Gu An looked carefully and saw Sage Xuan Miao meditating in front of a large cauldron, with wisps of green smoke rising from the top of his head.

And that boy was practicing in the nearby hut. The boy was actually a demon, with a fox tail growing.

Interesting.

Gu An watched for a while and then retracted his gaze.

When dawn was about to break, Gu An returned to Mystic Valley.

In the blink of an eye, half a year quickly passed.

At the end of summer, after a heavy rain, Mystic Valley was very muggy.

On this morning, Li Ya came to visit Gu An, once again entering through the window. Gu An had to cooperate with him to pretend to be startled.

“Look at your timid look, you are at least in the top five hundred on the Golden List.” Li Ya snorted softly after landing.

Gu An got up to greet him and said, “My being in the top five hundred was just luck. You could have made it into the top ten, but unfortunately, you met An Hao in advance.”

Upon hearing this, Li Ya’s mouth twitched.

He suspected Gu An was deliberately pricking him, but seeing Gu An’s expression of regret, it was hard to retort.

Little did he know, Gu An did it on purpose.

He stepped on my window sill again!

Li Ya walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He said, “I am leaving.”

“Where to? How long?”

Gu An asked casually, then walked to the tea set and started brewing tea.

Li Ya replied, “Father Emperor wants me to go to Three Pure Ones Mountain in the Chentang Dynasty for training. It will probably take decades to return.”

Again the Three Pure Ones Mountain!

What kind of close relationship did Li Xuandao have with Three Pure Ones Mountain?

They even sent two people.

Gu An couldn’t help but say, “Then it’s definitely worth going, after all, the disciple of the Three Pure Ones Mountain earned the second place on the Golden List.”

“Sage Xuan Miao is indeed formidable. Even if I fought him, I might not be his match.” Li Ya agreed.

In the Golden List Conference, Sage Xuan Miao was the only one who could withstand a thirty-minute fight against An Hao.

Gu An came to the desk with the brewed tea and said, “When you go to Three Pure Ones Mountain, you must practice diligently. Don’t meddle in too many affairs and end up injured.”

“Cough, cough, apart from being injured by An Hao, I really haven’t been injured over the years.”

“Really?”

“Would I lie to you?”

The two began to chat casually, sometimes talking about Mystic Valley, sometimes about the Golden List.

It wasn’t until noon that Li Ya stood up and said, “I should be leaving. Junior Brother Gu, I hope that when I come back, your cultivation will improve. Entering the top five hundred on the Golden List is not just luck. I believe you already have your own opportunities, but don’t waste the years and strive to catch up with Senior Brother me as soon as possible.”

After saying that, Li Ya quickly walked to the window, jumped out, and left another footprint on the window sill.

Definitely on purpose!

Gu An was helpless. Li Ya usually seemed very serious. Why did he always play childish tricks on him?

He looked out the window, his eyes becoming profound.

Li Xuandao sending Li Ya away at this time, could there be other reasons?

And the soul body within Li Ya, why had it become so weak?

It seemed like it could dissipate at any moment.

Gu An shook his head, unable to figure it out, he decided not to bother thinking about it.

Until nightfall.

Gu An once again arrived at the Mystic Heaven Cave Mansion. As he was about to pick medicinal herbs, he couldn’t help but frown.

Why was Sage Xuan Miao around?

The monastery of Sage Xuan Miao was eight thousand miles away from here. Coming here could not be a coincidence.

At the same time.

In the forest ten miles away, Sage Xuan Miao held a compass in his hand, advancing while muttering to himself, “It should be around here. I don’t know what kind of blessing it is…