When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 247: Reincarnation Can’t Tolerate You

After much contemplation, Gu An decided to use the Tianxiu Sword.

This divine sword had been a gift from Li Ya and was one of the three imperial swords of the Taicang Empire. Though imperial swords were no longer of much use to him, the Tianxiu Sword’s exquisite form made it worth wielding.

He also recalled how Lu Lingjun fought using dual swords. He thought, Why not try dual-wielding as well?

Against Six Star Cave and Seven Star Cave in the Seven Star Spirit Realm, he truly felt no pressure.

Descending the stairs, Gu An made his way to Lu Jiu Jia, who immediately bowed upon seeing him and introduced two new disciples.

The two errand disciples were visibly nervous before Gu An—very different from how Li Ya and Meng Lang had once been impatient toward Cheng Xuandan and Zhang Chunqiu in the past.

Now, Taixuan Sect’s position in the Taicang Empire had far surpassed what it had been a century ago. It was no longer merely the strongest sect in Taicang, but the leading sect of the entire cultivation world, second only to the legendary Holy Lands.

Instead of putting on airs and emphasizing rules, Gu An simply offered gentle words of encouragement, leaving the two new disciples both shocked and honored.

After he left, their anticipation for life in Xuan Valley grew immensely.

Rather than heading toward the Third Medicine Valley, Gu An walked toward the mountain forests beyond the valley.

He took his time appreciating the scenery along the way.

It had been many years since he had last strolled through the lands surrounding Xuan Valley.

Back then, he had run wild through these mountains with Xiao Chuan, living carefree days.

“It’s only been a hundred years, and I already feel nostalgic. What will it be like after ten thousand years?”

Shaking off these thoughts, Gu An composed himself.

Today was the perfect opportunity to invade the Seven Star Spirit Realm.

A great upheaval was about to unfold there, and he would seize the moment.

The Marriage at the Ji Family Estate

Sunlight spilled into the courtyard of the Ji Family estate, where Ji Qiankun and a group of Ji Clan members laughed and conversed merrily.

Above them, a multitude of cultivators hovered in the sky, their presence akin to celestial beings, each radiating an air of extraordinary talent.

The Ji Family estate, perched atop a mountain peak spanning dozens of miles, overlooked a vast sea of clouds.

Below, dense fog churned like an ocean, with mountain peaks rising from the mist like immortal sanctuaries.

The clouds stretched endlessly, making it feel as though they were truly above the Nine Heavens, the sun hanging just above their heads.

Ji Hantian’s Discontent

Leaning against the courtyard door, Ji Hantian stood with his arms crossed, eyes shut.

His furrowed brows betrayed his foul mood.

Seeing this, Ji Qiankun approached and chuckled.

“Grandfather, the auspicious hour is nearly upon us. Why not step outside to greet the Luo Clan?”

Ji Hantian opened his eyes and let out a cold snort, flicking his sleeves as he strode away.

Ji Qiankun remained unfazed—he understood that Ji Hantian had long resented the Seven Star Spirit Realm, but that was all it was—resentment.

For the sake of the family’s prosperity, Ji Hantian would endure.

With Taixuan Sect’s rising dominance, the Ji Family had stopped pressuring Ji Hantian to leave the sect.

In fact, they now supported him again, seeing him as an additional pathway for the clan’s future.

Turning back, Ji Qiankun’s gaze landed on the wedding chamber of Ji Xuanyu, where a red “double happiness” symbol was plastered on the door.

Staring at it, his unease momentarily lessened.

Yet, the memory of Ji Xuanyu’s words that night still unsettled him.

The Arrival of the Luo Clan

Boom!

A deep drumbeat echoed across the heavens.

A golden streak of light descended from the horizon, halting before the Ji Family estate gates.

In the distance, thunderous hoofbeats and beastly roars rang out.

Nine colossal horses pulled a golden palanquin down the radiant golden road.

Two female cultivators, looking as if they had descended from the heavens, leaned out from the palanquin’s side windows, scattering flower petals from woven baskets.

The petals danced upon the wind, dispersing into the air before transforming into flocks of magpies, which soared above.

From surrounding mountain estates, cultivators emerged, soaring into the sky or rising from the clouds below, eager to witness the spectacle.

“What an extravagant procession. As expected of the Luo Clan.”

“I heard that Luo Yetian has broken through to the Grand Ascension Stage. Is it true?”

“It should be. Achieving the Grand Ascension Stage just after turning five hundred is monstrous talent.”

“Ji Xuanyu isn’t ordinary either. They say she was born with an Innate Dao Sigil, blessed with boundless fortune. A perfect match for Luo Yetian.”

“With this marriage, the Ji Family will soar. If they produce an immortal, they might even gain access to Five Star Cave for cultivation.”

Though each mountain estate housed its own family, these clans were merely low-ranking within the Seven Star Spirit Realm—nowhere near the Luo Clan’s level.

Thus, they could only look upon the Ji Family’s fortune with envy.

Luo Yetian’s Arrival

At the end of the golden road, a procession of cultivators soared forward, parting the clouds as they descended.

They landed in formation along both sides of the golden road, stretching all the way to the Ji Family gates.

There were at least a thousand of them, each clad in golden robes, their presence commanding.

As the nine-horse palanquin arrived at the estate gates, its curtains lifted.

A man in a crimson robe stepped out.

His regal bearing, handsome features, and piercing gaze made him appear as if a celestial star sovereign had descended.

His long hair was tied beneath a jade lotus crown, and his eyes gleamed as if absorbing the entire universe.

Seeing him disembark, the Ji Clan cultivators hurried forward to greet him.

Luo Yetian smiled and asked,

“Is Xuanyu ready?”

He had spent years in seclusion, only meeting Ji Xuanyu once.

Sensing the Innate Dao Sigil within her and admiring her beauty, he had instructed his family to arrange the proposal.

Beyond that, he had barely given the matter a second thought.

In his mind, the Ji Family would undoubtedly agree.

And they had.

The reason for delaying the wedding until this year was simple—he had finally broken through to the Grand Ascension Stage.

Before that, he had cared only about his cultivation, and Ji Xuanyu had merely been an afterthought.

An elder of the Ji Family stepped forward with a smile.

“She is ready. We can depart at any time.”

Luo Yetian nodded.

“Our Luo Clan has already invited Six Star Cave and Seven Star Cave’s esteemed families, even some Five Star Cave seniors, to witness the ceremony. It will be grand—rest assured.”

His words were tactful, and his demeanor polite yet commanding.

The Ji Clan cultivators beamed, offering their gratitude.

Raising his gaze toward the Ji Family estate, Luo Yetian’s eyes glowed with anticipation.

He could already sense the aura of the Innate Dao Sigil.

A Rebellion at the Altar

Just then, the gates of Ji Xuanyu’s courtyard opened.

Draped in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, Ji Xuanyu emerged, flanked by two female attendants.

A red veil covered her face, revealing only her snow-white chin.

Her hands were gently folded before her abdomen, her posture elegant and poised.

Seeing her already dressed, Ji Qiankun let out a breath of relief.

Yet, as she stepped forward, she abruptly halted—and ripped off her red veil.

Flames ignited in her palm, reducing the veil to ashes in an instant.

Then, she coldly locked eyes with Luo Yetian and smiled faintly.

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The Bride’s Defiance

A chill ran through the Luo Clan cultivators as they watched Ji Xuanyu’s unexpected action.

Her expression was icy, her gaze piercing, and though the smile on her lips was faint, it sent a wave of unease through Luo Yetian.

Frowning, he asked,

“What is the meaning of this?”

The surrounding Luo Clan cultivators also furrowed their brows—was Ji Xuanyu about to reject the marriage?

The Ji Clan patriarch immediately ordered,

“Quick! Fetch a new veil!”

His gaze then shifted toward Ji Qiankun, his expression filled with displeasure.

Before Ji Qiankun could speak, Ji Xuanyu suddenly took flight, soaring a hundred feet into the air.

None of the Luo Clan cultivators stopped her.

Instead, they watched with amused curiosity—did she really think she could defy the Seven Star Spirit Realm?

Above them, thunderous clouds churned, forming a roiling storm.

In the midst of the lightning-filled clouds, a colossal figure loomed, standing as if beyond the heavens, gazing down upon the world like a primordial deity.

Yet, Ji Xuanyu did not look up.

She simply stared at Luo Yetian, her voice calm yet distant.

“You mortals interfere with my trial in this lifetime—truly, how irritating.”

Her words rippled through the heavens, her tone emotionless, and yet…

Her voice felt strange even to the Ji Clan cultivators—as if she were someone else entirely.

A sense of foreboding flickered across Luo Yetian’s face.

He soared up to meet her, his expression darkening as he asked,

“Who… are you?”

One by one, Luo Clan cultivators ascended, surrounding Ji Xuanyu in the sky.

The clouds above them convulsed violently, sending crackling lightning cascading downwards.

Within the storm, the colossal figure’s presence grew even heavier, its gaze unwavering.

Yet, Ji Xuanyu did not flinch.

Instead, she calmly met Luo Yetian’s eyes.

“Some karmic ties are beyond your grasp.

Disturbing my cultivation… even the cycle of reincarnation will not spare you.”

At her words, a vast aura erupted from her body.

From her forehead, golden flames surged forth, forming a towering phantom figure behind her—an ethereal reflection of herself, a hundred feet tall, exuding a power that surpassed even the Grand Ascension Stage.

Ji Xuanyu raised a hand toward the sky—and so did the phantom behind her.

With a single gesture, the phantom’s palm shattered the storm, obliterating the rolling thunderclouds.

When the phantom’s hand lowered, a cultivator was trapped within its grasp—the very colossal figure that had once loomed above.

His face was now filled with terror.

Before he could even utter a word, golden flames erupted, consuming him whole.

In mere moments, he was reduced to nothingness—not even ashes remained.