When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 258: Immortal King’s True Blood

Chapter 258 Immortal King's True Blood

Upon hearing his master’s instructions, Yang Jian calmed his mind and focused carefully while keeping pace with the Blood Prison Great Saint.

Li Lingtian followed behind, secretly curious. He kept glancing back at the thunderclouds in the sky, but he couldn’t sense anything. This left him feeling frustrated.

Could it be that even his comprehension was inferior to Yang Jian’s?

The thunderclouds swept across the sky at an alarming speed. Before Gu An and the others even reached Horizon Valley, the storm had already passed over their heads, and torrential rain was imminent.

Yang Jian looked up at Gu An and said, “Master, I can feel the aura of destruction. All things under heaven could be annihilated in an instant.”

Li Lingtian’s expression turned odd at these words.

Was it really that dramatic?

He suddenly felt that Gu An wasn’t simple either—deep and unfathomable. Could he be hiding even greater secrets?

Was that why his father and elder brother valued Senior Brother Gu so much? Did they know something he didn’t?

Li Lingtian was lost in thought.

Gu An didn’t dwell on the topic. Instead, he patted the Blood Prison Great Saint on the back and signaled him to charge forward.

“Let’s see who gets to Horizon Valley first.”

As soon as Gu An spoke, the Blood Prison Great Saint leaped into the air. His hooves kicked up gusts of wind as he charged out of the forest with an imposing presence.

Yang Jian and Li Lingtian hurried to catch up.

Hearing that it was a race, Li Lingtian immediately became competitive. But to his horror, he quickly realized—he really was the slowest!

Yang Jian was one thing, but what was with that rude bull-headed creature? Why was he so fast?

…

Inside Horizon Valley, Gu An dismounted from the Blood Prison Great Saint and led Yang Jian toward the pavilion complex.

Li Lingtian didn’t follow immediately. Instead, he stared fixedly at the Blood Prison Great Saint, his eyes filled with frustration and resentment.

The Blood Prison Great Saint raised his head slightly, casting a disdainful glance at him before spitting out two words that nearly made Li Lingtian explode.

“Useless.”

Li Lingtian was so furious he nearly lost his mind. He glared at the Blood Prison Great Saint’s retreating figure, wanting to shout back, but no words came out.

For the first time, he started to doubt himself.

Was he really useless?

Yes, he was stronger than most—far beyond the disciples of Medicine Valley and the princes of the royal palace. But in the grand scheme of things, how big were those places, really?

He recalled Gu An’s words: There is always someone stronger; the sky is limitless.

The more Li Lingtian thought about it, the more dazed he became, standing frozen in place.

…

The reason Gu An brought Yang Jian along this time was because Li Xuandao wanted to meet him.

Gu An wasn’t worried about Li Xuandao scheming against him. After knowing each other for so many years, he trusted Li Xuandao’s character. Besides, they were alike—men who only believed in their own strength.

The moment Li Xuandao saw Yang Jian, he was astonished. The more he looked, the more he liked him.

He bombarded Yang Jian with enthusiastic questions, showing more interest than he ever had in Gu An.

When Li Lingtian arrived and saw this scene, he felt even more uncomfortable.

After chatting for over an hour, Li Xuandao decided to give Yang Jian a gift and asked what he wanted.

Yang Jian instinctively looked toward Gu An, which made Li Xuandao inwardly surprised.

What kind of spell had Gu An cast on Yang Jian?

He had always assumed that Gu An had a powerful figure backing him and that the real person teaching Yang Jian wasn’t Gu An himself—Gu An was just a front.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered Gu An hiding his true strength, but he knew Gu An too well. Gu An had met Li Ya when he was fifteen—there was no way that was fake.

Knowing Li Xuandao’s identity, Yang Jian replied, “I would like a weapon that suits me—something heavy but not too large.”

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Li Xuandao chuckled. “Is that truly what you want, Yang Jian?”

For the first time, Yang Jian looked a little embarrassed, but he still nodded firmly.

Li Xuandao agreed immediately, promising that within three years, he would have the perfect weapon for him.

In the end, Li Xuandao didn’t extend any invitations, nor did he try to recruit Yang Jian.

Gu An had originally thought he might attempt to enlist Yang Jian into the army, but it seemed he had overthought it.

When Gu An was about to leave, Li Xuandao instructed Li Lingtian to continue following him.

Gu An didn’t refuse. In the Third Medicine Valley, another mouth to feed didn’t matter. Besides, Li Xuandao probably didn’t expect Gu An to mentor Li Lingtian.

…

Rows of celestial cranes soared across the sky, and the sea breeze swept through Seeker’s Island.

Gu An and Yang Jian walked along the streets, with Hu Xiaojian leading the way.

Today marked the first time Gu An had brought Yang Jian to Seeker’s Island, and Yang Jian looked around curiously, fascinated by everything.

He was especially curious about how far the island was from Taixuan Sect.

Gu An had Hu Xiaojian introduce Seeker’s Island to Yang Jian. Hu Xiaojian was enthusiastic, which left a good impression on Yang Jian.

The more Yang Jian learned about Seeker’s Island, the more astonished he became.

Compared to Taixuan Sect, this place truly felt like an immortal paradise, with countless celestial beings coming and going.

As Hu Xiaojian explained the island’s wonders, he also led Gu An to purchase high-grade medicinal herb seeds.

After two hours, Gu An brought them to the residence of Master Tang Hai.

After years of interaction, Hu Xiaojian had become one of Gu An’s people, and since Gu An was often away, Master Tang Hai had taken good care of him. Because of this, Hu Xiaojian was quite familiar with the residence.

Today, the residence was filled with immortal cultivators—more than ten Scattered Immortals and at least forty Nirvana Stage cultivators.

These cultivators were all friends of Master Tang Hai and had met Gu An before.

Gu An wasn’t just a Scattered Immortal; his wealth was astonishing. On Seeker’s Island, any mention of medicinal herb trading inevitably involved the name Meng Lang. Many suspected that he had a powerful force backing him—otherwise, why would he need such a vast amount of medicinal herbs?

Faced with Gu An’s disciple, these grandmasters were all extremely hospitable, offering generous gifts.

Gu An had Yang Jian accept them one by one. After all, when these cultivators brought their disciples here, Gu An had always been generous. This was simply a matter of reciprocity.

Soon, Gu An and his companions sat at their own table.

Hu Xiaojian leaned in and whispered, “The Deep Sea Rift has become a disaster zone. Rumor has it that an unparalleled fiend is sealed within, and countless cultivators have perished trying to uncover its secrets.”

Gu An asked, “Haven’t the great sects taken action?”

In reality, he could see the situation at the Deep Sea Rift. At this very moment, numerous cultivators and demons were heading there.

The Deep Sea Rift was an infamous location at sea. While it was considered a harbinger of the world-ending tides, some believed it contained great opportunities. After all, countless civilizations had been swallowed by the ocean throughout history, each time submerging an entire era of cultivation beneath the waves.

“Of course, they have. Not just the Starsea Sect Alliance, but other major sects as well. Unfortunately, they’ve found nothing so far. Instead, more and more people are dying…” Hu Xiaojian continued.

Yang Jian sat quietly, listening intently.

After a while, Hu Xiaojian changed the topic to recent events at sea.

To Yang Jian’s surprise, he suddenly heard a familiar name—An Hao!

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An Hao!

The name immediately caught Yang Jian’s attention.

Hu Xiaojian spoke excitedly, “An Hao, who has cultivated the Fiery Sun Treasure Body, has risen to great fame. Everyone who hears of him is astonished by his unbelievable talent.”

Yang Jian had already heard that An Hao had gone to the Starsea Sect Alliance to train, but he hadn’t expected An Hao to make such a name for himself at sea.

After all, Yang Jian was just an errand disciple of the Third Medicine Valley. He didn’t know much about An Hao, only that he was the most gifted cultivator in Taixuan Sect’s history and the direct disciple of the sect master.

To him, An Hao had always been a legendary figure.

He couldn’t help but wonder—what kind of presence did An Hao have?

Would his master, Gu An, know An Hao?

An Hao was so powerful that it was hard to believe Taixuan Sect alone could have nurtured him.

Yang Jian had studied Taixuan Sect’s history. Before the emergence of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path, the sect had barely even produced a single cultivator in the Profound Mind Realm.

There were even rumors that An Hao was the disciple of the Sword Sovereign himself. Though this was mere speculation, rumors of supposed Sword Sovereign successors were everywhere in the cultivation world.

If An Hao really was his senior brother, Yang Jian would have no complaints. After all, An Hao was the most dazzling genius he had ever heard of.

Master must dote on Senior Brother, right?

Yang Jian turned to look at Gu An, lost in thought.

Although he had undergone a complete transformation, deep down, he still carried a lingering sense of inferiority. He hadn’t been born a genius; his current talent was something his master had defied fate to grant him. Because of that, he always feared that everything he had now would one day disappear.

His mindset was very similar to Tian Yao’er’s.

Gu An noticed Yang Jian’s gaze but didn’t acknowledge it.

After a while, Master Tang Hai finally appeared. After greeting everyone, he got straight to the point.

The matter concerned—the Deep Sea Rift!

The moment those five words were spoken, the cultivators in the hall began whispering among themselves.

Master Tang Hai scanned the room and said in a low voice, “I’ve received some information—the bottom of the Deep Sea Rift contains a hidden world. It is incredibly dangerous, but an ancient Immortal King’s cave dwelling is rumored to be there. Someone from the Deep Sea Spirit Palace has already obtained true blood from an Immortal King. His body underwent a transformation, and he even comprehended a divine ability. It was thanks to that divine ability that he managed to fight his way out of that place.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

No one knew exactly what realm an Immortal King truly belonged to, but throughout history, Immortal Kings had always stood at the pinnacle of the immortal path. Only the greatest prodigies of each era had ever qualified to reach such heights.

Such an opportunity—how could they not be tempted?

The higher a cultivator’s realm, the more they relied on fortune and opportunity. Even the Scattered Immortals in the room, though lofty figures on Seeker’s Island, had no clear path to further breakthroughs. Forget advancing to the next major realm—just progressing a single minor level required immense luck and opportunity.

“I plan to venture inside myself,” Master Tang Hai continued. “If any of you wish to join, you may sign up. Once we set out, I will share all the information I have. However, this mission is extremely dangerous. I cannot guarantee anyone’s safety. Think carefully before making your decision—there’s no need to feel obligated because of personal ties.”

Master Tang Hai was being completely upfront.

Over the years, he had not only held auctions but also organized expeditions like this from time to time. Though not every venture ended in success, at least his reputation remained untarnished. He was a man of integrity.

The cultivators began discussing among themselves.

Master Tang Hai had not specifically invited Gu An because every person present had been personally invited. However, once inside the hall, no one was treated as more important than the others.

In the end, Gu An did not sign up. About a third of the cultivators present did, but many others, knowing they had long lifespans, chose to avoid unnecessary risks.

After the gathering ended, Gu An took Yang Jian back.

Upon returning to the Third Medicine Valley, Yang Jian still felt as if he were dreaming.

This journey had been nothing short of surreal. It had broadened his horizons—this world was vast beyond imagination, and Taixuan Sect was but a tiny drop in the ocean.

Gu An, on the other hand, resumed his routine of patrolling Medicine Valley, harvesting the medicinal herbs that had ripened.

I wonder if I can accumulate one hundred million years of lifespan before the calamity arrives…

For now, the Deep Sea Rift alone wasn’t enough to shake the Heavenly Great Realm—after all, this world was home to many hidden, terrifying forces.