When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 351: Sun and Moon Emperor, the old monster

Chapter 351 Sun and Moon Emperor, the old monster

Late Summer.

Mortal Peak, Ding Tian Peak.

Gu An was rolling up his sleeves and writing in the courtyard. Beside him, An Xin, wearing a mask, was cultivating. A gentle breeze drifted by—creating a scene of quiet beauty.

An Xin suddenly opened her eyes and curiously asked,

“Master, what level are my senior and junior brothers at now?”

Gu An casually replied,

“Your Senior Brother has reached the fifth level of the Profound Mind Realm. Your Junior Brother is at the first level of the Integration Stage.”

“That high?”

An Xin couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

“Take a look at Ding Tian Peak. Do you think their cultivation levels are anything special around here?”

Gu An’s words left An Xin silent.

After a pause, she asked cautiously,

“Master… do you think I can really become an immortal someday?”

Her current cultivation was only at the eighth level of the Core Formation Stage—miles away from An Hao or Yang Jian.

“Don’t think about if you can. You should be thinking how you can. If you don’t even believe in yourself, then you’re already done.”

Gu An’s words made sense to her, and she worked to adjust her mindset.

“Oh right, Master—is Senior Shen Xinzi teaching Qing’er how to cultivate?”

“Mhm.”

“He’s learning energy-concealing techniques too? I can’t even sense his spiritual power.”

“You’re overthinking it. He hasn’t even formed any spiritual power yet.”

“Huh?”

An Xin was shocked. She asked again,

“With Senior Shen Xinzi’s level of mastery, how could Qing’er not even manage to form spiritual power?”

“There’ll always be someone with worse talent than you,” Gu An replied casually.

He didn’t mention that Long Qing’s actual cultivation had reached the Nirvana Stage. He didn’t want to crush An Xin’s confidence.

Besides, Long Qing’s identity was sensitive. Both the Immortal Dynasty and the Holy Court might hunt him down. Until Gu An was certain he could protect him, he had no intention of unlocking the Primordial Return Divine Path sealed within Long Qing.

Besides, the kid had over ten thousand years of lifespan left.

That was plenty of time to train his Dao Heart—hopefully steering him away from the path that Long Zhan, the Dragon Family Ancestor, had taken.

An Xin remained silent. She suddenly felt bad for Long Qing. With a personality like his, the moment he realized he lacked talent, it would likely hit him hard.

Gu An didn’t say anything more and focused on his calligraphy.

An Xin looked at him, hesitating to speak.

Then she thought—her master had already done a great kindness by taking Qing’er in. What right did she have to expect him to rewrite Qing’er’s fate?

And besides, Master definitely had a plan in mind.

With that thought, she calmed her mind and resumed cultivating.

Six years later.

It was a clear day. White clouds were scattered across the azure sky, each shaped differently.

In the forest.

Twenty-year-old Long Qing had fully grown. Dressed in a fitted green robe, he held a horse stance and kept throwing punches. Though drenched in sweat, his eyes were still firm, exhaling rhythmically through gritted teeth.

His skin had turned bright red and was steaming. His legs trembled, ready to give out at any moment.

Shen Xinzi stood off to the side, holding a copy of Journey to the West. Without looking up from the book, he said,

“One more hour. You have to endure for the medicine to kick in.”

Long Qing gritted his teeth.

“Master, I feel like my strength has grown a lot. How many levels of Qi Refining cultivators could I beat now?”

“You might beat someone at the third level.”

“What? Only the third?”

Despair filled Long Qing’s face.

Shen Xinzi didn’t comfort him.

After muttering a few words under his breath, Long Qing pulled himself together. Determination returned to his eyes.

Shen Xinzi caught the shift in his expression out of the corner of his eye and nodded inwardly.

“This kid’s talent is terrible, but his mindset isn’t bad.”

In his view, temperament was harder to cultivate than cultivation itself—so he still had hope for Long Qing.

Honestly, teaching him had just been a passing whim. There was no rush.

Just then, Shen Xinzi suddenly sensed something. He jerked his head up.

Elsewhere—

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord, who was playing Go with Gu An, also looked up.

Gu An glanced at him and urged,

“What are you staring at? Your move.”

But at the same time, his divine sense locked onto the outer heavens.

In the starry skies beyond the Heavenly Spirit Great Realm, a massive rift suddenly opened—startling even the mysterious beings within the sun.

“Hold up, something’s going on up there. I’m gonna check it out,” Nine-Fingered Divine Lord grumbled impatiently.

Gu An looked up, feigning a puzzled expression.

Through his divine sense, he peered into the rift—where a figure emerged.

It was a man in a black robe. Tall and straight-backed, broad-shouldered with long sleeves. His face was cold and sharp. He wore a silver-jade crown, and behind his head floated two radiant magical artifacts—one like the sun, the other like the moon—casting brilliant light over him like a divine beacon.

The moment he appeared, the luminous layers of the Heavenly Spirit Great Realm rippled.

At first glance, Gu An felt deeply wary.

Unfortunately, his divine sense couldn’t assess the man’s lifespan.

The black-robed man suddenly vanished.

In the next second, Gu An’s divine sense shifted toward the Holy Domain, where the Holy Court was based. He felt its fortune surging chaotically—a strong battle aura emanating from that direction.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord also looked that way, frowning.

He stood up.

“Call it a draw today. We’ll finish this later.”

With that, he disappeared.

Gu An muttered,

“Running off that fast and still managed to snatch a draw... what a b*****.”

As he packed up the game pieces, he kept his divine sense focused on the Holy Court.

Soon, the Court’s fortune stabilized again, making it hard for his divine sense to peer in.

He couldn’t help but wonder—what the heck had happened in there?

Even after night fell, the black-robed man never reappeared. The Holy Domain remained eerily quiet, though Gu An saw many Grandmaster Cultivators rushing toward it like a rain of arrows.

Clearly, something serious had happened.

In the days that followed, the Holy Court stayed silent. The spatial rift in the outer heavens also vanished, and the black-robed man didn’t show up again.

Gu An visited Seeker’s Island and Mortal Peak but found no solid intel. The Grandmasters at Mortal Peak had noticed the Holy Court’s disturbance too, but their wild speculations made Gu An shake his head in disbelief.

A whole month passed.

One day, while refining pills indoors, Gu An suddenly sensed something. His brow lifted slightly.

“He’s here…”

Gu An didn’t stand up, not wanting to alert anyone.

Someone had entered the Third Medicine Valley—and it was none other than the black-robed man who had stormed the Holy Court.

His presence immediately unsettled Gu An. Whether this guy was a friend or foe to the Holy Court, his arrival here might draw their attention.

And Gu An absolutely did not want to be exposed.

But after sensing more carefully, Gu An relaxed slightly. The man’s aura was extremely subdued—suppressed to the level of the Core Formation Stage, entirely different from when he’d broken into the Holy Court. It felt like a completely different person.

After a moment’s hesitation, Gu An stood up and headed downstairs.

As he descended the stairs, he glanced casually into the distance. When his eyes passed over the black-robed man, he immediately cast Lifespan Perception, not letting his gaze linger.

【Sun-Moon Nether Emperor (Divine Soul Immortal Stage, Eighth Level): 15,876,308 / 40,000,000 / 60,000,000】

Divine Soul Immortal Stage, Eighth Level!

Over fifteen million years old!

Sixty million years of maximum lifespan!

Gu An’s heart nearly skipped a beat. This guy was an ancient monster.

Why the h*** had he come to the Third Medicine Valley?

Was he here for him?

Gu An kept descending, puzzled and on edge.

At that moment, Ji Xuanyu stepped out of her room. She didn’t look at Gu An—but at the Sun-Moon Nether Emperor walking in from afar.