When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 374: The Book of the Emperor of Reincarnation

Hearing Jiang Qiong’s words, Gu An frowned and sighed. “How can I talk her out of it? Su Han really was forced to death by the Nightshade Ghost Mother.”

Back then, Su Han was being hunted and, out of desperation, followed the Nightshade Ghost Mother. She passed down the Reverse Fate Divine Art to him. Right before his death, he transferred his cultivation to Zhen Qin, helping her undergo a complete transformation. After all these years, Zhen Qin still harbors deep hatred in her heart.

Gu An had already severed his master-disciple ties with Su Han long ago. He had even saved Su Han once—he didn’t owe him anything, so he had no intention of avenging him.

What’s more, the Nightshade Ghost Mother had now pledged allegiance to him. If not for his arrangements, how could she have helped Jiang Qiong establish the Gathering Flower Sect?

Gu An wouldn't help Zhen Qin kill the Nightshade Ghost Mother, but he would make sure she stayed alive.

It might be unfair to the Nightshade Ghost Mother, but there was no helping it. In Gu An’s heart, Zhen Qin was far more important.

Of his first batch of disciples from Medicine Valley, only Zhen Qin was still alive. And she was always so filial toward him—how could he not dote on her?

Jiang Qiong furrowed her brows. “The Nightshade Ghost Mother is now the Vice Sect Master of the Gathering Flower Sect. There's no way I can deal with her.”

“No need to. Everyone has their own grudges. As long as you can keep Zhen Qin alive, that’s enough. Thank you.”

Gu An said solemnly, then raised his hand and gave Jiang Qiong a respectful bow.

Jiang Qiong snorted, “What’s with the thanks? Your problems are my problems. I like that girl Zhen Qin too. When I’m strong enough, I’ll help her take out the Nightshade Ghost Mother.”

Gu An blinked, then asked, “You two have a grudge?”

“No, but if I had to choose between you and her, I’d pick you without a doubt. But that’s for the future—when I have the strength to act.” Jiang Qiong shook her head.

She then started chatting about the insights she gained during her trip to the Nine Abyss Realm.

Since returning, she had been receiving frequent revelations during cultivation—particularly related to divination.

She could now peer into the karma of mortals and predict their fates.

Curious, she asked Gu An if he had gained anything.

Gu An said he had, but it wasn’t as great as hers, which made her a bit disappointed.

As night fell, Jiang Qiong dragged Gu An toward the Eight Views Celestial Realm.

“Why do we have to go to the Eight Views Celestial Realm? Just stay at my Third Medicine Valley, alright? You're now a major figure in the Righteous Path, and you've formed an alliance with the Taixuan Sect. They won’t stop you from entering.”

Walking through the woods, Gu An couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Qiong was still holding onto his right wrist, not even looking back as she replied, “Because the Eight Views Celestial Realm is our home.”

“What home? You really want to sleep in a coffin again?”

Hearing that, Jiang Qiong turned and shot him a glare.

In the end, Gu An had no choice but to let her drag him into the Eight Views Celestial Realm.

It wasn’t until noon the next day that Gu An returned to the Third Medicine Valley.

As soon as he arrived at the base of his pavilion, Ji Xuanyu stepped out from her room.

She had returned forty years ago. Her understanding of the Dao of Karma far surpassed that of An Xin, Long Qing, and Ye Lan. Gu An could clearly sense the increasingly powerful karmic force within her.

“Who were you messing around with last night?” Ji Xuanyu stared at Gu An and asked coldly.

Gu An looked at her and replied, “An old acquaintance. When I met her, you hadn’t even been born yet. If it weren’t for her guidance, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

He wasn’t exaggerating—Jiang Qiong had taught him a lot.

Most importantly, the Shadow Demon Divine Art. Thanks to Gu An’s enhancements, the technique could now block karmic detection.

Once you reached the Immortal Dao Realm, you’d inevitably touch on divination. At the Free Soaring Immortal Stage, one would begin to study the Dao of Karma. Without Jiang Qiong’s technique, Gu An’s true cultivation level might’ve long been exposed.

Ji Xuanyu’s expression softened. She was about to speak again when Gu An cut her off.

“Focus on cultivating. Don’t get caught up in mortal entanglements.”

With that, Gu An turned and headed upstairs.

Ji Xuanyu watched him go, brows furrowed tightly.

As Gu An was about to shut his door, Ji Xuanyu appeared out of nowhere, pressing her hand against the door.

“What are you doing?” Gu An frowned at her, his face full of dread.

Ji Xuanyu said nothing, taking a step forward, startling him into retreat.

Bang!

The door slammed shut as she entered.

Gu An kept backing up until he reached the table, staring nervously at the expressionless Ji Xuanyu.

What the h*ll was this woman planning?

Was she going to beat him up? Or imitate Jiang Qiong?

Just thinking about last night gave Gu An a headache.

Sigh! Why did so many women fall for him?

Even if he wanted to say no, it wouldn’t work.

Ji Xuanyu stood before him and said, “These past years, I’ve been studying the Dao of Karma and discovered that your disciple Long Qing has an extraordinary karmic presence. Where exactly did you find him? Do you know who he really is?”

Gu An’s eyes widened. “Extraordinary karma? What do you mean? What’s wrong with him? Don’t tell me he’s the reincarnation of a Heaven Demon?”

Ji Xuanyu scrutinized his expression. He didn’t seem to be lying.

Her tone softened. “I’m not sure if he is or not, but if you keep him around, he’s bound to bring disaster upon you. Why not hand him over to me? Or let Shen Xinzi take him to the Bitter Sea Buddhist Sect?”

“That’s not right. He grew up in the Third Medicine Valley—how could I kick him out?” Gu An frowned.

Ji Xuanyu took a deep breath. “His bloodline isn’t ordinary. I can feel that my Innate Dao Sigil is extremely wary of his karmic threads, refusing to get involved. I’m not joking. Don’t you always say you want a peaceful life?”

Of course his bloodline isn’t ordinary, Gu An thought. He’s a descendant of one of my past lives!

He asked, “Does that senior know too?”

He was referring to the Sun and Moon Underworld Emperor.

That guy was still recovering in the house, not eavesdropping.

“Maybe.” Ji Xuanyu’s voice turned a little impatient—unclear if it was about Long Qing or Jiang Qiong.

Gu An gripped his Lifespan Pen, hesitated for a moment, and said, “No. I can’t abandon him. He sees me as a father. How could I chase him away? So what if he has major karma? Maybe by the time I die, his karmic tribulation still won’t have arrived.”

Looking at his unwavering face, Ji Xuanyu grew irritated. Why was he so stubborn?

“What if he brings disaster to all of Medicine Valley, even the Taixuan Sect?” she asked through gritted teeth.

Gu An’s tone turned serious. “You carry significant karma too. If something happens to you, should I stay away just to avoid suspicion?”

“No way! I’m not that kind of person!”

His voice was resolute, and Ji Xuanyu’s expression softened again.

As expected, women were all the same—good at twisting the topic.

Gu An was certain she was just jealous of Jiang Qiong.

Ji Xuanyu snorted, “You’re good with words. But when the time really comes, I bet you’ll run faster than anyone.”

Gu An clutched his chest, pretending to be hurt. “How could you think that of me...?”

Ji Xuanyu couldn’t help but smile, giving him a glare. She walked over and placed a book on the table.

Gu An looked at it closely.

Only one word was on the cover—Dragon!

Ji Xuanyu explained, “I saw this in a dream from a past life. The Dao Emperor of Reincarnation often carried it. It records the evolution of a certain clan. Don’t you like books like this? You can read it—but don’t spread it.”

Gu An couldn’t help but ask, “Dragon? Don’t tell me it has something to do with Long Qing?”

Ji Xuanyu didn’t say more and turned to leave.

This time, when she shut the door, it was gentle—not slamming like before.