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

Chapter 689: Chapter 681: Vile Ancestor

“Carefree and at ease, huh…”

An Xin murmured to herself, thinking of An Hao, her mood somewhat heavy.

When she was a child, her parents were eaten by demons. If An Hao hadn’t desperately protected her, she would’ve died too. In her heart, An Hao was like her own brother. Even though they only depended on each other for a few years, before An Hao soared far away, she constantly thought of him.

An Hao was like an eagle, never stopping, always soaring high, with missions constantly appearing in his path, ultimately dying for all living beings.

In this life, he was reincarnated as Tian Hao, yet he had to head to the Misty Immortal Court for the sake of the Celestial Spirit Great World.

After knowing An Hao’s destiny, An Shengtian no longer resented this Primordial Ancestor. Instead, he took An Hao as a goal, wanting to surpass An Hao to prove that An family’s descendants were not a burden on An Hao.

Young An Zizai did not yet understand the meaning of his name. When An Xin fell silent, he couldn’t help but shout to Gu An, “I have a name, I don’t want to be called An Zizai!”

Gu An asked with a smile, “Then what’s your name?”

“My mother calls me Little Spring.”

“You can keep that name; people can have more than one name.”

Gu An’s words made An Zizai feel much more relaxed.

For some reason, being renamed made him very nervous, as if he was being sold.

At this time, Shen Zhen, the Celestial Demon Child, and others arrived one after another, curious about An Xin’s disciple’s talent.

An Zizai’s talent was naturally not lacking, with an ultimate life span of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years as well.

On the Nine Spirit Continent, orphans like him were not in the minority, especially when the timeline was extended to tens of thousands of years.

In the long years, such tragedies were countless. An Xin never deliberately managed these unless they appeared right before her.

An Zizai attracted An Xin’s attention because he invoked the Rules of Heaven and Earth in his despair, even though he had no cultivation level at all.

However, the ultimate life span of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years is not uncommon in today’s human world. Physical aptitude is no longer the most important; unseen, untouchable comprehension determines how far a cultivator can go.

An Zizai’s adorable appearance quickly won everyone’s pity.

Gu An did not plan to teach An Zizai, conveniently giving An Xin a chance to hone her teaching skills.

An Zizai’s arrival broke the quiet atmosphere of the dojo, and the disciples stopped retreating, beginning to accompany An Zizai’s growth.

This was Wushi’s first third-generation disciple. Even if the disciples had competitive hearts in teaching and passing on skills, they hoped An Zizai would excel.

Thus, everyone took turns teaching An Zizai.

In the following decade, the Daoist Field of the Beginningless was quite lively. Though An Zizai was an orphan, he was not solitary; in fact, he was somewhat carefree, often causing chaos in the dojo.

At seventeen, An Zizai had already formed a Nascent Soul, with outstanding talent, filling all the Wushiji disciples with confidence and expectation.

In the summer, Gu An was reading on a large tree by the mountain stream, enjoying the cool breeze.

A figure appeared out of thin air beneath the tree, looking up at him.

It was An Zizai.

He wore a fitted blue and white robe, his long hair casually tied with a cloth band. His handsome face still bore a hint of childlike innocence.

“Hey, Ancestor, why are you reading again? What book is so interesting?”

An Zizai called out. His divine sense couldn’t approach Gu An, so he didn’t know what Gu An was reading.

Since childhood, Gu An hadn’t taught him cultivation, but under everyone’s guidance, he knew the Ancestor was the most powerful person in the world.

However, Gu An liked to tease him. When he was young, Gu An would sometimes suddenly yank his pants, embarrassing him in public, so he didn’t speak to Gu An with much reverence and even harbored some hostility.

In his heart, this Ancestor was too harsh. Whenever the uncles praised him, the Ancestor would always criticize him, pointing out his shortcomings. The most crucial part was these flaws indeed existed, making him feel aggrieved.

“This is a book for adults; don’t ask.”

Gu An replied casually. Although he didn’t teach An Zizai, he quite liked the boy. An Zizai’s arrival indeed made the dojo lively, life more interesting.

Sometimes, Gu An had to admit he was getting old.

Elders like children the most; he wasn’t like this before.

After hearing this, An Zizai became more curious about the book in Gu An’s hands but was displeased with Gu An’s words, insisting he was already grown up.

“Master asked me to tell you that the Magic Battle Conference of the Qiankun Sect is about to begin and asked if you would like to go watch?”

An Zizai continued to ask, very curious about this matter. Since coming to the Daoist Field of the Beginningless, he hadn’t been out and was curious about everything outside.

“I will go to watch, but I won’t go with you all.”

“Hmph.”

An Zizai pouted, waved his fist at Gu An, and then disappeared from where he stood. He was already eager to head to the Qiankun Sect.

Gu An didn’t care about his small actions and continued reading, thoughts dwelling on the Path of the Great Dao.

The Blood Prison Great Saint had already successfully carried out a reincarnation projection, considered stepping on the road of the Primordial Dao Emperor.

Now, over a thousand beings had stepped onto the Primordial Emperor Road, and although no one truly became a Primordial Dao Emperor, many forces were investigating the Primordial Dao Emperor.

Even including the Celestial Court!

Gu An saw a Celestial God investigating the Primordial Dao Emperor and even engaging in dialogue with one of the contenders for the Primordial Dao Emperor.

This Celestial God seemed familiar to him, and although the other possessed the destiny of the Celestial Court, which could block deductions, he instantly noticed the resemblance between the Celestial God and Long Xin.

He vaguely speculated in his heart.

Even if this Celestial God had nothing to do with the Long Family, Gu An wouldn’t deliberately suppress them.

He had anticipated today’s scenario when he opened the Primordial Dao Emperor.

He wasn’t worried about anyone discovering him through the fortune of the Primordial Dao Emperor. The fortune of the Primordial Dao Emperor had already been established, equivalent to the Great Dao. The Great Dao is boundless; who could trace it back to its root?

Fang Xuan grew well on the Primordial Emperor Road, his understanding of the Great Dao far surpassing those of the same realm after multiple reincarnation projections.

Gu An believed he wouldn’t lose if he fought with someone of the same realm on the Emperor Road.

This indicated that the Primordial Dao Emperor indeed held potential not inferior to that of the Daoist Emperor.

After observing for an hour, Gu An turned over and leapt down, tucking the Green Hero Travelogue into his chest, then headed towards the Qiankun Sect.

He wasn’t going to watch the Magic Battle Conference of the prodigies but because an old friend had arrived at the Qiankun Sect.

This old friend was none other than Profound Celestial Intent, the writer of the Green Hero Travelogue.

After traveling the world for hundreds of thousands of years, it was the first time he came to the Qiankun Sect, bringing no particular purpose, just happening to arrive here.

Gu An looked forward to meeting him.

They truly hadn’t seen each other for hundreds of thousands of years, and Gu An’s Green Hero Travelogue was bought from the human world, not obtained directly from Profound Celestial Intent.

Meanwhile.

Profound Celestial Intent was strolling through the bustling main city of the Qiankun Sect. He had visited many flourishing sects like this. Walking amidst the crowd, he observed the ethos of this sect, seeking inspiration.

“This Qiankun Sect is indeed remarkable, not only deeply rooted but I haven’t witnessed a single act of bullying and oppressing the weak; truly deserves to be the leader of the Righteous Dao in this region.”

Profound Celestial Intent marveled internally, involuntarily thinking of the Supreme Sect.

Since Gu An left, he hadn’t returned, unbeknownst if today’s Supreme Sect still possessed such a spirit of the Righteous Dao?