When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!

Chapter 197: Taixuan Sect’s Ambition

Gu An proudly showed off his newly acquired mount, attracting a crowd of disciples who couldn't resist touching the Blood Prison Great Saint. The latter felt utterly humiliated but, fearing Gu An, could only endure it.

Even Chu Jingfeng, who usually trained with his sword at the mountain peak, came to take a look. He had seen countless mounts before, but this was the first time he had encountered such an impressive bull. Its massive horns exuded an imposing aura, and its fur rippled like flames in the wind.

After lingering in Xuan Valley for half an hour, Gu An took the Blood Prison Great Saint back to the Third Medicine Valley.

From now on, he planned to take the Blood Prison Great Saint everywhere—at least within the vicinity of Taixuan Sect.

With the growing number of cultivators in Taixuan Sect, it had become common to see people flying across the sky on their mounts.

The disciples of the Third Medicine Valley were equally fascinated by the Blood Prison Great Saint. Meanwhile, the Great Saint was astounded by the valley’s spiritual energy—it was rare even in the Spirit Realm. This made him somewhat hopeful about his future life here.

Since I’m here, I might as well settle in.

But by the next morning, this thought had been replaced by sheer fury.

While he was dozing off downstairs, the White Spirit Mouse suddenly bit him on the rear. He jolted awake in shock. As a once-invincible Great Saint who had dominated an entire realm, how could he tolerate such humiliation?

Yet, to his horror—

He couldn’t catch the White Spirit Mouse!

That night became the darkest in the Blood Prison Great Saint’s life.

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The next day, Gu An brought the Blood Prison Great Saint to Horizon Valley.

"Why are you riding a bull?"

Luo Hun approached the Blood Prison Great Saint, curiosity shining in his eyes. Unable to resist, he reached out to stroke its fur.

Gu An grinned. "Just bought it. Looks grand, doesn’t it?"

"It’s impressive. What breed is it?"

"I have no idea. I call him Ox Demon King."

"Ox Demon King? That name…"

Luo Hun shook his head and chuckled, while the Blood Prison Great Saint lowered his eyes, looking utterly lifeless.

Soon, Lü Xian and Ji Ruolai also came over, intrigued by the Blood Prison Great Saint.

Given how many strange creatures existed in the world, they didn't ask too many questions.

"Have you seen my third sister recently?" Ji Ruolai asked Gu An.

Gu An shook his head. "No, I rarely go to the Inner Sect. Why? Need me to pass a message?"

Ji Ruolai nodded. "Our family wants her to return to the Seven Star Spirit Realm. Could you let her know?"

Gu An readily agreed before heading off to gather medicinal herbs.

Meanwhile, three monkey demons circled around the Blood Prison Great Saint, scratching their heads in curiosity.

Watching their antics, the Blood Prison Great Saint felt like they were mocking him, making him even more frustrated.

On the third day after his ascension, he felt even worse.

—

By late autumn, Lü Baitian came to visit Gu An.

As soon as he entered the building, he habitually closed the door and set up a restriction before making his way to the desk. Sitting down, he smirked. "That bull downstairs—is it yours? Its aptitude is weak, only first-rank. Pretty useless. Want me to get you a third-rank mount?" ṟåɴ𝐨𝐁ĚꞨ

Gu An chuckled. "Nah, I don’t have many enemies, so I don’t need a powerful mount. Besides, I feel a connection with this one. It’s quite intelligent."

"Intelligent? Looking at its eyes, it seems half-dead to me."

"Haha."@@novelbin@@

Gu An simply smiled without refuting.

Lü Baitian dropped the topic and moved on to sect affairs.

The World’s Greatest Swordsmanship Tournament had yet to begin, but he was already planning for the next major event.

Gu An, always eager to share knowledge, launched into an animated discussion, proposing various ideas with enthusiasm. Lü Baitian listened with fascination.

It wasn’t just about methods—Gu An painted a grand vision of the future, making Lü Baitian feel excited just hearing about it.

After a long discussion, Lü Baitian took the opportunity while Gu An was sipping tea to ask, "How do you think Taixuan Sect should view demons?"

During the Demonic Cataclysm, the Demon Emperor had sent a group of high-ranking demons to Taixuan Sect. These demons now resided here under Di Xie’s leadership, and Taixuan Sect had even provided them with cave dwellings.

Gu An replied, "Sometimes, human hearts are more malicious than demon hearts. Since we’ve already embarked on the path of cultivation, why cling to racial prejudices? Why shouldn’t Taixuan Sect accept demon disciples?"

Lü Baitian nodded but sighed. "Wouldn’t that pose a risk?"

"Every decision has pros and cons. You can’t avoid action just because of potential downsides. If it succeeds, it could set an example, easing tensions between humans and demons across the continent. If it fails, well, then consider it training—we suppress them. Isn’t that what you used to be best at?" Gu An said calmly.

His true goal was to strengthen Taixuan Sect.

Sooner or later, Taixuan Sect would have to face the Seven Star Spirit Realm.

Ji Xuanling had come on behalf of the Seven Star Spirit Realm to recruit Taixuan Sect, but the sect had merely maintained friendly relations rather than submitting. This spoke volumes about the Elder Hall’s stance.

Now, Taixuan Sect’s leadership had become ambitious—they weren’t just aiming to become the continent’s second Holy Land. Some even dreamed of surpassing the Seven Star Spirit Realm.

With Gu An’s support, Lü Baitian’s confidence soared, and a broad smile spread across his face.

After their lengthy discussion, Lü Baitian finally left, feeling satisfied.

On his way downstairs, he glanced at the Blood Prison Great Saint, who lay sprawled on the ground. Suddenly intrigued, he walked over and patted its head.

"Little beast, train hard. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll become a Taixuan Sect disciple. Reaching the Nascent Soul Stage isn’t entirely impossible."

The Blood Prison Great Saint shot him a deadpan look, refusing to acknowledge him.

Lü Baitian paused, wondering if he had imagined it.

Eh, whatever. No point arguing with a beast.

Shaking his head, he walked away.

The Blood Prison Great Saint watched his retreating figure and clenched his teeth in silent fury.

Old bastard!

By now, he had figured it out—no one realized the true cultivation level of the man on his back.

And the so-called "powerful cultivators" here were all weak—none of them measured up to the Spirit Realm’s top tier.

He couldn’t understand why someone as powerful as Gu An had chosen to hide in such a backwater place.

—

"Keep an ear out for information regarding this matter. I’ll make it worth your while," Lu Lingjun said.

She was focused entirely on cultivation. Since encountering Grand Ascension and Immortal Dao cultivators, she felt an overwhelming sense of urgency—Profound Mind Realm wasn’t enough anymore.

Gu An smiled and nodded.

After exchanging a few more words, Lu Lingjun departed.

Gu An patted the Blood Prison Great Saint, signaling him to continue forward.

"People always yearn for the places they’ve never been. But once they arrive, they realize it’s all the same. By the time they wish to return, it’s already too late."

His tone was slow and thoughtful.

The Blood Prison Great Saint felt targeted.

If he could talk, he’d definitely argue with Gu An.

If it weren’t for you, would I be this miserable?!

Snow fell steadily, accumulating on the ground. The Blood Prison Great Saint’s hooves left deep prints in the snow as he and Gu An gradually disappeared into the wintry landscape.

—

By nightfall, in the Demonic Domain, beneath a vast and desolate sky…

Xuantian Yi and An Hao sat by a campfire. Snowflakes drifted down but melted before they could touch them. The ground within ten meters around them was bare, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding snowfields.

Xuantian Yi held a book in his hands and murmured, "The demonic aura here is heavy. We might find the Sealed Demon any time now."

An Hao, who was cultivating, opened his eyes and asked, "Senior, once we find it, what should we do?"

"The Empire has begun its northern campaign. You take the information back—I’ll stay behind."

"Why?"

"I want to play the hero for once. I can’t always rely on the Sword Sovereign."

With that, Xuantian Yi turned the page and continued reading.