When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!-Chapter 289: Incredible Means

Chapter 289 Incredible Means

At dusk, the sky burned crimson as meteors, wreathed in flames, streaked across the heavens in a spectacular display. As these celestial stones plummeted, an overwhelming sea of fire descended from the sky, giving the world a sense that the heavens themselves were collapsing.

"What is that?"

"Why is there such a massive fire in the sky?"

"Will it affect us?"

"Don’t worry, we’re inside Taixuan Sect. The sect-protecting formation will shield us."

"Could this be the work of demonic cultivators from the Grand Cold Demon Sect?"

Within the Third Medicine Valley, disciples murmured anxiously. The high-ranking cultivators who had been playing chess abruptly stood up and disappeared on the spot.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord lifted his gaze, his brows knitting together.

Seated across from him, Qie Wuxing sighed. "This divine ability is no trivial matter."

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord glanced at him and asked, "All these years, you've been traveling extensively. What exactly are you searching for?"

Qie Wuxing did not respond. Instead, he simply raised his hand and pointed toward the sky.

At the Valley Entrance

Gu An sat atop the Blood Prison Great Saint’s back, gazing at the sky. He could sense that the falling meteors and the sea of fire were all manifestations of immense magical power—this was the work of a Celestial Ascension cultivator unleashing a grand divine ability, covering an incomprehensibly vast area.

It seemed that the so-called century-long deadline was merely a final ultimatum. During this time, the Grand Cold Demon Sect would continue to make its presence known, forcing the world’s inhabitants to flee.

Of course, there was another possibility: they were trying to draw out a specific individual.

Sacrificing countless lives over a personal vendetta… This gave Gu An a new perspective on the Holy Court.

On the whole, the Holy Court upheld order, but corruption lurked within its ranks.

Perhaps their ideology differed from Gu An’s own.

They could protect all beings, but they chose to remain indifferent to them.

Yang Jian couldn’t help but glance at Gu An. Seeing his master’s calm demeanor, he instantly felt reassured.

As long as Master is here, even if the sky collapses, there’s nothing to fear!

Nearby, Li Lingtian approached Yang Jian, discussing the strange phenomenon unfolding in the sky.

Gu An patted the Blood Prison Great Saint’s neck, signaling it to move forward.

Just as the beast took its first step, a glowing barrier surged up from the horizon. Looking around, Gu An saw similar lights rising in all directions—the sect-protecting grand formation of Taixuan Sect.

Not bad. They reacted quickly.

Gu An was pleased. Taixuan Sect had been free of catastrophe for many years, yet the upper ranks had not grown complacent or overly reliant on the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path.

Soon, the entirety of Taixuan Sect was shielded beneath a protective dome of light, bringing a collective sigh of relief from its cultivators.

Across the land, sects and cities alike activated their own defensive formations. But, of course, not all places had such protections. Countless living beings remained vulnerable.

Northern Sea Mountains – Mountain God Temple

Within the Mountain God Temple, Xuanmiao Zhenren sat on the ground, staring at the sky with furrowed brows.

He was not concerned for his own safety. Instead, he worried for the countless mortals beneath the raging inferno.

How could ordinary beings possibly withstand such a catastrophe?

He turned his head toward a stone statue in the courtyard—the Mountain God’s likeness, carved by his own hands. Though he could meet the Mountain God in person once a month, he had always felt an unbridgeable distance between them.

Silently, Xuanmiao Zhenren turned toward the statue and began kowtowing.

Meteors crashed toward the horizon, and the sky-wide blaze pressed closer and closer, deepening the firelight across the land.

Then, something miraculous happened.

Every flower, blade of grass, and tree across the continent emitted a faint green light. The lights surged skyward, like tiny sparks rapidly gathering into a great inferno of their own.

In the mountains, farmers wielding hoes found themselves surrounded by radiant green light, their faces stricken with awe and panic.

In cities, as terrified citizens fled, they noticed the trees in their courtyards trembling, releasing orbs of emerald light that floated into the sky.

Imperial Palace

Standing at the entrance of the Imperial Study, Li Xuandao observed the mysterious glow rising from the flowers and plants in the courtyard. His expression was unreadable.

At this moment, across the land, all living beings—humans and demons alike—were left in utter shock.

Third Medicine Valley

Gu An dismounted. The trees and plants within Taixuan Sect had not emitted the green light, so the disciples remained preoccupied with the celestial spectacle, unaware that an even grander phenomenon was occurring outside.

However, as the green glow from across the land ascended high enough, even Taixuan Sect’s cultivators could see it.

The sect was soon filled with a cacophony of speculation and chatter.

Gu An stood beneath a pavilion, gazing at the sight before him. Ji Xuanyu emerged from the building and approached his side.

"It seems someone is watching over this continent," Ji Xuanyu remarked.

In her eyes, the green light was rising to meet the descending firestorm, as if two opposing worlds were about to collide. The scene was breathtaking beyond compare.

Gu An’s face was half-lit by the fire above and half-drenched in green light from below. He blinked in surprise. "You mean to say this is the work of a cultivator? Just how powerful must they be?"

Ji Xuanyu rolled her eyes at him.

She didn’t believe Gu An was hiding immense cultivation, but he couldn’t possibly be this ignorant either.

After all, he frequently took Yang Jian on excursions, and Yang Jian’s rapid growth was proof that Gu An was no ordinary cultivator. Regardless of what Gu An was hiding, his knowledge and insight far exceeded that of a typical sect disciple.

"Perhaps the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path has made his move," Ji Xuanyu speculated softly, returning her gaze to the horizon.

Bingo!

Gu An inwardly gave her a thumbs-up but kept his eyes locked on the sky.

Under the watchful eyes of countless beings, the vast green light clashed with the fiery sea from above. In the next instant, the heavens erupted into a dazzling explosion of radiance, like an endless shower of fireworks.

A brief silence followed before the entire world trembled. A powerful gust of wind swept downward, though it wasn’t strong enough to harm the land.

All across the realm, people exhaled in relief.

By now, it was clear that the mysterious green light had risen to protect them—to shield them from the heavenly flames.

But what they didn’t realize was that not every continent or island had such a guardian.

Gu An had only shielded this particular land. While its people rejoiced, countless others perished in despair.

Soul-Suppressing Pagoda – Pagoda Summit

A white-robed Daoist suddenly opened his eyes and let out a puzzled sound.

He tried to divine the cause, but nothing came to him. His expression grew even more peculiar.

Intrigued, he vanished into thin air.

Back in Taixuan Sect, Gu An was still chatting with Ji Xuanyu when he suddenly sensed a powerful presence speeding toward him.

He sighed.

Why do people keep rushing toward their deaths?

"I’m heading to Xuan Valley. We’ll continue our conversation later," Gu An said before making his way toward the teleportation platform.

Ji Xuanyu wasn’t surprised and simply continued admiring the Sword Sovereign’s divine prowess.

Meanwhile, seated at a chessboard beneath a tree, Qie Wuxing and the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord watched the sky in silence.

"The real trouble has arrived," Qie Wuxing remarked. "That guy is here."

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord turned to him. "Who?"

"Lifetaking Immortal’s disciple—White Hong Zhenren. A renowned genius of the Grand Cold Demon Sect. His cultivation is unfathomable."

The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord’s expression darkened—clearly, he had heard of White Hong Zhenren before.

Qie Wuxing smirked. "Geniuses always have one fatal flaw—overconfidence."

Under the Crimson Twilight Sky

White Hong Zhenren soared across the sky, his speed unmatched. Even the raging inferno filling the heavens could not impede his advance. Below him, vast seas passed in a blur, but he did not spare them a glance.

His gaze was locked onto a distant continent.

Within his vast divine perception, countless great cultivators were unleashing their power, shielding the land from the divine ability sweeping through the heavens. Yet, among all the resisting forces, one stood out.

There was something peculiar about the method used on that continent.

More importantly, whoever had intervened had completely concealed their karmic traces, making it impossible for White Hong Zhenren to divine their identity.

Perhaps this person is connected to the one my master seeks.

At this thought, anticipation gleamed in White Hong Zhenren’s eyes.

He was not only carrying out his master’s mission—he was also seeking an opportunity for himself.

Just as his thoughts surged with excitement—

Slap!

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

In an instant, his entire body came to an abrupt halt, despite the immense momentum he had built up.

His qi and blood churned chaotically, his internal energy thrown into complete disarray. A sensation of extreme discomfort overtook him, as though his very soul was about to be forcibly ejected from his flesh.

He instinctively tried to break free—

But then, horror struck him.

He realized, to his utter disbelief, that he had lost control over both his physical body and his soul.

Even his primordial spirit was unable to escape its vessel.

His eyes widened in sheer terror.

Who… who is this?!

A flurry of thoughts raced through White Hong Zhenren’s mind.

[White Hong Zhenren (Celestial Ascension Stage, Ninth Layer): 150,908/500,000/800,000]

Fifteen thousand years old, at the Ninth Layer of the Celestial Ascension Stage…

What a shame. He has to die here.

Gu An examined the lifespan displayed before him and reached his verdict.

He did not bother using Soul Search.

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Some people deserved death—no more, no less.

He deliberately allowed White Hong Zhenren to stew in his despair for several heartbeats, letting him fully grasp the inevitability of his end.

Just as White Hong Zhenren was about to speak—

The hand on his shoulder suddenly clenched.

With a simple squeeze, White Hong Zhenren was reduced to nothingness.

His body and soul disintegrated into dust, vanishing without a trace.

There was not even the sound of a whisper.

Gu An then disappeared from the spot as if nothing had happened.

At the Edge of Xuan Valley

Gu An reappeared within the forests surrounding Xuan Valley, crouching down to inspect some medicinal herbs as if he had been there all along.

A translucent notification flashed before his eyes.

You have successfully obtained 38,000 years of lifespan.

Not bad.

Gu An was satisfied.

He wasn’t concerned about the Lifetaking Immortal seeking vengeance. If the Lifetaking Immortal dared to come, Gu An would simply kill him too.

Would a Free Soaring Immortal truly pose a threat to a Mystic Celestial Immortal?

And if an even stronger entity appeared, he would simply retreat if necessary.

For now, it seemed unlikely that the Saint King himself would act directly—it would damage his reputation. If he could intervene personally, why bother enlisting the Grand Cold Demon Sect in the first place?

The fact that the Holy Court had called upon the Grand Cold Demon Sect suggested that even the Saint King harbored concerns about something.

Across the Land

The inferno in the sky persisted for an entire incense stick’s worth of time before it finally dissipated.

The emerald radiance protecting the continent faded into mist, dispersing with the wind.

Night descended.

Though the world was now shrouded in darkness, the hearts of its people remained restless, their emotions still stirred by the events of the day.

Back at the Third Medicine Valley

By the time Gu An returned, Ji Xuanyu had already gone back inside.

With no one else to chat with, he made his way to the chess-playing area.

The gathering place was abuzz with disciples eagerly discussing the celestial phenomenon that had just taken place.

With Qie Wuxing and the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord present, the disciples had a rare opportunity to expand their knowledge. They listened intently, eager to learn about the legendary powers of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path.