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

Chapter 592: The Gods of the Great Thousand Worlds

The voice of the eagle-headed demon echoed across the vast underground chamber, but the ancient voice he called Master did not immediately respond.

Long Teng heard the mention of Sword Master of the Dao, but his expression remained unchanged. He made no effort to clarify his connection to Sword Master of the Dao.

A heavy silence settled over the underground hall.

The eagle-headed demon turned to look at Long Teng, who lay on the ground. He lifted his right hand, his palm transforming into a sharp eagle claw, long and razor-sharp, its tips gleaming with cold light.

His gaze bore down on Long Teng with an icy smirk, the killing intent in his eyes completely undisguised.

Long Teng raised his eyes to meet his captor’s, his face calm and composed, showing no trace of fear.

His unwavering demeanor instantly ignited the eagle-headed demon’s fury. His expression twisted with rage, and with a snarl, he swung his claw toward Long Teng.

"Wait!"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

The monstrous stone statue behind them released strands of demonic energy, swiftly condensing into the form of a humanoid demon.This was an old demon dressed in a black robe made of beast hide, hovering midair like a ghost. His long white hair cascaded messily over his face, covering most of his features. His sharp eyes locked onto Long Teng, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

"He is called Long Teng. What is his relation to Long Qing, the Sect Master of Tai Xuan Sect?"

The old demon’s voice was laced with unease. He could not discern Long Teng’s karmic ties, which filled him with a creeping dread. A strong sense of impending disaster loomed over him.

He felt that calamity was approaching.

The eagle-headed demon frowned and turned to his master. "Even if he is connected to Tai Xuan Sect’s Sect Master, so what? When the extraterrestrial forces invaded, Sword Master of the Dao did not intervene. Over the years, members of the Long Family have suffered misfortune, and those who provoked them were not all wiped out."

He knew the identity of Tai Xuan Sect’s Sect Master—a direct disciple of Sword Master of the Dao.

But Sword Master of the Dao had many disciples, and Yang Jian was one of them. Even Yang Jian, who had fought for the Tai Cang Dynasty, had been captured by powerful enemies multiple times, enduring countless near-death crises, yet Sword Master of the Dao had never intervened.

To this day, many of Yang Jian’s enemies remained free. This was why the eagle-headed demon believed his master was being overly cautious.

In fact, he felt that his master had been frightened to the core by Sword Master of the Dao, lacking even the courage of a free immortal.

The black-robed old demon flickered and suddenly appeared in front of Long Teng.

The eagle-headed demon also turned back.

"What is your relationship with the Long Family of Tai Xuan Sect?" the black-robed old demon asked coldly, his piercing gaze locked on Long Teng.

Long Teng snorted. "Kill me if you want. Do as you please!"

He could tell that this demon deeply feared Sword Master of the Dao, but he would not bring shame upon his ancestors.

His bold stance only made the black-robed old demon even more wary.

This was the attitude of someone utterly unafraid, someone who had nothing to fear because they knew they were protected.

The eagle-headed demon scowled. "Master, just let me kill him already!"

The black-robed old demon turned to him with a fierce glare. His voice was cold and deep.

"If you dared to kill him, you would have done it already. Why did you bring him to me? You weren’t certain, were you? You wanted me to bear the pressure for you?"

The eagle-headed demon widened his eyes, wanting to refute the claim, but facing his master’s chilling stare, he swallowed his words.

Truthfully, his master was right.

Though furious, deep down, he wasn’t as dismissive as he pretended to be.

If he truly had no fear of Sword Master of the Dao’s legendary reputation, he would not have stood idly by while Long Teng slaughtered his demon soldiers.

It was only after the fact, as his rage grew, that he stormed into the Tai Cang Dynasty, where he learned that Long Teng was being honored with a title. That was when his anger exploded, and he captured Long Teng in a fit of fury.

After all, as a Divine Thought True Immortal, Long Teng had been utterly powerless before him.

"And you have underestimated the Tai Cang Dynasty. Someone has already caught up to us," the black-robed old demon said coldly. His voice was like frost, sending a chill through the chamber.

The eagle-headed demon’s expression darkened instantly.

The black-robed old demon turned back to look at Long Teng. For some reason, as he gazed at Long Teng’s calm expression, an even deeper sense of unease crept into his heart.

He was growing angry.

Fool!

How could he cause such a massive disaster?

The world was currently in an era of great strife, where supreme treasures emerged one after another. He needed the support of demons, which was why he had backed this eagle-headed disciple.

Now, he regretted it.

Taking a deep breath, the black-robed old demon said, "Send him back! Do not let a single injury befall him!"

"What?!"

The eagle-headed demon's expression changed drastically. He looked at his master in disbelief, eyes filled with fury.

Suddenly, the black-robed old demon erupted with an overwhelming presence, forcing the eagle-headed demon to stumble backward.

"You either send him back, or our master-disciple relationship is severed. I will leave immediately!" The black-robed old demon spoke in an unquestionable tone.

The eagle-headed demon panicked at his words.

Long Teng watched their argument and found it noisy and ridiculous.

Two useless fools.

The reason he remained unshaken after being captured was not because he had some hidden reliance. He wanted to die. He sought to plunge into reincarnation.

Ignoring the two demons, he closed his eyes and focused on comprehending the Heavenly Dragon Reincarnation Divine Aspect.

As for Long Teng's predicament, Gu An merely glanced at it and dismissed it from his thoughts.

Situations like this were common. In the Heavenly Spirit Great World, many of his old acquaintances had experienced similar encounters.

The moment their enemies realized they had a connection to Gu An, they would start hesitating—sometimes even breaking into internal strife.

Gu An was seated in his courtyard, reading. It was once again The Adventures of Green Hero.

Xuan Tianyi had now ascended to the Wandering Immortal Realm, traveling across countless lands. Wherever he went, he recorded his experiences in books. Some were fictional, some were real.

What Gu An admired most about Xuan Tianyi was that he never forgot his original intentions.

No matter how high his cultivation reached, he continued to write the same way he always had—without pretense or exaggeration.

Xuan Tianyi did not write The Adventures of Green Hero to please Gu An. They had not seen each other for years. Xuan Tianyi wrote for himself.

All of Gu An’s copies were purchased from the cultivation world, and he had never given Xuan Tianyi any feedback or suggestions.

Suddenly, An Xin appeared beside him and said, "Master, Qiankun Sect is preparing to compete for an Innate Spirit Tree. Yi Qingshan invited me to help, saying that they would plant the Innate Spirit Tree near our Dao Field if they succeed."

Gu An casually replied, "If you want to go, then go."

He had never been too restrictive with An Xin. Over the years, she had helped Qiankun Sect many times, and her reputation had already spread far and wide.

Of course, the reason Gu An allowed An Xin to act freely was that Qiankun Sect followed a righteous path.

Unlike many sects that pursued nothing but personal gain, Qiankun Sect prioritized protecting life above all else. If a living being was in danger, they would intervene, always prioritizing the preservation of life in every mission.

Upholding justice was the guiding principle for disciples of Qiankun Sect. Many sought to join not just for immortality, but to become immortal heroes.

"Then I'll go. Lately, Ghost Mother and I have been discussing ways to improve the forests surrounding our Dao Field, hoping to plant more medicinal herbs and eventually turn the area into a sacred land for all beings." An Xin smiled softly.

She had already reached the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal Realm and wielded the Six Paths Mirror, a treasure powerful enough to contend with anyone below the Ninth Heaven of the Immortal Dao.

Gu An nodded slightly, his attention still on his book.

An Xin glanced at the cover and muttered to herself, "That book again? How does he never get tired of it?"

After offering a respectful bow to Gu An, she briefly exchanged words with Shen Zhen, who was tending to the artifact-refining cauldron, before leaving.

By evening, Gu An finally put down The Adventures of Green Hero and stood up, stretching his body.

He turned to Shen Zhen and asked, "Want to go out for a walk?"

Shen Zhen looked at him in confusion. "Then who will watch the artifact-refining cauldron?"

"It doesn't actually need someone watching. Even without supervision, the Dao Treasure will still successfully condense," Gu An replied casually.

Shen Zhen's eyes widened in shock. She almost cursed.

Suppressing her frustration, she asked, "Then where do you want to take me?"

Gu An responded, "To meet the gods of the Great Thousand Worlds."

"Gods?"

Shen Zhen's irritation faded, replaced by curiosity.