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

Chapter 202: Your Martial Uncle’s Name is Gu An—Do You Know Him?

“The world is in peril—how can we cultivators sit idly by? This has nothing to do with cultivation level; it’s about integrity!”

Li Ya spoke without turning his head, his voice firm and resolute, making Zhang Bukui feel a bit ashamed.

In terms of awareness and responsibility, he truly fell short compared to Li Ya.

“Of course, if there happens to be an opportunity for fortune, that’d be even better. Let’s give it a shot. The more people there are, the easier it is to blend in. At least we won’t be immediate targets,” Li Ya’s tone shifted as he continued.

Zhang Bukui’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t argue.

Stretching his arms, he said, “Li Bro, I think my old injury is acting up again.”

“Hold it in. You think your injuries are worse than mine? A real man doesn’t fear a scar the size of a bowl! If you’re scared, you’ll lose for life!”

Li Ya snorted, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the leaves, staring at the rolling demonic clouds in the sky.

After being companions for so long, he knew that if he were to abandon Li Ya now, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Forget it—he only had this one brother in life. If they had to march into hell together, so be it!

Convincing himself, Zhang Bukui asked, “Li Bro, do you think that Blood Prison Great Saint we met before is still around? He’s an ascended being—shouldn’t he be looking for a sect to settle in?”

Li Ya replied casually, “Of course. No one can survive in the cultivation world alone. The Grand Ascension Stage may sound powerful, but it’s far from invincible. With his abilities, I’d bet he’s already being worshipped as an elder somewhere, living far more comfortably than us.”

“True.”

Zhang Bukui sighed in amazement. Without a sect backing him, he knew how difficult it was to survive in the cultivation world.

The two chatted as they continued forward. Overhead, the demonic clouds spread further, as if an impending catastrophe was sweeping across the mortal realm.

Gu An rode atop the Blood Prison Great Saint, heading toward the Pavilion District, his divine sense already locked onto the depths of the Demonic Lands.

On a barren wasteland, the earth had cracked like a spider web, thick demonic energy seeping from the fissures and rising into the sky. It was a magnificent yet oppressive sight, as if an unparalleled demon was about to break free from the ground.

Near the Dread Demon’s Sealed Land, about fifty thousand miles away, a group of cultivators was constructing a teleportation platform atop a cliff. Gu An recognized them as Seven-Star Spirit Realm cultivators, among them Ji Xuanling.

At the edge of the cliff, Ji Xuanling frowned deeply.

A woman in white approached him with a playful smile. “What’s wrong? Are you scared?”

Ji Xuanling glanced at her coldly and replied indifferently, “No matter how strong the Dread Demon is, can it be stronger than the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path? I’ve been to the Taixuan Sect.”

“That’s different. Those two have never fought. Besides, when you went to Taixuan Sect, the Sword Sovereign had no reason to strike you down,” the woman in white countered, shaking her head.

Ji Xuanling ignored her and continued gazing forward.

She went on, “Elder Lin is here too. He’s a Scattered Immortal. With him, this calamity should pass.”

“Elder Lin?”

Ji Xuanling’s frown deepened, and his unsettling suspicion grew stronger.

All his life, he had believed the Seven-Star Spirit Realm was the ultimate holy land and took pride in being born there. But lately, more and more things were making him doubt it—secrets so dark they could overturn the realm’s reputation as a sacred land.

This realization was devastating to him.

What tormented him even more was that he had guessed the truth, yet he didn’t dare expose it. Instead, he had to follow orders.

Boom—!

Thunder rumbled within the demonic clouds above, as if an ancient demon god was growling, unsettling all living beings.

Gu An watched for a long time before dismounting when they arrived at the Pavilion District.

Though cultivators from all over the world were heading north—including the demon clans, who were mobilizing troops—Gu An remained unhurried.

He suspected that the Seven-Star Spirit Realm wanted to personally destroy the Dread Demon to bolster their reputation. However, the demon’s growing strength might disrupt their plan.

Unless the Seven-Star Spirit Realm sent out a Roving Immortal, they might not be able to subdue the demon.

This was a perfect opportunity to test their true strength.

Within a month, the Three Dynasties’ cultivators had gathered en masse, while the Dread Demon’s aura neared the Roving Immortal Realm, leaving all cultivators terrified.

Not only did no one dare to investigate personally, but even divine senses avoided probing the demonic land.

On the barren land beneath the cliffs, the Taixuan Sect cultivators had gathered, erecting towers and forming protective arrays.

Lü Baitian stood on a tower, gazing at the Seven-Star Spirit Realm’s stronghold in the distance.

Unlike the Three Dynasties’ sects, who clustered together below, the Seven-Star Spirit Realm remained aloof, perched above all others.

Ji Hantian approached Lü Baitian and whispered, “There’s still no sign of Xuantian Yi. Could he have truly fallen in the demonic land?”

He frowned deeply.

Xuantian Yi was the Taixuan Sect’s most exceptional talent in millennia, their strongest known cultivator. Losing him would be like shattering half of the sect’s foundation.

“No matter what, we must prepare for the worst,” Lü Baitian said gravely.

Ji Hantian scrutinized him.

After a long silence, he finally asked, “Sect Master, are you hiding something from me? If Xuantian Yi is truly dead, why are you so calm?”

Lü Baitian shook his head and turned to leave.

In the distance, Li Ya and Zhang Bukui entered the Taixuan Sect encampment. Zhang Bukui scanned the surroundings, brimming with curiosity.

“I heard the Taixuan Sect is accepting demon clan disciples now. Why don’t you join? I can introduce you,” Li Ya chuckled.

Zhang Bukui’s face lit up. “Really?”

Seeing his excitement, Li Ya raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so eager? When I introduced you to Cang Heaven Sect cultivators, you weren’t this thrilled.”

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Bukui admitted, “To be honest, my father was an Outer Sect errand disciple of the Taixuan Sect. I grew up listening to his stories about it, so I’ve always admired the sect.”

Knowing Zhang Bukui’s tragic past, Li Ya had never pressed him on personal matters.

But now, he asked, “What was your father’s name? I also started as an Outer Sect errand disciple—I might’ve known him.”

Zhang Bukui turned to him and said, “His name was Zhang Chunqiu.”

“What?!”

Li Ya stopped in his tracks, stunned.

Zhang Bukui grew excited. “Li Bro, you know him?”

Li Ya’s shock quickly turned to sorrow—Zhang Chunqiu had passed away long ago.

“Your father worked in Medicine Valley as an errand disciple? When I entered the valley, he was my senior brother,” Li Ya said with mixed emotions.

Zhang Bukui was even more excited. “I can’t believe we had this connection all along!”

“By the way, you once mentioned having a martial uncle. What’s his name? My senior brother never told me about him,” Li Ya asked.

Then, suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Wait…

Wouldn’t this mess up their seniority?

Zhang Bukui answered, “My martial uncle’s name is Gu An. Do you know him?”

“Gu… Junior Brother Gu?!”

Li Ya was dumbfounded.