Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Master, Save Me!

After chatting with Sage Xuan Miao for a while, Gu An asked him to take him to the Medicine Garden for a look.

Sage Xuan Miao had planted a Medicine Garden at the foot of the mountain, quite large in scale, managed by a few minor demons. Gu An began to pick the ripe medicinal herbs and lectured Sage Xuan Miao with a bunch of grand principles.

Sage Xuan Miao listened very attentively to the principles of the Mountain God, feeling that every word contained the true meaning of Dao.

After picking, Gu An took only half, leaving the other half for Sage Xuan Miao to refine elixirs and cultivate.

Although it was not the first time this happened, Sage Xuan Miao was moved every time.

Even though he was a servant, serving for a lifetime, he was actually cultivating under the Mountain God’s guidance, which was a great blessing!

Sage Xuan Miao felt that the Mountain God had an important mission to entrust to him, because the Mountain God said: “When Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility on a man, it first exercises his mind, toils his bones, starves his body, empties him of possession, and disturbs his deeds.”

The planting of medicinal herbs might not be something the Mountain God needed, but rather a way to temper his character.

Regarding the mission that the Mountain God wanted to pass on to him, he had a bold guess, and every time he thought of it, he couldn’t help but feel restless and tried not to think about it.

…

The Medicine Garden of the Mountain God Temple had not yet become a stable source of life span for Gu An. He now mainly relied on Mystic Valley, Eight Scenic Caves, Third Medicine Valley, Tianya Valley, and Nianchu Cave. Each year, he could obtain nearly two hundred thousand years of life span, although there were occasional fluctuations.

His life span had already exceeded five million six hundred thousand years. If nothing unexpected happened, he would reach ten million years in twenty years.

The great calamity of the demons and monsters was unlikely to erupt within twenty years. According to the predictions within the Supreme Sect, it would take at least fifty years for the great calamity of the demons and monsters to erupt.

After returning to Mystic Valley, Gu An continued to act as an ordinary disciple.

It was worth mentioning that Gu Zong had already promoted Gu An to an Inner Sect Disciple, but Gu An still preferred to wander around the Outer City.

He had many friends in the Outer Sect. He was a nostalgic person.

Just like that, another year passed.

Summer arrived.

Gu An was practicing calligraphy in a pavilion in Mystic Valley. While practicing, he was also contemplating the profound formations in the Ziwei Array Chronicles.

Lu Jiujia suddenly came to visit Gu An. Hearing the knock on the door, Gu An let him in.

He closed the door, walked to the desk, and said: “Senior Brother, I have news about Wuxin.”

Wuxin was Gu An’s junior disciple, a spy from the Thousand-Autumn Pavilion. Although Wuxin had left, he had left behind the Daoist Expansion Skill.

Gu An did not look up, continuing to stare at the paper, saying: “Let’s hear it.”

Lu Jiujia immediately said: “Due to the chaos in the Ephemera Sect, the Thousand-Autumn Pavilion has disbanded. I originally thought he had perished, but recently I heard that a young monk has appeared under the Emperor’s command, calling himself Wuxin. This monk acts ruthlessly; he once slaughtered nine thousand soldiers of the Hanlu Dynasty by himself and refined their heads into magic artifacts. This matter has caused a huge sensation in the Immortal Cultivation World. The Emperor, in his quest to unify the world, employs people without regard for morality. Now he has quite a few demon cultivators and ghost cultivators under his command.”

After hearing this, Gu An sighed at Wuxin’s transformation.

As for Wuxin’s actions, he could not comment.

It was worth noting that the Immortal Cultivation World in the nine dynasties had tacitly approved of Li Xuandao’s actions, allowing the dynasties to go to war. But there was one rule: no matter how they fought, the sects were not to be involved. At least, the grudges of the dynasties could not escalate to the sects.

Of course, although the rule was like this, the Supreme Sect would secretly support Li Xuandao, and the Immortal Cultivation Sects of the Hanlu Dynasty would also send aid.

Cultivators from the nine dynasties all hoped that the dynasty which unified the world would be their own dynasty.

Lu Jiujia exclaimed: “Wuxin’s current strength is probably comparable to the Core Formation Realm. Given his talent, he couldn’t be this powerful; he must have practiced some kind of demon skill. Senior Brother, you must be careful if you encounter him in the future.”

He had once strayed onto the demon path and deeply understood the feeling of falling into the demon path, where one would stop at nothing to become stronger. In that state, only oneself was important in their heart.

Gu An nodded, saying: “Don’t worry, I normally won’t leave the Supreme Sect’s territory. He certainly won’t dare to come.”

The Supreme Sect was flourishing. The influence of the Golden List Conference and the works of Pan An brought in more and more disciples to the Supreme Sect. Many powerful loose cultivators also joined the Supreme Sect. Each passing year saw a significant increase in the Supreme Sect’s strength on paper.

The most noticeable point was that Gu An rarely saw demon cultivators infiltrate the Supreme Sect anymore.

After speaking about this matter, Lu Jiujia no longer disturbed Gu An.

Gu An continued practicing calligraphy, thinking that he could showcase his penmanship in the next book.

Such beautiful calligraphy should not be hidden for personal admiration!

Perhaps I am not a genius in immortal cultivation, but I am definitely a genius in calligraphy!

Gu An praised himself in his heart, feeling increasingly joyful.

At that moment.

He suddenly felt someone calling him. He thought it was Sage Xuan Miao, but sweeping his divine sense, he realized Sage Xuan Miao was meditating.

He carefully sensed it and discovered that the call was not from the Mountain God.

It was “Master, save me.”

Hmm?

…

Under the blue sky and white clouds, hundreds of cultivators floated among the mountains, facing a mountain wall and continuously casting spells.

No matter how their spiritual power attacked, they could not shake the mountain wall. Each time it was attacked, the mountain wall would reveal a layer of blue light, blocking all attacks.

An elder flew to the side of a purple-robed man who had not taken action, saying in a deep voice: “Your Highness, the restriction here is too strong. Even I, a Void Crossing Realm cultivator, cannot break it!”

The purple-robed man was a prince of the Tianwei Dynasty, named Si Zong, with cultivation in the First Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

Si Zong’s expression was indifferent as he spoke: “Continue attacking. Even if we cannot break it, we must frighten that kid. My master will arrive soon. Also, have a group spread out to prevent that kid from escaping. He is the Golden List champion of the Supreme Sect. If he escapes this time, it will be difficult to capture him again. Once he grows stronger, he will be a great trouble for Tianwei.”

“Yes!”

The elder accepted the order and left immediately.

Meanwhile.

Inside the mountain wall, through a winding tunnel, in a spacious cave chamber, An Hao was meditating to heal his injuries. Beside him stood a young woman in yellow clothing, richly dressed, with a beautiful face.

“Hey, my second brother’s master is at the Mystic Heart Realm. He is the Supreme Elder of Candle Sky Peak, the number one sect of Tianwei. He will get what he wants. I advise you to open the mountain gate, let him in, and apologize. I can plead for mercy on your behalf to my second brother.”

The young woman in yellow clothing spoke. She was named Si Yan’er, a princess of Tianwei. At this moment, she was standing still, speaking only with her mouth, her body stiff. A talisman paper was stuck to her shoulder.

An Hao kept his eyes closed, ignoring her. His face was pale.

He realized that the situation was critical. He had almost no hope of escaping alive.

While healing, he thought of his master.

His biggest wish was to see his master. Even knowing that his master was Sword Venerable Fudao, he still did not know his master’s true identity.

No one in the Supreme Sect knew who Sword Venerable Fudao really was, not even his second master Lv Baitian.

Because of this, An Hao worked even harder in cultivation.

His true master was stronger than the entire Supreme Sect. If he did not cultivate diligently, how could he satisfy his master?

An Hao felt both unwillingness and a bit of shame.

He hoped that in this critical moment, his master would come to save him.

Although Si Zong had the cultivation of the Divinity Transformation Realm, he could not really harm him. The troublesome thing was that Si Zong could call for help, and he brought a group of high-level cultivators.

This made An Hao feel very frustrated.

He also had backing!

If his master were here, he believed that no matter how many people Si Zong called, it would be useless.

With Si Yan’er’s incessant nagging, his mind was in disarray.

Unable to help it, he opened his eyes, glared at Si Yan’er, and cursed: “If you keep talking, be careful I don’t strip you and have my way with you before I die!”

At these words, Si Yan’er’s face turned pale. She quickly shut her mouth, staring at him with large, aggrieved, and angry eyes.

“Cough, cough…”

An Hao’s anger caused a backflow of blood, leading to a fit of coughing. He disliked spitting blood, so he swallowed the backflowed blood, enduring the discomfort.

Soon, he calmed down and continued to practice and heal his wounds.

An ancient hour later.

Si Yan’er couldn’t help but ask: “Hey, An Hao, do you think that statue is the statue of the cave owner?”

Following her gaze, one could see a stone statue standing in the center of the cave chamber. It depicted an elderly man standing on a tortoise, holding a wooden staff, with a hunched back and a kindly face. Although it was a stone statue, it had a feeling of coming to life.

With eyes closed, An Hao responded: “Perhaps.”

Suddenly, he thought of something and immediately stood up, walking to the statue.

He began to circle the statue, carefully observing.

“Did you discover something?” Si Yan’er asked curiously.

An Hao did not answer her.

At that moment.

A terrifying pressure descended, halting An Hao’s steps and turning his face pale. Si Yan’er was similarly frightened.

“Master, you have finally arrived!”

From outside came Si Zong’s delighted shout. He deliberately spoke loudly, clearly for An Hao and Si Yan’er to hear.

“I didn’t expect this place to hide the grotto heaven remains of an ancient great cultivator. All of you, move aside.”

A cold voice rang out, and An Hao’s expression turned grim upon hearing it.

Si Yan’er gloated: “Hey, are you afraid now? Quickly unseal me. Otherwise, when they break in, you will surely die!”

Rumble——

The cave chamber shook violently, sand and dust fell, as if it would collapse at any moment.

A terrifying divine sense had already penetrated inside, making An Hao’s heart jump and his forehead sweat.

No matter how talented he was, he could not be a match for the Mystic Heart Realm!

Not to mention Mystic Heart Realm, even a Void Crossing Realm could crush him!

At this moment, An Hao could not remain calm. He clenched his fists, inexplicably thinking of his master’s figure.

“Damn it…”

“Master, save me…”

An Hao gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath.

Si Yan’er laughed gleefully upon hearing this: “Isn’t your master the Sect Leader of the Supreme Sect? It’s said he is only at the Unification Realm. He’s not a match for my brother’s master. Besides, he’s far away in the Supreme Sect. He couldn’t possibly come to save you!”

An Hao glared at her, shouting angrily: “The master I speak of is not Lv Baitian!”

Si Yan’er pouted and asked: “Do you have a Mystic Heart Realm master then?”

“I…” An Hao could not answer because he had promised his master not to reveal his master’s existence.

At that moment, a hand pressed on An Hao’s shoulder, startling him. Then he heard a voice that made his eyes redden: “Silly disciple, it’s only been how many years, and you’re already calling for me to save you?”