If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 1082 Suppressing the Holy Venerable
"Mother, I'm back!"

The figure running from afar hadn't even reached the old woman's house when his voice came first, his tone excited.

The old woman looked at him, her expression becoming agitated, tears welling up in her cloudy eyes, and she walked forward shakily.

Gu An did not turn around, because he knew that the person who came was the old woman's son, and the future of this mother and son was in his eyes.

The mother and son were reunited after a long separation, creating a touching scene. They embraced and wept, expressing the longing they had accumulated over the years.

The Great Xuan Yin Sovereign asked, "Master, could this boy have a very important background?"

The returning man was dressed in plain clothes and had a robust build, but his face was unkempt, suggesting he had been through a lot. In fact, he was not yet thirty years old.

Faced with his elderly mother, he couldn't hold back his emotions and began to wail.

Gu An smiled and said, "His background is quite impressive. He is also one of the saints who have their eyes on the Heavenly Dao. However, he has not yet awakened his original will and is not his true self."

The Great Xuan Yin Ruler was taken aback and asked in surprise, "What kind of method is this? He clearly has no karmic connection to a saint."

He could see through all the cause and effect of the man at a glance, including the cause and effect of his past life. In his opinion, this man named Zhou Qiao was extremely mediocre and ordinary in every life.

"Even you can't detect it, let alone the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Emperor."

Gu An's answer sent chills down the spine of the Great Xuan Yin Ruler. He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if a saint were reincarnated in his own Dao Universe.

If this Zhou Qiao becomes an immortal in the future, wouldn't he be able to stand before the Heavenly Emperor?

At that time, the Heavenly Emperor would certainly not fear Zhou Qiao, but would only despise and pity him.

"Which sage is so...so powerful?"

The Great Xuan Yin Ruler asked, wanting to say that it was so despicable, but feeling it was inappropriate, since saints each had their own methods, which should be beyond imagination.

He couldn't help but look at Gu An. All the methods of a saint could not escape the eyes of this person. What kind of realm could achieve this?
By following this being, could I also have the opportunity to surpass the saints?
The Great Xuan Yin Ruler felt a surge of desire and decided to perform even better than the Hong Qian Ancestor!

He would be thrilled even if he could only surpass the current mid-stage, let alone surpass the saint.

Just as the Great Xuan Yin Sovereign was lost in thought, the old woman came over with Zhou Qiao and introduced them to each other.

The mother and son couldn't hear the sage's conversation at all.

Even though Gu An's attitude was very gentle, Zhou Qiao was still wary of them.

Zhou Qiao thought he was worldly-wise, and he could tell at a glance that Gu An and his companion were no ordinary people. How could such people stoop to live in his dilapidated home and even do farm work for his mother?

How can it be?

However, after exchanging a few words with Gu An, Zhou Qiao inexplicably developed a liking for Gu An and even believed that he was a good person.

The concept of first impressions is quite mysterious. At least Zhou Qiao believed in it. The reason he was able to return alive from the outside world was because he had made many good friends.

He relied on loyalty when he traveled the world, and it was precisely because he failed to live up to that loyalty that he fled back to his hometown in a sorry state.

After chatting for a while, Zhou Qiao and Gu An began to address each other as brothers. Zhou Qiao wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the guy named Xuan Yin didn't like him.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it, as he could tell that Xuan Yin was just Gu An's servant.

Why bother arguing with slaves who have no freedom?
Upon hearing his thoughts, the Great Xuan Yin Ruler almost laughed in anger.

The Great Xuan Yin Ruler did not feel that getting angry with Zhou Qiao was beneath the dignity of a saint, after all, this guy was also a saint.

The old woman was relieved to see her son chatting happily with the guests. She could tell that her son had not had an easy time these past few years, but she didn't want to ask him directly. She wanted him to relax first.

They chatted until noon, when the old woman invited them to lunch and brought out some old wine that had been buried for many years.

Gu An and Zhou Qiao exchanged drinks, and after a couple of cups, Zhou Qiao began to pour out his heart. His painful past was nothing more than grudges and debts, which Gu An didn't care about, as long as he hadn't done anything evil.

If Zhou Qiao hadn't shown his chivalrous spirit, Gu An wouldn't have come in person.

Boom——

A bolt from the blue suddenly appeared, interrupting Zhou Qiao's words. The old woman, who was weeping, was also startled. She looked up, thinking it was going to rain.

As a result, the sky remained clear, with no sign of rain and not even a single cloud in sight.

Seeing that it wasn't raining, Zhou Qiao continued to complain.

The Great Xuan Yin Ruler then turned his gaze to the Heavenly Court; the Heavenly Emperor had returned.

When he actually saw the Heavenly Emperor return, the Great Xuan Yin Ruler was still somewhat moved. This newly promoted saint was truly amazing, winning in his first encounter with a saint.

Upon returning to the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor ceased his plans and immediately began purging heretics. He eliminated all immortals, gods, and beings who pursued the Sacred Path of Luo Xu, and deliberately left behind a group of outliers to deter the Heavenly Dao and all living beings.

The Great Xuan Yin Ruler turned his gaze to Gu An, curious about how Gu An planned to capture the Execution Dao Saint Venerable.

Just like he had dealt with him before, he raised his sword, and the Executioner Saint fell to his blade.

He felt that Gu Anzhen could do it. Even when he wasn't in the Chaos, he was drawn in. That kind of ability was unimaginable, and even a sage couldn't understand it.

Gu An seemed oblivious to the Heavenly Emperor's return and continued chatting with Zhou Qiao.

Once the food got cold, flies started to swarm in. That's how it is in mountain villages; there are so many mosquitoes. Zhou Qiao hadn't finished speaking when he waved his hand and excitedly continued his story.

Gu An was also kind and warm-hearted, and reached out to help him.

Snap!
Gu An slammed his right hand on the table. Although Zhou Qiao was a little drunk, he saw Gu An's action and laughed, "Brother, aren't you afraid of getting your hands dirty? You look like a rich young master."

The old woman got up, preparing to bring water to help Gu An wipe himself down.

Gu An stopped, wiped his hands on the Great Xuan Yin Sovereign beside him, and laughed, "Isn't that better?"

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qiao couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, finding him quite amusing.

The Great Xuan Yin Ruler's body stiffened, not because he disliked the fly's blood, but because Gu An hadn't actually swatted a fly.

It is the Holy Venerable of Punishment!

At this moment, the Executioner Saint Venerable, smaller than a fly, lay on the table, with a pool of blood beneath him, and the bowls and chopsticks around him were enormous to him.

The Holy Venerable of Punishment trembled all over, looking at Gu An in disbelief.

He had no idea what was going on.

He was just about to find a place to recuperate when a terrifying force pressed down on him, causing even this saint to lose consciousness for a moment. He only woke up when the excruciating pain struck.

He couldn't move; he felt his body cracking and his soul being torn apart, and he was in excruciating pain.

"you……"

The Holy Venerable of Punishment wanted to speak, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Seeing his miserable state, the Great Xuan Yin Ruler felt a chill run down his spine.

The sage was far too weak in Gu An's hands, no different from an ordinary person.

Now, in comparison, being beheaded and having his head stomped on by Gu An is hardly a humiliation.

(End of this chapter)