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

Chapter 165 Demon Invasion, Hunting Down the Mountain!
It's the end of the year.

When Gu An arrived at the outer city, he found that the disciples all over the streets were discussing the deeds of the Sword Master Fudao in killing the Six-Headed Flood Dragon. Some stalls even started selling dolls of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, as well as various pictures of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, including portraits of his death.

Looking at those portraits, he inexplicably thought of Shen Zhen.

Shen Zhen is still in seclusion. If she hadn't gone into seclusion, she might have been inspired by this incident.

Having not seen her for many years, Gu An suddenly felt a pang of longing.

He didn't miss her as a person, but rather her creative talent.

He didn't want Shen Zhen to stop writing, as long as the next book didn't use him as a subject.

Gu An began to wander around the city, listening to his disciples praise the Sword Master Fudao. He felt secretly pleased, and the lingering worries in his heart were also relieved.

The demons of the North have been wiped out, and no great demon king comparable to the Six-Headed Flood Dragon has appeared. Everything seems to be developing in a positive direction.

Gu An knew that the great calamity of demons was still approaching. Now, not only in the northern border of the Great Jiang Dynasty, but also in human territory, demons were constantly invading. From east to west, demons were invading all the territories near the demon lands, but the scale was not large, so that the various sects could not completely stop them.

Fortunately, the number of demons that have infiltrated so far is not large, at least not enough to shake the foundation of the eight dynasties, so Gu An can still survive.

After wandering around for a long time, Gu An finally went to the library to hand over the books.

What happened next left Gu An both amused and exasperated.

Grand Elder Feng Shang hopes that Gu An can write the image of the Sword Master Fudao into the shattered void, thus beautifying his appearance. This is the sect's wish.

Gu An pretended to be hesitant, and then Feng Shang said that the sect had prepared one hundred sixth-grade medicinal herb seeds for him, so he could only reluctantly agree.

……

With the arrival of the Spring Festival, neither Ye Lan nor Zhen Qin returned this year. Gu An spent the festival with his disciples, but it felt less festive than in previous years.

This made him suddenly feel a little panicked.

Years later, if all his loved ones have passed away, will the Spring Festival no longer be a happy holiday for him, but instead filled with sorrow?
When he arrived at Nianchu Cave late at night, this feeling began to subside.

In any case, Tian Yao'er can accompany him for at least 18,000 years. If she can undergo Nirvana within this timeframe, she can accompany him for even longer.

However, he also needs to learn to adjust himself and take a more detached view of worldly affairs in order to attain enlightenment.

At the stone table, Gu An and Tian Yao'er started roasting lamb legs. The two chatted and laughed, and Tian Yao'er always had endless things to say to him, creating a strong festive atmosphere for the Spring Festival.

"By the way, Master, I've been hearing a strange sound lately, as if it's coming from outside. Could it be that a demon has discovered our cave?" Tian Yao'er suddenly asked. Her mouth was full of oil and her face was still covered in sauce. Her frown made Gu An want to laugh.

Gu An replied, "Don't worry, no demons will break in. I've seen the owner of that voice before; it's just temporarily residing on Tianhuang Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Tian Yao'er was immediately relieved.

"By the way, Master, where did you go after you left the cave? Did you go back to live among humans?" Tian Yao'er asked.

"Yes, I have other cave dwellings that need to be taken care of."

"Huh? Master, you don't have other demons you're raising, do you?"

"There are a few, but none of them are as powerful as you."

Are there female banshees?

"How is that possible? Those monsters are of low aptitude and cannot even transform into human form."

"That's good. Master, do you have a cultivation partner?"

Tian Yao'er seemed to have opened a floodgate of questions, relentlessly pressing for answers.

Gu An raised an eyebrow beneath his mask and asked, "Where did you learn about Lu?"

Tian Yao'er took a bite of mutton and mumbled, "From the books you left behind, do you have a Daoist partner?"

Gu An replied, "Of course not."

Tian Yao'er's face lit up with joy, but Gu An's next words made her face fall: "However, there are several women who may become my Daoist partners, and I am also troubled, not knowing who to choose?"

Tian Yao'er put down the lamb leg, wiped the dirt off her face, and asked earnestly, "Master, do you think I'm good enough?"

Gu An glanced at her and said irritably, "What? You want to take my place?"

"No... I just looked at the standards for Daoist partners in the book and felt that I could be one too. And I will never betray you like the Daoist partners in the book. I will definitely live and die with you in the future!" Tian Yao'er hurriedly explained.

You want to live and die with me? I don't want to.

I am destined to live forever!

Gu An was determined to live longer than heaven and earth, so he wouldn't be moved by such words.

He said irritably, "Focus on your cultivation, little demon. Don't let your mind wander. Whether you're human or demon, cultivation should be your priority. Feelings are just a secondary pursuit."

"Alright, then what are your requirements for a cultivation partner, Master?"

"I was just kidding you. I'm not looking for a Daoist partner. If I did, I'd have to send her to her grave later, and that would be so painful."

"That seems to make some sense."

"I'm having you read books so you can experience the various aspects of life. Don't think about matters of the heart anymore."

"Mmm, I don't want feelings, but if Master wants, I'm ready anytime!"

Seeing Tian Yao'er's serious expression, Gu An's gaze couldn't help but move downwards, but he quickly looked away after only one glance.

He changed the subject, talking about cultivation. Tian Yao'er pouted, feeling annoyed, but still listened attentively. She could only see Gu An twice a month, so she cherished their time together.

……

After the New Year, the name of the Sword Master Fudao had spread throughout the world. The Taixuan Sect was not idle either, and began to issue a large number of missions to slay demons and eliminate evil. More and more disciples began to go down the mountain to save the people of the world.

Xuan Valley, inside the pavilion.

Gu An is weaving a robe for himself. He doesn't need to meditate or practice breathing exercises on a regular basis, so he has a lot of time to pursue his interests, and clothing making was one of his past hobbies.

The reason he was knitting a set of clothes was because he was preparing to go down the mountain to slay demons and monsters.

First, to help the people; second, to take the opportunity to accumulate lifespan and strive to reach a lifespan of tens of millions of years as soon as possible.

He also wanted to experience the lives of Ye Lan and Zhen Qin.

Finally, Gu An finished weaving the robe, put it into his storage bag, and then picked up the Qinghong Sword and walked out of the pavilion.

He said goodbye to Lu Jiujia and then left Xuan Valley.

Lu Jiujia wasn't curious about where he went, since he would leave Xuan Valley every few days. In the eyes of the disciples in the valley, their master was a very busy person.

……

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Gu An stood on the cliff. He wore a dark purple robe with a belt around his waist. The robe was embroidered with a dark red phoenix, and the Qinghong sword was hanging at his waist.

He took out a theatrical mask, put it on his face, and then took out a straw hat and placed it on his head.

He made some adjustments and then used his divine sense to observe his own image.

She has a great figure and an impressive aura!

Like a chivalrous knight-errant!
Gu An leaped into the forest and quickly disappeared from sight.

A hundred miles away, a battle was raging in the mountains. Caravans were parked, and a dozen or so guards were fighting against monsters attacking from all directions. Behind the caravans was a horse-drawn carriage, the horses were terrified and neighing incessantly, and inside the carriage was a mother and child, clinging tightly to each other.

These bodyguards were not cultivators, but martial artists, and were no match for the demonic beasts.

Just when the bodyguards were in despair, a gust of wind struck.

Immediately afterwards, a figure rushed out from the nearby forest, moving like a cunning rabbit and wielding a sword like the wind, slaying a demon with each strike. In less than three breaths, all nine demonic beasts were dead.

The bodyguards turned their heads to look, and could only barely make out a dark red phoenix embroidered on the other person's back. Before they could speak, the other person quickly left.

"Amazing!"

"Was that person a cultivator?"

"Nonsense, what martial artist has that kind of skill?"

"That's amazing. I didn't even see how he made his move."

"Me too. I don't know which sect or school he belongs to. When I was young, I went to the Ancient Hao Sect to become an apprentice, but unfortunately I didn't have any spiritual roots and was rejected."

Meanwhile, in the mountains, Gu An overheard their conversation, and a slight smile appeared on his lips beneath his mask.

The feeling of saving people this way is quite good, and it may not be as satisfying as killing the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.

And so, Gu An began his journey of hunting demons. The demons he killed were all those that attacked people, so every time he took action, he was able to save lives.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I wonder if this counts in this world?
Anyway, Gu An felt relieved. He had killed one demon and saved one person. Good and evil canceled each other out, so he shouldn't be burdened by sins.

……

Late at night.

A group of monks sat in meditation in the mountains and forests, with campfires scattered around them, and five or six people sitting around each fire.

Ye Lan and Zhen Qin were also there. Ye Lan was closing her eyes to absorb energy, while Zhen Qin was discussing with the disciples next to her the demons they had recently encountered and the affairs of the cultivation world.

"I wonder what kind of form that six-headed dragon Luo is. I heard that it ate five Xuanxin Realm cultivators alive," Zhen Qin said softly, her face full of curiosity and fear.

Upon hearing her mention the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, the other disciples immediately became excited and began discussing the Sword Venerable Fudao.

After slaying the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, the Sword Master Fudao's reputation in the cultivation world reached its peak. Just how strong he was became the most curious thing for cultivators all over the world.

It seems that no matter how strong the opponent is, the Sword Master Fudao can always easily kill them.

As they chatted, they started talking about some of the most exciting things that happened in the world of cultivation.

"Su Han, the Sword of Hatred, recently devoured the spiritual power of twenty Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. It is said that he is about to enter the Divine Transformation Realm. What kind of demonic art is he cultivating?" a male disciple said worriedly.

They spend most of their time slaying demons and monsters, so they are very worried about encountering Su Han.

Hearing them discuss Su Han, Zhen Qin's mood immediately plummeted.

"What? You want to know what kind of cultivation technique Su Han practices? Well, you're in luck. We'll let you know tonight."

A chilling laugh suddenly echoed through the mountains and forests, startling the disciples of the Enforcement Hall to their feet. Ye Lan was no exception; she drew her White Spirit Sword and stood ready for battle.

"Ready to fight!"

Ye Lan said in a deep voice, and the disciples took out their magical artifacts and quickly gathered together.

Looking around, the mountains and forests under the cover of night were so quiet, with mist rising in the depths, and no one could be seen.

Ye Lan suddenly looked in one direction, her delicate brows furrowed, as did the others. They saw figures walking out of the darkness, and upon closer inspection, they realized that these figures were carrying a coffin!
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