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

Chapter 442 Wanjian Mountain

In front of a mountain on the north side of the Third Medicine Valley, Gu An and An Xin stood side by side, watching their disciples plant swords one by one on the mountain.

The mountain was barren, devoid of any flowers or plants. Its rocks were red and were not formed naturally. Instead, they were made from special stone that Gu An had purchased. This type of stone was often used to make array platforms, magical artifacts, and the like.

An Xin turned to look at Gu An and asked curiously, "Master, did you create this sword mountain to leave behind a legacy?"

Gu An smiled and said, "You'll know later."

Seeing how mysteriously he spoke, Anxin became even more curious about the sword mountain ahead.

Gu An raised his hand and waved, and a stone tablet flew out, landing in front of Sword Mountain and embedding itself in the soil. He then waved his hand in the air, using his finger as a pen to carve words on the stone tablet.

Anxin looked closely and could feel a powerful aura from Gu An's handwriting. She couldn't describe the aura in words, and for some reason, she felt a sense of loneliness.

Ten Thousand Swords Mountain!
Gu An didn't write "Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Range" directly because he was afraid of directly infringing on cause and effect. Omitting a single word might seem superfluous, but in reality, it makes a world of difference.

Different worlds have many Wanjian Mountain Ranges, and also many Wanjian Mountains.

As soon as the three characters "Wan Jian Shan" were carved, An Xin suddenly felt that this sword mountain had become divine.

Even though there were many other disciples planting their swords on the mountain, she felt that she was different from everyone else.

"Once they're done with their work, no disciple is allowed to set foot here again."

After saying these words, Gu An turned and left.

An Xin stood still, continuing to admire Wanjian Mountain. She always felt that this mountain held some secrets.

In the following days, Wanjian Mountain became a frequent topic of conversation among the disciples and visiting cultivators in the valley. The name Wanjian Mountain itself sounded very imposing, not to mention that Valley Master Gu An was related to the Sword Venerable Fudao, which made them take it seriously.

The news also spread to the Tai Xuan Sect.

Since Gu An claimed to be the Sword Master of the Dao, his fame has skyrocketed. Major families have investigated him, and Pan An's true identity can no longer be hidden. Because it is Pan An, the major families have begun to have their disciples study books such as Investiture of the Gods, Journey to the West, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. They believe that the Sword Master of the Dao must be trying to convey something to them through Pan An.

Even if they think otherwise, if they can memorize Pan An's book, they will have something to say when facing the Sword Master Fudao in the future, so it can't hurt.

This day, at noon.

Outside the Tai Xuan Gate.

An Hao led Jue Luo Sword Lord out of the forest. He turned to look at Jue Luo Sword Lord and said, "I only know that my master is in Tai Xuan Sect. I don't know exactly who he is. If he wants to see you, he will find you. Remember, do not harm any of the sect's disciples."

The Sword Lord of Jueluo snorted, "How could I, a Sword Lord of the Great Hong Sword Heaven, harm mortals?"

He transformed into a streak of sword light and fled towards the Tai Xuan Sect.

An Hao followed after him, but could no longer find the aura of the Absolute Sword Lord.

Therefore, An Hao decided to go to the Third Medicine Valley to see An Xin first.

Half an incense stick's time later, An Hao landed on a mountaintop, from which he could overlook the entire Third Medicine Valley.

Compared to many years ago, the Third Medicine Valley is more prosperous and imposing. Every mountain in the surrounding area is covered with formations, and you can see the disciples working and cultivating in the valley.

"Things have truly changed."

An Hao muttered to himself, his tone filled with emotion.

He suddenly panicked, fearing that Anxin was no longer there.

Just as he was about to jump down, he heard a noise beside him. He glanced over and saw a man and a rat running towards him. He remembered the rat; it was Gu An's White Spirit Rat. The Tai Xuan Sect had quite a few, but he had never seen any White Spirit Rat as fat as Gu An's, so he always remembered it.

Behind the white rat was a robust young man.

An Hao raised an eyebrow the moment he saw the other person.

This guy looks a bit like Gu An, which makes him feel a little dazed.

Most importantly, this boy has no spiritual power, but his physique is incredibly strong. He even felt that this boy possessed the physique of the Nirvana Realm.

An Hao became interested in Long Qing. He didn't care when the white spirit rat ran past him, his eyes fixed on Long Qing.

The white spirit rat suddenly stopped, turned its head to look at An Hao, its eyes full of suspicion.

It felt as if it had seen this person somewhere before.

When Long Qing saw An Hao's gaze, he slowed his pace. In front of outsiders, he had to maintain his dignity and not embarrass the Third Medicine Valley.

He approached An Hao, clasped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "I am Long Qing, a disciple of the Third Medicine Valley. May I ask your name, fellow disciple? Are you here to enter the Third Medicine Valley?"

The Third Medicine Valley now enjoys a great reputation and high status within the Tai Xuan Sect. As a disciple of the Third Medicine Valley, even a menial disciple, one can face anyone with confidence.

An Hao sized up Long Qing and asked, "What is your relationship with Gu An?"

Hearing the other party address his master by his full name and noting his extraordinary demeanor, Long Qing guessed that An Hao and his master had a close relationship. So he replied, "He is my master. Are you looking for him? He just went out today and should be back before evening. I'll take you into the valley."

“Master? Why do I feel like you’re his descendant?” An Hao said with a smile.

Hearing this, Long Qing was not angry, because many people had said the same thing, and he had also doubted it, but Gu An denied that they were related by blood. In the end, he could only attribute it to the fact that he had been with his master for a long time and that his appearance and temperament had been influenced by him.

Long Qing shook his head and said, "No, I wish it were so."

An Hao didn't press further, nor did he notice the hint of dejection in his tone. An Hao smiled and said, "Punch me once. If you hurt me, I'll teach you a physical supernatural power that you can use without spiritual energy."

Long Qing frowned and said, "Isn't that a bad idea?"

Supernatural powers?
Do I only have one master?
He had already learned supernatural powers from Shenxinzi, but in his opinion, supernatural powers were not that powerful.

An Hao raised his hand, asking provocatively, "You're not afraid, are you? You possess such a powerful physique, yet you dare not make a move. Wouldn't that be a waste of the blessings bestowed upon you by the heavens?"

Upon hearing this, Long Qing's anger flared up immediately.

He raised his right hand, slowly clenched his fist, and a visible surge of energy surrounded his fist. His robes began to billow, his long hair danced, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

His expression turned cold, making An Hao feel that he was more like Gu An.

Long Qing said coldly, "If I cripple you, you'd better not regret it!"

An Hao laughed arrogantly, "You want to cripple me? You couldn't do it even if you cultivated for another 100,000 years!"

A cold glint flashed in Long Qing's eyes. He took a step forward, his right fist behind him, his body like a drawn bow, and his fist punched out from his waist, all the strength in his body flowing into his fist.

He could sense that An Hao was very strong, and in order not to lose face, he naturally had to go all out.

The punch was delivered with a booming sound like muffled thunder, startling the disciples of Medicine Valley in the distance. Whether they were on the mountain or in the valley, they all turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came.

An Xin, who was cultivating under the Xuanqing Tree, also opened her eyes and looked over, her delicate brows furrowing.

(End of this chapter)