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

Chapter 758 Dao Ji's Discourse
Time continues to flow rapidly, and heroes emerge in the ever-flowing river of time. Some are defeated and die, while others continue to forge ahead.

The chaotic world is unbearable for mortals, but for many cultivators it is a rare opportunity. However, such opportunities often hide a deadly abyss behind them.

Another million years have passed.

Gu An, who is already 11.56 million years old, is instructing a seventh-generation disciple in cultivation.

That's right, Wushi has already reached the seventh generation. Since disciples are allowed to take on apprentices, Gu An didn't restrict his later grand-disciples from taking on apprentices too much. There was only one requirement: he could only take on one apprentice. Once the first apprentice had become successful, they could talk about taking on a second apprentice.

Although Wushi does not fight with the secular world, the towering Gate of Myriad Realms represents the pride of all his disciples. Even without Gu An's instructions, they are very strict in accepting disciples. Ordinary geniuses are not even worthy of their attention. They only accept those who can compete for the top spot among their peers.

Duan Li was very excited. He never expected that he would be noticed by the Master Wushi while practicing in the forest today, and that the Master would give him guidance. He was so excited that he felt dizzy. He didn't hear many of Gu An's words clearly, and his mind was like mush.

Gu An was helpless. Why was this kid so easily agitated? He didn't even hear what he was saying before daring to respond to him.

"If you don't settle down soon, I'm leaving," Gu An said sternly, startling Duan Li awake.

What am I doing!
Duan Li broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "Master, I was wrong. I was just too excited. I really didn't mean to..."

He was so anxious he was almost in tears.

In the decades since the Wushi Daoist Temple was established, he had only met Gu An a few times. This was the first time he had spoken with Gu An and even received guidance on his cultivation. If he angered Gu An, his master, grandmaster, and great-grandmaster would probably not forgive him.

"How about this, I'll teach you a completely new cultivation technique?" Gu An suddenly said.

Duan Li dared not refuse and quickly thanked Gu An.

Gu An let Duan Li kneel down. He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Duan Li's forehead. As soon as Duan Li looked up, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he fell into a daze.

Gu An stopped, walked around him, and headed out of the dojo. Today was another day to pick ripe medicinal herbs.

Half an hour later, Duan Li trembled and woke up as if from a dream. He quickly stood up, looked around, and called out to the patriarch.

"What's all the noise about? How dare you call someone 'patriarch' so casually?"

An impatient voice came from behind, and a figure emerged from the depths of the woods. When Duan Li saw the person's face, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly bowed.

"Grandmaster Lü!"

Duan Li said respectfully, his body tense.

Lu Xian walked up to him and asked with a displeased look, "Why are you calling him 'Ancestor'?"

Today, having nothing to do, he decided to wander around and ended up in this forest by some strange twist of fate. He didn't have a deep impression of Duan Li, only remembering that he was a seventh-generation disciple, since there were quite a few disciples of the Wushi lineage.

"My ancestor passed on a cultivation technique to me before, and I would like to thank him for it," Duan Li answered truthfully. There was no precedent of fratricide within the Wushi Sect, so Duan Li had no reservations about his teachers. He answered whatever his ancestor asked.

"Oh?"

Lu Xian raised an eyebrow. He believed that Duan Li wouldn't make things up. After all, this was the Wushi Dao Temple. It was just that his master hadn't taken on any disciples for many years, let alone guided his grand-disciples in cultivation.

Could this child be different from ordinary people?
Duan Li felt very uncomfortable under his gaze. He wanted to escape, but dared not offend Lü Xian.

Lu Xian couldn't see anything special about Duan Li, so he casually asked, "What's the name of the martial art your master taught you?"

The master created many techniques, and one can infer the degree to which the master valued this child from the different techniques.

“It’s called the Reversal of Fate Divine Skill,” Duan Li replied cautiously.

"A divine skill that defies fate!" Lu Xian was stunned, standing frozen in place.

Isn't this the same cultivation technique that his father, Lü Baitian, practiced?
His father had been dead for a long time, and he rarely even thought about him.

From childhood, he harbored hatred for his father's estrangement because of the other souls hidden within him. He even wanted to kill his father with his own hands. However, he gradually came to see things more clearly.

Because he was busy making his way in the world, he missed his father's funeral. He seemed indifferent, but in reality, it left a thorn in his heart.

I never expected my master would still remember my father...

Lu Xian recalled that a long time ago, Lu Baitian often discussed with him how to cultivate Gu An into the next sect leader.

Those years were so long ago that he had almost forgotten the specifics of the time, and his father's face had become blurry.

"Grandmaster Lü? What's wrong?"

Duan Li asked nervously, his heart filled with unease. Could it be that the Reversal of Fate Divine Skill had some great background?

He believed that the patriarch would not harm him, but he was afraid that the power he had acquired was too great for him to bear.

Lu Xian came to his senses and gave a complicated smile. He said, "It's nothing. Just focus on your cultivation. You are very fortunate to have received your master's true teachings. You must cherish it. If you disgrace this technique, I will be the first to punish you."

These words made Duan Li's legs tremble, and Lu Xian shook his head and laughed, then turned and left.

He needs to go back and think carefully about the past, lest he forget the path he came from.

Lu Xian suddenly understood why his master always seemed to be lost in thought; perhaps he was reminiscing about the past, reminding himself of who he was.

In the days that followed, news of Duan Lide passing on his skills to Gu An spread throughout the dojo, arousing the curiosity of all the disciples. Even the second-generation disciples summoned him to see what kind of talent and comprehension he possessed.

Unfortunately, Duan Li did not show any talent that surpassed that of the other disciples, but the disciples were not disappointed by this; on the contrary, they were even more excited.

The master is unlikely to misjudge. Even if this child is not talented, the fact that the master remembers him means he will surely excel in the future.

And just like that, ten years passed quickly.

Since passing on his skills to Duan Li, Gu An has not gone to see him again.

This morning, he heard a great being calling out from Mount Wujindao that he wanted to preach. He became interested and prepared to go and listen.

This great being is a Daoist Grand Immortal with profound cultivation; going to listen to his teachings will definitely not be a loss.

However, Gu An's main body needed to gather medicinal herbs, so he sent an avatar to suppress its cultivation to the Great Luo Immortal realm.

The clone moved extremely fast, and soon entered the domain of the Endless Dao Mountain.

In the dim light, the majestic Daoist mountains appeared and disappeared amidst the spiritual mist, mysterious and solemn.

Gu An flew towards an old acquaintance, Hong Yazi, whom he had met before. Hong Yazi had been very hospitable to him and had introduced him to many fellow Daoists. Now that Hong Yazi had come, he naturally wanted to meet him.

Upon arriving at the Dao Mountain where the great master was preaching, Gu An quickly spotted Hong Yazi. Just like before, he was catching up with several cultivators, chatting and laughing, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Hong Yazi spotted Gu An immediately and exclaimed in surprise, "Fellow Daoist Menglang, it's been a long time!"

(End of this chapter)