When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!

Chapter 140: A Ninth-Level Profound Mind Cultivator Strikes

After parting ways with Wu Jue, Gu An witnessed a steady stream of Taixuan Sect disciples soaring over the Third Medicine Valley and Xuan Valley every day.

The Taixuan Sect had begun its campaign!

Standing on the balcony, Gu An gazed into the distance, observing the battle erupting in Silent Desolation Forest. The first sects to arrive had already launched an offensive against the White Nightshade Sect.

Unfortunately, the combined strength of forty Profound Mind Realm cultivators was nearly invincible. The allied forces of the Nine Dynasties suffered heavy losses and were forced to retreat, gathering strength for another assault.

Turning his gaze toward the Dustless Wasteland, Gu An saw that the White Nightshade Sect had reestablished control over it. From the entrance of the Nine Nether Path, a steady stream of their cultivators emerged, all heading toward the Taichen Empire.

The Nine Dynasties were as follows:

Taicang, Dayu, Shentang, Tianwei, Taichen, Hanlu, Dazhao, Dajiang, and Wuzhen.

Among them, the Taichen Empire was weaker in strength despite its vast territory and central position. It had already fallen to the White Nightshade Sect.

Viewing the battlefield from a grand perspective, Gu An could see cultivators converging on Taichen from all directions, creating a truly spectacular sight.

As he watched, a surge of battle fervor rose in him.

He almost wanted to join the fray.

But his priority was still his medicine valley. That was the most important thing.

Besides, if he made a move too early, the White Nightshade Sect’s Grand Ascension expert might never appear.

The fact that this figure had remained hidden all this time meant they were likely preparing something significant.

To Gu An, the massive altar in Silent Desolation Forest seemed like an obvious trap. He suspected the White Nightshade Sect might launch a sneak attack on the Taixuan Sect instead.

Apparently, the sect shared his concern. Even now, a Profound Mind Realm grandmaster remained behind to guard their main city—and it wasn’t Ancestor Xuan Quan.

The tension within the Taixuan Sect had escalated significantly.

Patrols in the sect’s various cities had increased, and even the errand disciples in the Third Medicine Valley and Xuan Valley were affected by the rising anxiety.

As the chief disciple of Xuan Valley, Lu Jiu Jia began organizing rotations of disciples to stand guard atop the surrounding mountains, preventing White Nightshade Sect infiltrators from getting too close.

Similarly, the Third Medicine Valley implemented stricter patrols, with stewards leading disciples on regular inspections.

That morning, after the daily exercises concluded, Gu An was on his way back to his pavilion when he suddenly sensed something. His expression flickered slightly, though he didn’t stop walking.

BOOM!

A deafening thunderclap split the sky, startling everyone in the valley. All turned their heads toward the source of the noise.

A massive storm of dark clouds rolled in from the direction of the Inner Sect, spreading rapidly toward the Third Medicine Valley, as if seeking to engulf the entire sky.

“What was that sound?”

“Could it be the White Nightshade Sect attacking?!”

“But aren’t they still in Taichen?”

“We’re one of the strongest sects in the Nine Dynasties. If we fall, morale across the Nine Dynasties will plummet.”

“I just hope the battle doesn’t reach the Medicine Valley…”

The disciples huddled together, whispering nervously.

Gu An halted, resting his hands on the wooden railing at the edge of a garden while watching the storm approach. His divine sense peered into the heart of the sect’s main city, where battle had already erupted.

The Sect Main City was the largest city in the Taixuan Sect.

Inner sect disciples could enter, but only the sect’s elites and higher-ranking figures lived there.

Currently, two Integration Stage grandmasters were engaged in combat over the city. As their battle intensified, more cultivators joined the fray, leading to an all-out clash.

This wasn’t an external invasion—it was the White Nightshade Sect’s spies making their move.

After watching for a moment, Gu An noticed that most of the rogue disciples seemed to come from a single noble family.

Just then, Lu Lingjun approached him.

“Master, from now on, do not leave the Medicine Valley,” she warned.

Her gaze was locked on the Sect Main City, her expression grave.

She could sense at least five Integration Stage cultivators.

That alone wasn’t enough to unsettle her—but she had a bad feeling that something even more terrifying was about to unfold.

Gu An nodded lightly and continued watching.

The Third Medicine Valley quickly dimmed, as though night had fallen.

Rumble…

Low thunder growled across the sky, reminiscent of an ancient beast roaring within the sea of clouds. The earth trembled beneath its might.

A cold, commanding voice echoed across the entire Taixuan Sect:

“It is time for you to show yourself. Our battle will decide the fate of your sect!”

The words carried immense pressure, making even seasoned cultivators feel an oppressive weight upon their chests.

Lu Lingjun’s expression changed.

The speaker’s cultivation surpassed the Integration Stage!

Gu An’s eyes remained fixed on the sky.

A figure walked through the rolling clouds.

Clad in a black robe and a violet crown, with eighteen golden daggers floating behind him, the man strode through the air with effortless grace. His very presence stirred the winds, creating a turbulent wave of energy.

Fifth-Level Profound Mind Realm!

This was undoubtedly one of the White Nightshade Sect’s highest-ranking experts.

The Taixuan Sect’s Profound Mind cultivators were all at least three small realms below him.

Meanwhile, in the Library Hall of the Inner Sect City.

Elder Xu Lu stood by the counter, watching as a robed figure descended a staircase in the distance.

“How confident are you?” he asked.

The man, dressed in black with an air of profound wisdom, held a whisk in his hand. He continued descending the stairs without pause, answering simply:

“I will do my best.”

Xu Lu turned to the window, gazing at the rolling thunderclouds.

They resembled a vast, dark ocean, roiling with deadly waves.

Worry flickered across his eyes.

A deep, resonant voice echoed across the entire sect:

“Today marks the first time since I reached the Profound Mind Realm that I will fight another of my level. May I ask for your name? I am Daoist Kusong.”

His words silenced the entire sect.

Profound Mind Realm?

Lu Lingjun had never heard of this stage before.

Was it a realm beyond Integration?

Her divine sense locked onto the battle above the clouds, her eyes shining with ambition.

She had to reach this realm.

No—she had to surpass it!

A voice filled with disdain replied:

“I am Akegan of the White Nightshade Sect. Dying by my hand will not help you prove your Dao!”

His arrogance made even the Taixuan Sect cultivators uneasy.

BOOM!

A terrifying pressure descended upon the sect, causing mountains to tremble and protective barriers to flare to life across the cities.

Akegan and Daoist Kusong had begun their battle!

The two clashed high above, their devastating techniques shaking the world.

Although they fought far from the ground, the sheer force of their battle made even entire mountains shudder.

Lu Lingjun stared intently at the sky, analyzing every movement, every technique, absorbing as much as she could.

Gu An glanced at her.

Hmm?

Was she about to gain insight from this battle?

After a while, seeing that Lu Lingjun was still lost in concentration, Gu An turned away.

He began walking toward the entrance of the valley.

The White Nightshade Sect hadn't just sent Akegan—there was an even stronger force at play.

That entity had already reached the entrance of the Third Medicine Valley.

From a distance, Gu An spotted a woman in white walking into the valley entrance. She wore a conical hat and exuded an air of mystery. Her hands were gently placed before her stomach, skin as pale as snow. Her posture was graceful, resembling an immortal descending to the mortal world—nothing about her appearance suggested she was a demonic cultivator.

【White Mist Fairy (Profound Mind Realm – Ninth Level): 2180/4900/6500】

Ninth Level of the Profound Mind Realm!

They were truly trying to flatten the Taixuan Sect in one decisive strike!

Gu An sighed inwardly and quickly approached her.

Soon, he stood before White Mist Fairy and cupped his hands. “The White Nightshade Sect is stirring chaos across the land. May I ask what brings Senior here?”

Beneath her veil, Gu An could barely make out the hint of deep red lips, thickly painted with rouge.

This woman was cautious. She had used a secret technique to conceal her true cultivation, making it appear as though she was only at the first level of Core Formation.

“Young man, this valley is overflowing with spiritual energy. Your identity must not be simple. Tell me—who are you?” White Mist Fairy spoke, her voice soft and alluring, evoking a sense of intrigue.

Gu An reached out and gently clasped her wrist. “I am merely an ordinary outer disciple of the Taixuan Sect.”

White Mist Fairy laughed coldly but made no effort to withdraw her hand. Instead, she used transmission technique to whisper directly into Gu An’s mind:

“Rumor has it that the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path only appears within a thousand miles of this region. Young man, if you have any information about him, I might just spare your life.”

Gu An had anticipated her use of transmission and allowed her to finish speaking.

His expression hardened.

“So, you really are a demonic cultivator.”

In an instant, White Mist Fairy felt an overwhelming force invade her body!

Beneath her veil, her face paled in terror.

She tried to shake off Gu An’s grip but found she couldn’t move at all.

Her wide eyes reflected utter disbelief.

Worse still, she realized that she couldn’t speak—nor could her primordial spirit escape!

A sensation of pure, unrelenting horror gripped her for the first time in her life.

Her cultivation rapidly plummeted, her primordial spirit forcibly suppressed, reducing her to the very Core Formation realm she had been pretending to be.

“Impossible…!”

White Mist Fairy was on the verge of mental collapse.

The sheer disparity in strength—her helplessness as her cultivation was forcibly sealed—drove her into absolute despair.

Before she could react further, Gu An pulled out a black pearl.

The Thousand Shadows Pearl—a gift from Lü Baitian!

With his left hand still gripping her wrist, Gu An pressed the pearl against her abdomen.

"Demon! Face your end!"

With a loud boom, the Thousand Shadows Pearl erupted with dazzling light, releasing countless bursts of energy.

White Mist Fairy's body exploded into a bloody mist.

Her blood splattered all over Gu An.

The Thousand Shadows Pearl alone wasn’t enough to kill a Profound Mind Realm expert—but before he activated it, Gu An had already used his divine power to obliterate her soul, ensuring instant death.

His loud shout attracted the attention of many errand disciples nearby.

A moment later, Lu Lingjun appeared beside him, frowning at the blood-covered Gu An.

“You okay? Why didn’t you call me?” she asked.

Gu An deliberately put on a terrified expression and stammered, “I thought she was an Inner Sect disciple… But she turned out to be a demonic cultivator from the White Nightshade Sect! We need to destroy the body before they come looking for her!”

His hands, still gripping the Thousand Shadows Pearl, trembled slightly.

Slaying White Mist Fairy had granted him 495 years of lifespan—not bad!

Lu Lingjun glanced at Gu An, who still seemed shaken. She immediately cast a spiritual fire spell, engulfing White Mist Fairy’s remains.

The last traces of her power flared up momentarily but were quickly incinerated.

Lu Lingjun was unable to detect the Nirvana-level energy at play. The difference in their levels was simply too vast.

As far as she could tell, White Mist Fairy had truly been just a Core Formation cultivator.

Watching her body turn to ashes, Gu An let out a breath of relief.

“Damn, she didn’t even have a storage bag or ring…” he muttered.

Lu Lingjun rolled her eyes.

“Doesn’t look like you were too scared to notice that,” she remarked dryly. “You’re a Golden Ranking genius, and yet you let a mere Core Formation demonic cultivator frighten you this much?”

She turned her gaze skyward.

The battle between Akegan and Daoist Kusong still raged above.

Something stirred within her.

Deep down, she felt as though she was on the verge of grasping something profound.

The Profound Mind Realm was truly awe-inspiring.

The gap between Ninth-Level Integration Stage and Profound Mind Realm was unimaginably vast.

At that moment, Lu Lingjun realized—

Only by achieving the Profound Mind Realm could one be considered a true master of cultivation!