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

Chapter 32 Swords Clash on a Snowy Night, Nascent Soul Against Nascent Soul
"This is... undergoing a tribulation of lightning?"

Gu An looked at the thunderclouds outside the window, his brows gradually relaxing, and a look of curiosity appeared on his face.

He wasn't worried, because he sensed that Tianwei was far away from Xuangu.

Tang Yu, Su Han, and Zhen Qin, who were clearing snow from the park, all turned to look. Ye Lan, who was meditating and practicing martial arts in the mountains, also opened her eyes. Xiao Chuan walked out of his house and looked at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky.

Wu Xin sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, his figure undiminished by the swirling snow. He gazed at the horizon, his brows furrowed.

"Such powerful sword intent..."

Wu Xin muttered to himself. Although his cultivation was low, he came from Qianqiu Pavilion and had a lot of experience.

The entire sky was rapidly covered by thunderclouds, like a boundless ocean, stirring up raging waves. The earth and snow forests were plunged into darkness, and the wind between heaven and earth grew stronger, causing the mountains and forests to sway and shake off patches of snow.

Distracted by this divine power, Gu An lost his will to write. He got up and went downstairs, instructing his disciples to look after the various areas.

An hour later, several cultivators flew away from the sky above Xuan Valley, heading in the direction from which the heavenly might came, and disappeared into the vast snow.

This scene made the disciples in the valley even more nervous, wondering what had happened.

Just as evening was approaching, a thunderclap resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Standing atop the mountain, Gu An saw lightning flashing and thunder roaring in the distance. The lightning intertwined and converged on a point on the ground, forming a huge fan shape, a truly magnificent sight. The lightning shone on his face, and his black robe fluttered in the wind.

"The tribulation of lightning is so terrifying, no wonder I have failed so many times in my evolutionary cultivation."

Gu An sighed inwardly, his resentment, which had been suppressed for many years, finally dissipated.

Although the lifespan consumed by evolutionary cultivation is longer than that in reality, it is safer. Looking back at his achievements, at the age of twenty-eight, he was at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm. Could the Tai Xuan Sect find a second person like him?
He then turned and went down the mountain to continue writing his book.

That night, thunder rumbled, making it impossible for anyone in the Medicine Valley to cultivate in peace.

By noon the next day, the thunder was still rumbling, and the wind was getting stronger, as if a blizzard was about to break out. Gu An occasionally led his disciples out to tend to the medicinal herbs.

Three days and three nights passed before the thunder finally stopped. As the thunderclouds parted, sunlight finally shone down, which relieved the Xuan Valley disciples.

However, before they could even enjoy their joy for half a day, a sharp and oppressive aura enveloped the heavens and earth, making them feel a tightness in their chests and their hearts pound with fear.

In the attic.

Gu An put down his calligraphy brush, looked out the window, and frowned.

He sensed a powerful sword intent coming from the horizon, but it was difficult to determine how far away it was.

"What is he doing?"

Gu An was confused. He had just survived the tribulation of lightning and was already trying to comprehend swordsmanship?
So hard?

Gu An could only pray that the other party wouldn't affect his medicine valley.

Although the opponent's sword intent was strong, he secretly compared it and felt that it was inferior to his Tai Cang Jing Shen Sword.

After all, the Tai Cang Jing Divine Sword was forged by him using two thousand years of his lifespan!
How many people in this world can live to be two thousand years old?
……

Late at night, at Bajing Cave.

Gu An came to visit Jiang Qiong. He walked all the way to the old vine tree and raised his hand to greet Jiang Qiong.

"Don't come in for a while, so as not to be discovered by Zuo Yijian," Jiang Qiong said without opening her eyes.

Left Sword?
Gu An remembered this person; he was Zuo Lin's father. When the two of them flew over Xuan Valley, he had thrown a lifespan probe at them.

Zuo Yijian's previous cultivation level was exactly the ninth level of the Core Formation Realm.

After transcending the tribulation, he became a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Gu An's mind raced, but he asked nervously, "Who is Zuo Yijian?"

"It's the person who underwent the tribulation of lightning these past few days. I heard from your master that he has already made a name for himself as the Sword Maniac of Canghu," Jiang Qiong replied.

Canghu Sword Maniac?

Gu An asked curiously, "Grandmaster, are you acquainted with him?"

"Yes, he is indeed an old acquaintance. Back then, he overestimated himself and wanted to pursue me as his Daoist partner. I humiliated him severely, making him a laughing stock in the inner sect. After that, he began to focus on practicing swordsmanship and stayed in seclusion. I did not see him again until I was injured and faked my death."

As Jiang Qiong finished speaking, she opened her eyes, looked at Gu An, and said with a teasing smile, "My dear grand-disciple, don't fall in love in the future, or you'll suffer."

Gu An replied, "Thank you for your teachings, Master. I will remember them."

Then, Jiang Qiong asked Gu An to sit down and began to instruct him on the Gu techniques in the Myriad Gu Mystic Art.

The Myriad Gu Mystic Art includes both Qi-gathering techniques and various Gu techniques, requiring a significant amount of time to study.

After staying at the Eight Views Cave for two hours, Gu An finally left.

……

Three days later, early in the morning.

Gu An was leading his disciples in a training exercise. They stood on the snow, the wind was biting cold, but they were still dressed in thin clothes.

call out!
A whooshing sound came from the air, startling everyone into turning their heads to look. They saw that the eastern mountain peak had been struck by a sword aura, and two large trees on the hillside had been cut down and crashed down, rolling all the way down the hillside until they were finally stopped by a row of trees, with dust and snow flying like white mist.

Looking up, there is a two-zhang-long crack in the mountain wall, as if it was cut out by a huge sword, which is quite spectacular.

Su Han frowned and said, "This isn't the first time. If this continues, it will endanger us sooner or later."

The other disciples were also worried, and their movements slowed down as a result.

Wu Xin sighed, "It takes sword cultivators anywhere from a few days to several decades to comprehend the sword. Who knows how long that person will need to continue comprehending the sword?" Gu An, unusually, did not smile and his face was gloomy.

He was worried about the herbs in Xuan Valley.

Yesterday, he went to the outer gate to report the matter to the Pill Hall. As a result, he was told that he could choose to temporarily move to the outer gate city and be exempt from this year's harvest, but the Pill Hall would not bear any losses to Xuan Valley.

The herbs in Xuan Valley are all Gu An's treasures. How could he possibly give them up?

Once the Mysterious Valley collapses, the Eight Views Cave might also be exposed.

No!

We must find a way!
Gu An's eyes flickered. He could swallow his pride for the sake of making a living, but he was willing to risk everything for the sake of medicinal herbs!

"Alright, hurry up and practice your exercises, then everyone cultivate. If that person hasn't left in two more days, we'll go to the outer sect to take refuge," Gu An said.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples were invigorated. They were also worried that Xuan Valley would collapse, so they had long wanted to go out and take refuge.

Winter days pass quickly.

Night gradually fell.

On a mountaintop, Zuo Yijian, dressed in a gray robe, sat cross-legged. In front of him stood five swords, each with a different shape and even a different blade width.

As night fell, snowflakes filled the sky. The snowflakes melted quickly upon landing on him, turning into wisps of white mist, which made his aura appear even more powerful.

On a mountain peak a hundred feet away, Zuo Lin sat cross-legged on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by three large flags that fluttered in the wind. When sword energy swept by, an invisible shield of energy neutralized it, preventing him from suffering any harm.

Although he was not injured, the booming sound of the sword energy colliding with the formation still woke Zuo Lin up.

He looked up at his father, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed envy.

It is said that dragons beget dragons and phoenixes beget phoenixes, so why did he not inherit his father's aptitude for swordsmanship?
Feeling his father's powerful sword intent, Zuo Lin was filled with longing.

Even though he possessed exceptional spiritual talent and his Qi absorption speed far surpassed that of his peers, he only aspired to become a powerful sword cultivator like his father.

If it weren't for his pursuit of sword enlightenment, his cultivation level would be far beyond the second level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Ugh!"

Zuo Lin sighed, then prepared to continue comprehending the sword. He refused to believe that he really couldn't make a name for himself in the way of the sword.
He was about to close his eyes when he suddenly saw his father get up, which made him freeze in surprise.

ended?
Zuo Yijian stood on the mountaintop, facing Zuo Lin's direction, but his gaze was higher, fixed on a higher mountain in the distance. The night was dark and he could not see anyone, but he could feel a sword intent locking onto him.

The five swords in front of him began to tremble, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Zuo Lin, sitting opposite him, stood up and asked loudly, "Father, what's wrong? Did you succeed?"

Zuo Yijian did not answer him, but instead asked, "May I ask which fellow Daoist has arrived? Why not show yourself?"

Ten miles away.

Gu An, dressed in white, stood on the mountaintop. He wore a wooden mask, and spiritual energy covered his face beneath the mask to prevent him from being detected by divine sense.

His white robes fluttered, blending seamlessly with the snow behind him.

He was toying with a leaf in his right hand, and wisps of sword energy swirled around the leaf.

From his vantage point, he could see Zuo Yijian and Zuo Lin.

Before unleashing his sword intent, he had already surveyed the area within a hundred miles to confirm that there were no other powerful cultivators before he arrived at this mountain peak.

Gu An disliked indiscriminate killing of innocent people, but Zuo Yijian was a threat to his Medicine Valley and had to be expelled.

"Blame it on you for choosing the wrong place."

Gu An muttered to himself as he began to activate his cultivation technique, channeling spiritual energy into the leaves.

at the same time.

Upon hearing his father's words, Zuo Lin quickly turned around. However, with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he was not yet able to see people ten miles away, let alone in the dark night when the snow was falling heavily, obstructing his vision.

He became nervous because he couldn't see who was coming.

Zuo Yijian sensed that his opponent's sword intent was increasing, and he knew that this battle was unavoidable.

"A spy from the demonic path? Or... one of their people?"

Zuo Yijian's eyes flashed as he gripped a slender sword in front of him with his right hand. The sword was long and thin with a crimson blade, and as he gripped it, the blade burst into flames, becoming the brightest object in the night sky.

He drew his sword and rose up, the blade slicing through the air and creating a wave of fire that hung across the night sky.

"Under the freezing cold, he actually has to use the Flame Devouring Sword Technique. It seems that his swordsmanship has greatly improved these past few days..." Zuo Lin turned his head and saw the sword fire in his father's hand, his face showing admiration.

Regardless of who the visitor was, he believed his father would not lose.

"Since you refuse to speak, I can only assume you wish to disrupt my enlightenment. Let this icy wasteland witness whose sword intent is stronger!"

Zuo Yijian's icy voice echoed between heaven and earth. As soon as he finished speaking, a soaring sword intent erupted from his body, causing the mountain he was on to tremble violently. The accumulated snow collapsed and fell down, and even the mountain where Zuo Lin was located shook.

Ten miles away.

"Chatty."

Gu An muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly threw the leaf in his hand.

What flew out was not a leaf, but a divine sword that pierced through time and space!

(End of this chapter)