Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Heavenly Repair Platform, Mysterious Big Formation

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The morning sun pierced through the mountains and rivers, swept over the Outer Gate City, and countless disciples were flying in and out, busy and oppressed.

In a mansion.

Chen Xuanjin’s Nascent Soul floated inside the hall. He lowered his head, full of tension.

In front of him, a man sat on the high seat, dressed in a dragon-patterned black robe, his face young and handsome. However, the majesty between his eyebrows gave him a sense of oppression that did not match his appearance. His long hair was coiled under a silver crown with Qilin carvings, exuding an air of supremacy just by sitting there.

“Your brother was killed by the demon cultivators of the Thousand Autumn Pavilion. Now you are seriously injured by the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal. Do you think Zuo Yijian’s master might have something to do with the Thousand Autumn Pavilion?” The black-robed man spoke slowly.

His tone was calm, as if talking about a trivial matter.

Chen Xuanjin quickly raised his head and said, “It’s possible. It’s not uncommon for the Thousand Autumn Pavilion to place spies in the Supreme Sect. Didn’t you say that the high levels definitely have spies from the Thousand Autumn Pavilion? Now one of them has emerged.”

Offending Zuo Yijian would certainly bring endless trouble. If he could overthrow Zuo Yijian’s backer, Chen Xuanjin would not fear Zuo Yijian.

The black-robed man squinted, his eyes falling on Chen Xuanjin, scaring him into lowering his head quickly.

The hall fell silent again.

After a long time.

The black-robed man said in a deep voice, “Prepare the formation, just in time for the recent disturbance from the demon cultivators. After this, the blame can be placed on the Thousand Autumn Pavilion.”

Chen Xuanjin hurriedly said, “But in my current state, I’m afraid…”

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“This time, I’ll handle it personally.”

“What? No, it can’t be done. Whether this plan will succeed is still uncertain. The Daotian Sect is also waiting for us to try it.”

“Nothing in this world is guaranteed to succeed. The path of immortal cultivation is one that treads through thorns. This plan has been in the making for a hundred years. The Supreme Sect must proceed. We cannot let those in the shadows sabotage our grand scheme. You need not persuade me further.”

Hearing this, Chen Xuanjin could only suppress his worries and agree to the matter.

On the other side.

Mystic Valley.

Gu An was leading the disciples through practice. The commotion of the previous night had left them restless, so they were chatting in small groups.

Tang Yu asked, “Master, why are you back so soon?”

The others looked at Gu An.

Gu An snorted, “Didn’t you feel the disturbance last night? I returned quickly because I was afraid something might happen to you.”

Upon hearing this, all the disciples felt ashamed, thinking they were too weak and always worried their master.

Xiuchuan anxiously said, “Senior Brother, why don’t you go to the Inner Sect’s Medicine Valley? We could disband and find our own ways in the Outer Gate. That way, you’ll be safe.”

He was not afraid of death; he just did not want Gu An to be too overworked.

Gu An had already reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, with a future they could not compare to. Why should he be constantly worried for their safety?

Gu An said, “If you want to go to the Outer Gate City, you are free to go, but I must remind you, the Outer Gate isn’t necessarily safer than Mystic Valley. Disciples often go missing in the city. This is neither a threat nor a hint; I respect your choice, whether you stay or leave. The bond of Mystic Valley remains.”

He spoke from the heart.

He pursued longevity and was prepared to face countless partings in the future. He had long since prepared himself not to concern himself with others’ fates.

Unless someone truly made him reluctant to part, he would follow his heart.

Hearing his words, the disciples fell silent, looking at each other.

Wuxin hesitated to speak but held back.

“Why leave? Becoming servant disciples elsewhere, who will make elixirs for us like the Master? Mystic Valley doesn’t need so many servant disciples, but the Master still took us in without reducing our benefits. We must not forget our gratitude!”

Tang Yu was the first to speak. His greatest regret was not rushing to the front like Su Han during Qiu Qianli’s chaos.

In those days, Su Han chased after him. Now Su Han had reached Foundation Establishment, while he still didn’t know if he could ever reach it. This gap began at that calamity.

Tang Yu did not resent Gu An, only felt ashamed. He vowed to perform well and regain Gu An’s favor.

As he spoke, the other disciples chimed in, the atmosphere becoming lively, not as oppressive as before.

Gu An smiled and then called the disciples to continue their exercises.

After they had just finished, Ye Lan came. Confirming Gu An’s safety, she quickly left.

Gu An stood by the window, looking towards the direction of the Outer Gate City.

There were still great cultivators flying occasionally, but not as many as the previous night.

Gu An’s divine sense could easily span thousands of miles, peeking into the Outer Gate City, which was far from the limits of his divine sense.

He saw the huge array platform being accelerated in construction; some disciples had even started transporting spirit stones. He silently watched, unable to discern what formation the array platform was for.

The matter of the sinking spiritual energy caused turmoil within the Supreme Sect, and the tense atmosphere lasted nearly ten days before easing.

Gu An was affected.

Several outer disciples were relocating their caves, losing him channels for collecting life energy. These outer disciples were clearly fleeing the Outer Gate City.

Gu An was not disappointed. He now had three pieces of the Medicine Valley, with increasing life energy in the future. He was even preparing to expand the Third Medicine Valley.

He was now just waiting for the matter of the Outer Gate to end quickly. As long as it did not threaten his Mystic Valley or the few people he cared about, he was disinclined to meddle in the Supreme Sect’s schemes.

As Shen Zhen had said, even the top sect of the Great Yu Dynasty, the Daotian Sect, was engaged in such activities. Why should he force interference? He did not have such a strong sense of justice to save all; the world had too much suffering. Could he save it all?

Besides, such matters were difficult to manage. If he forcefully disrupted the Supreme Sect’s plan, and later the Supreme Sect faced a great calamity with demons impossible to withstand, he would be blamed. Everyone in the Supreme Sect would hold him accountable; after all, apart from the sacrifices, others were beneficiaries. Even those saved might resent him, thinking they wouldn’t have been sacrificed without his intervention.

He couldn’t keep saving groups of people endlessly, shouldering the mission of rescuing the world. Just thinking about it tired him.

Time continued to pass.

That day, Gu An went to Tianya Valley, first harvesting the matured medicinal herbs, then leading three monkey demons to sow the seeds.

Luo Hun walked over from behind and said, “A month ago, the earth’s spiritual energy sunk, many great cultivators from the Supreme Sect patrolled everywhere, and someone even passed over Tianya Valley. What exactly happened in the Supreme Sect?”

Gu An casually responded, “It seems there was an invasion by demon cultivators. By the way, Li Ya was injured by demon cultivators earlier and is now recuperating in the Inner Sect.”

Luo Hun frowned deeply at this news, then turned and left, walking into the mountains and forests.

After that, Gu An’s divine sense saw him casting on some talisman paper. Once his spiritual power poured into it, the talisman paper burned into ashes quickly.

Gu An, already at the Unification Realm, could sharply detect a trace of Luo Hun’s spiritual power fleeing towards the sky, moving at an incredible speed.

It seemed Luo Hun was informing Li Xuandao.

Gu An didn’t think much about it, continuing his sowing.

After sowing was done, he gave some instructions to the three monkey demons before leaving Tianya Valley.

He cared more about the construction and development of the Medicine Valley rather than those schemes, directing his efforts here was the main task.

…

Thick clouds covered the sky, and the Outer Gate City was crowded.

Su Han and Zhen Qin stood before a stone stele. Su Han read, “Heavenly Repair Platform.”

Following Zhen Qin’s gaze, they saw an imposing array platform dozens of miles long and wide ahead of them. Statues of ancient immortals stood at the edges in various postures.

In the center of the Heavenly Repair Platform stood a hundred-zhang-high stone pillar, square and engraved with complex veins resembling human meridians, exuding mysterious signs.

“Senior Brother, what is the purpose of this Heavenly Repair Platform? Why did the sect summon all the outer disciples back, and why must we gather on the platform tomorrow?” Zhen Qin asked, her brows furrowed with dissatisfaction.

Su Han looked at the Heavenly Repair Platform, speaking softly, “I don’t know either. It might be related to the spiritual energy sinking a month ago.”

The streets behind them were bustling with people. Many disciples stopped to discuss the Heavenly Repair Platform, equally perplexed.

Many disciples witnessing it for the first time were amazed by the size of the platform.

How strong would the formation be if such a large array platform were activated?

Unable to get an answer, Zhen Qin turned her head in another direction and briefly saw a familiar figure. But upon closer inspection, she saw no one, as if she had mistaken.

“Strange…” Zhen Qin muttered.

Not far away, in a crowd of people, Jiang Qiong walked forward in a blue dress, her eyes sideways towards the Heavenly Repair Platform, expressionless.

A hunchbacked old man walked beside her, leaning on a cane, only reaching her shoulder.

“Miss, this array platform is not simple. There might be a major event tomorrow. Should we stay?” The hunchbacked old man asked.

He was not the only one; many disciples around were worried, with various speculations.

Jiang Qiong remained expressionless and replied, “Indeed, it is not simple. The restrictions within the array platform are exceptionally complex. It would take decades to deduce. But since we are here, we must see it tomorrow.”

The hunchbacked old man looked at her, sighing, “Miss, you have changed a lot. Do you not have any attachments in this Supreme Sect?”

“I do, hence why I asked you to come.”

“Haha, looks like these old bones of mine will be tested again.”

They chatted casually, without mentioning the Thousand Autumn Pavilion, so no one suspected their identities.

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the Heavenly Repair Platform, in a nine-story pavilion, two figures stood by the building edge, both appearing young. One of them was the black-robed man, Chen Xuanjin’s backer.

The black-robed man looked down at the Heavenly Repair Platform, eyes deep, lost in thought.

The young man beside him asked, “Master, most of the Outer Gate disciples in this city should have returned. Should we also gather servant disciples from nearby Medicine Valleys, Beast Fields, and mines?”

That voice was indeed Chen Xuanjin!

He had seized the body of a young disciple.

The black-robed man said softly, “No need, having too many servant disciples would dilute the purity of cultivation.”