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

Chapter 933: Chapter 925: Inch Island

“First, let’s meet the Great Power of the Demon Race in this realm and see what they are capable of.”

Zhang Buku stared ahead, answering expressionlessly. Upon hearing this, Xu You’s smile became even brighter as he eagerly anticipated Zhang Buku showcasing his strength now.

He wanted to see if Central Heaven, known as the center of the Heavenly Dao, could withstand Zhang Buku’s brilliance.

The two stepped forward into the air, their figures started to shimmer, constantly moving, and soon disappeared beyond the Celestial Vault.

Zhang Buku’s arrival was spotted by Gu An, who was picking medicinal herbs. Watching the current Zhang Buku, he felt a tinge of emotion.

Truly, he seemed like a different person.

The Zhang Buku now possessed the demeanor of a Great Power, and carried an intimidating aura.

After the conclusion of the battle between Immortals and Demons, the Nine Nether Emperor was severely wounded, yet the Celestial Emperor bestowed him a chance. The cost was the Celestial Court beginning to take over the Underworld.

As Central Heaven developed, the Celestial Court also attacked the Underworld, establishing the order of ghosts and gods.

This time Zhang Buku came to Central Heaven as a rightful representative of the Underworld to spread the Dao, leaving behind the legend of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. As long as he didn’t go too far, the Immortal Gods wouldn’t stop him.

If the future remains unchanged, Zhang Buku will become an ancient myth of Central Heaven, his name to be remembered forever.

Regardless of how one sees it, Zhang Buku is considered to have attained the Dao. Gu An no longer needs to be so concerned for him.

It’s worth mentioning that Zhang Buku has already found his father Zhang Chunqiu in Reincarnation. Unfortunately, Zhang Chunqiu has gone through countless cycles of Reincarnation, and no longer remembers him. Now, he’s trying to find a way for Zhang Buku to recall the memories of that lifetime.

“Senior Brother Zhang, who would have thought we’d have the chance to meet again.”

Gu An spoke to himself, a smile on his face as images from long ago surfaced in his eyes.

The Ghost Mother of Ephemera, curious, asked, “Senior Brother Zhang? Master, do you have other senior brothers?”

All along, she only heard Gu An acknowledge Li Ya as his senior brother. Now hearing of another Senior Brother Zhang, naturally piqued her curiosity.

“Yes, I have three senior brothers. Back then, along with Senior Brother Li Ya, the four of us were Menial Disciples in the Profound Valley of the Outer Taixuan Sect.”

Gu An began to recount the past. The story was plain, yet to the Ghost Mother of Ephemera, it felt very heartwarming.

Zhang Chunqiu was steady, Li Ya was cold, Meng Lang lived up to his name, reminding her of the scenes of them playfully bickering.

She sighed within, realizing her master truly valued past connections.

What did these three have to deserve such attention from him?

In her view, her master must be an entity that has lived countless years. In this lifetime, he wasn’t even reincarnated. Surely, back in the Taixuan Sect, he was concealing his cultivation level.

With unparalleled cultivation, yet able to calmly associate with mortals, what a broad mindset!

She always felt it was her master who accommodated Li Ya. Li Ya lacked the qualities she found impressive. Without her master, she doubted Li Ya could even reach the Zi Zai Immortal Realm.

Of course, she thought the same about herself, which was why she held Gu An in such high esteem.

Gu An could sense her inner thoughts but never pointed them out. Everyone has their own ideas, kept secret. Without voicing them, who could blame them?

He casually recounted Zhang Buku’s story as well, which impressed the Ghost Mother of Ephemera more than Zhang Chunqiu’s.

Half-human, half-demon, rejected by both races, wandering aimlessly, stirred deep sympathy within the Ghost Mother of Ephemera, reminding her of herself.

“So, Zhang Buku came to Central Heaven and even resurrected your senior brother?” she curiously asked.

Gu An nodded with a smile.

She sighed, “I wonder how that cultivator Zhang Chunqiu would react upon learning your true cultivation level.”

Imagining herself in her master’s shoes, she realized he truly had great patience, a quality she should learn.

The two conversed as they continued collecting medicinal herbs.

Once Gu An finished harvesting herbs, he left alone, with the Ghost Mother of Ephemera watching him leave with a basket in hand.

Gu An walked leisurely through the fields, continuing into the forest until he reached the isolated island where Liu An resided.

He walked down the mountain path, seeing Liu An cultivating on the beach.

Setting all else aside, Liu An’s attitude towards cultivation greatly satisfied him.

With perseverance and constant effort, along with his Saint Tao Intent, how could Liu An not become remarkable?

Gu An came to the side of a sea turtle and reached out to stroke its shell.

Though the turtle seemed afraid of him, it never left the island. Liu An thought it was trapped, but in reality, it chose to stay.

Perhaps Gu An’s Tao Intent made it feel that staying would bring Fuyuan.

Though the turtle couldn’t speak, its spiritual intelligence was not shallow, harboring its own thoughts.

“Do you think I should name this island?”

Gu An spoke suddenly, startling Liu An, who opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

Liu An’s gaze was filled with resentment. Gu An always appeared unpredictably, impossible to detect. Though he’d been startled before, each time left his heart trembling.

He worried that more shocks like these might lead him to demonic possession.

Despite feeling wronged inside, he didn’t dare express it, following Gu An’s words and suggesting, “How about Inch Island?”

Gu An found amusement in the name but appeared puzzled, asking, “Why the name Inch?”

Because you resemble Master Puti!

And aren’t you forbidding me from revealing your name?

Thinking to himself, Liu An awkwardly replied, “It just came to mind.”

“Inch is good. Within an inch lies the world; within an inch is the Great Dao. The Great Dao is vast, yet can also be small. From now on, this island shall be called Inch Island.”

Gu An smiled gently, laughing lightly.

He wasn’t afraid of coincidental names. Chinese Mythology should be fictional, even if there were real figures, they couldn’t be that powerful. Otherwise, how could the Great Infinite Demon Ancestor toy with Earth so easily?

Noticing Gu An agree to the name, Liu An’s expression turned peculiar.

“Continue cultivating. Make the most of your time. Don’t wait till you leave, then regret not cherishing the present,” Gu An said lazily, then turned to walk in another direction.

He planned to fish on another part of Inch Island. Here, fishing was truly fishing. He was growing fond of this island.

He didn’t intend to inform the Wushiji Disciples of the island’s existence, wanting a place to be alone.

Watching Gu An’s back, Liu An thought this island would become a Holy Land someday.

He stopped pondering, continuing his cultivation.

The senior was right. He had to seize the time. Even if a million years felt far off, he didn’t want to miss the chance.

Since following Gu An in cultivation, he realized this million-year journey wasn’t torment but a rare opportunity hard to come by again.

A million years later, Wei Ye should still be alive. Maybe Wei Ye would become a leader of the Righteous Dao. Then, when he sought Wei Ye out again, he would surely surprise him greatly.

The mere thought of it made Liu Anguang’s mouth curve upwards uncontrollably.

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