HPDBC Chapter 139: Immortal Techniques, the Eve of Battle
Chapter 139: Immortal Techniques, the Eve of Battle
Chapter 139: Immortal Techniques, the Eve of Battle
After safely delivering Xuanmiao Zhenren, Zhen Qin, and the others to the border of the Taicang Empire, Gu An withdrew his power and disappeared from the scene.
The primary reason he had intervened was for Zhen Qin.
However, he had to admit—using his power felt incredible. It allowed him to truly experience the strength of the Immortal Dao.
No wonder the Nirvana Stage was so unique. Without undergoing Nirvana, human cultivators couldn't surpass ten thousand years of lifespan. The difference between the Nirvana Stage and the Grand Ascension Stage wasn’t just in spiritual energy but in an all-encompassing transformation.
Back at the Taixuan Sect, Gu An resumed purchasing herbs to prepare for planting in Nianchu Cave Dwelling.
But before he began, he needed to properly instruct Tian Yao’er.
Now that he had achieved methods akin to immortals, he didn’t need to teach Tian Yao’er step by step—he could simply touch her forehead and transfer vast amounts of knowledge directly into her mind.
Still, to conceal his true strength, he decided to teach her slowly. After all, he had plenty of time.
By a Great River
The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall looked at Xuanmiao Zhenren, hesitant to speak.
The joy of surviving their ordeal was overshadowed by worry for their master.
If not for saving them, would Xuanmiao Zhenren have ended up like this?
Washing his face in the river, Xuanmiao Zhenren stood up and smiled. "No need to worry about me. My cultivation has merely been sealed for a year—it was my mistake for breaking my promise to the Mountain God. I deserve this punishment."
The disciples rushed to take responsibility upon themselves, but Xuanmiao Zhenren merely laughed it off.
Being suppressed to the Foundation Establishment stage didn’t upset him—in fact, he felt more excited than ever.
Now, he was utterly convinced that the Mountain God was a true immortal.
The divine power he had witnessed was beyond comprehension, yet it also filled him with hope.
The path to immortality was real!
"Alright, everyone. Now that we've returned to the Taicang Empire, it's time for us to part ways. Remember—never speak of the Mountain God’s existence!"
The disciples cupped their fists in acknowledgment, all swearing secrecy.
Even Xuanmiao Zhenren had been punished—none of them dared to risk the Mountain God’s wrath.
Yet, they shared the same excitement.
For centuries, the existence of immortals had been debated within the cultivation world.
But now, having witnessed one firsthand, their belief in the Immortal Dao had never been stronger.
Autumn turned to winter, and heavy snow blanketed Xuan Valley.
Zhen Qin returned to visit Gu An, recounting tales of the worsening chaos in the outside world.
“The White Nightshade Sect’s forces are endless. Even with all Nine Dynasties working together, we still can’t wipe them out...” she sighed.
As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, her perspective was limited.
Gu An, however, frequently witnessed battles between Profound Mind Realm cultivators.
At present, every region had its own Profound Mind Realm grandmasters holding the line. The combined number across the Nine Dynasties had already exceeded twenty and continued to grow. The White Nightshade Sect matched them in strength, leading to an extended stalemate.
To his surprise, Tian Yao’er had a natural talent for cultivation.
She might seem a little dim, but she was careful and precise.
Once the planting was done, Gu An retrieved a leg of lamb, along with his special seasoning blend. Tian Yao’er’s eyes lit up, and she eagerly gathered firewood.
An incense stick’s time later, she sat hunched over the fire, chewing on the juicy lamb while eyeing the second piece roasting on the spit.
“They’re both yours,” Gu An chuckled. “Eat slower.”
Why did this feel like he was raising a cat?
In truth, Tian Yao’er wasn’t a cat demon—she was some kind of bird demon.
Judging by her extreme lifespan, Gu An suspected she had phoenix blood.
Mouth full of meat, Tian Yao’er asked, “Master, why did you come to Phoenix Mountain?”
Though they had been together for months, she still knew nothing about him.
Sensing his good mood, she finally dared to ask.
“Phoenix Mountain is vast and rich in resources. I came here specifically for the herbs I planted.”
“Master, do you know alchemy?”
“Of course.”
“The Demon Mother has an alchemist under her command who she values greatly. Can you teach me alchemy?”
“We’ll see how you behave.”
“Master, where did you come from?”
Their conversation echoed in the quiet cave, their shadows flickering on the stone walls.
For the first time, Tian Yao’er felt truly at ease.
Though she remained trapped in the cave, with Gu An here, she felt safe—no longer living in fear.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Gu An, now seventy-four cycles old, had a lifespan exceeding two million years. Everything was progressing smoothly.
Then, news spread.
The White Nightshade Sect had constructed a massive sacrificial altar in Silent Desolation Forest, preparing to offer live sacrifices.
Gu An’s divine sense swept over the altar.
It spanned over a hundred miles, with a massive cauldron at its center—inside was a towering flag infused with countless trapped souls.
Forty Profound Mind Realm cultivators guarded it.
The White Nightshade Sect was making their final gamble.
This meant their Grand Ascension master would soon reveal himself.
Gu An withdrew his divine sense and headed toward Wu Jue’s residence.
The time for the final battle was near.