Midsummer arrived. Under the scorching summer heat, Gu An was picking herbs in Mystic Valley.
As the demons and monsters under heaven decreased drastically, the sky grew bluer and bluer. Now the Three Dynasties, the Holy Land, and the Demon Emperor's forces were all sweeping out demons and monsters on a massive scale, causing the speed at which Gu An harvested lifespan to slow as well.
But everything was returning to peace. To him, that was a good thing.
Peace under heaven, quietly farming, secretly developing—that was the true kingly path.
Lu Jiujia came to Gu An's side and asked softly, "Senior Brother, are you taking part in the alchemy convention at the end of the year?"
After the Demon Ancestor died, Lu Baitian began making moves again. First he had Xuan Tianyi write a book, then he held the Number One Under Heaven Alchemy Convention. All kinds of generous rewards drew the eyes of cultivators under heaven, and Taixuan Sect disciples could participate as well.
In Lu Jiujia's eyes, Gu An's Alchemy was by no means poor. He had sent batch after batch of Handyman Disciples up to become Outer Sect disciples. In Mystic Valley alone, more than twenty disciples had already successfully reached Foundation Establishment, and new faces appeared in the medicine valley almost every year.
"I won't go join the bustle. Having my name on the Golden List is enough for your senior brother to get by for a lifetime," Gu An answered casually.
There would be plenty of similar Number One Under Heaven conventions later on. If there were a calligraphy convention, he might actually take part; in ordinary times, he loved practicing his characters.
Lu Jiujia began sighing over Taixuan Sect's development.
The Taixuan Sect of today had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to when he