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

Once just a lowly servant sweeping the halls of a grand estate, Gu An’s fate took a strange turn the day he accidentally broke a jar of mystical flowers. In his panic, something miraculous occurred — he absorbed a dozen years of vitality from the shattered petals. That was the moment Gu An realized: he could steal life span to cultivate.

Determined to tread the path of cultivation unnoticed, Gu An joined the outer ranks of the renowned Supreme Sect, not as a disciple but as a humble herb gardener. Quietly and methodically, he nurtured spirit herbs — and siphoned their life force to strengthen himself. Over time, the most basic of skills transformed under his mastery, evolving from ordinary techniques into divine arts echoing the will of heaven itself.

Ages came and went. Dynasties fell. The world changed beyond recognition. And amidst the whispers of sages and ascendant beings, tales of a solitary cultivator — Gu An — began to spread. Known for both his overwhelming power and mysterious generosity, he ascended past the Immortal Realm into the unfathomable domain of Saints, defying the very fabric of the Dao.

Then one day, an ethereal elder in white descended from the heavens. With a solemn voice, he introduced himself as Xuan Qing, emissary of the Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao.

“O Gu An, your virtue and benevolence have touched even the stars. By decree of the Celestial Court, you are invited to ascend as a divine official.”

Flattered, Gu An inquired, “What role would I serve?”

Xuan Qing replied, “You shall be the Keeper of Divine Steeds — guardian of celestial beasts who gallop across realms, their hooves echoing through Yin and Yang.”

“…Wait, you want me to take care of horses?”

From world-shattering cultivation to celestial stable duties — Gu An suddenly wondered if ascension was all it was cracked up to be.