This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 356 - 354: Siblings Confrontation

The commotion at the Death Temple died down after a good while.

Wu Wang mingled among the minor gods who had come to watch, gazing from a distance at the scene.

Layers of Divine Power crisscrossed, and innumerable beams of Divine Light stained the night sky.

Scorching lava overflowed from the volcano, as if at any moment a chaotic beast would crawl out of the lava lake and launch a surprise attack on the Heaven Palace.

Above it, dark clouds rumbled. Volcanic ash mixed with the clouds, continuously releasing bolts of lightning.

At that moment, the Death Temple was enveloped by layers of golden light. From time to time, a dark beam of light would tear through the golden restraints.

The Head Manager floated above the Death Temple; the golden light was indeed scattered by his hand.

Perhaps it was because the Head Manager had ’helped’ him on several occasions. Wu Wang suddenly found this foremost assistant god of the Heaven Palace—a Divine Spirit used by Emperor Shun as a tool to consolidate the Heavenly Emperor’s divine authority, the Young Master’s elder brother... Quite handsome, actually.

The Earth God and the Young Master stood at a slightly greater distance, ready to suppress any outburst from the Dao of Death at any moment.

More than a dozen other figures stood outside the Death Temple as backup, all of them strong gods from the Heaven Palace.

Only the Gold God was not present.

Wu Wang watched for a while as if he were just another bystander. He also took the time to memorize the ’appearances and laughter’ of the gods around him and marked the Great Daos he was interested in.

He also caught snippets of the minor gods’ discussions...

"Has the God of Death collapsed again?"

"Sigh, this Great Dao is too sinister. It’s said that it no longer needs Divine Power for reconstruction; merely the thoughts conveyed by living beings through this Great Dao can prompt it to continuously give birth to new Gods of Death."

"There are indeed too many living beings."

"Death is an inherent trait of living beings. Yet, because they resist and avert death, they forcibly project these negative emotions onto the Divine Spirit of the Dao of Death."

"Truly miserable."

"Truly miserable."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wang seemed to ponder for a moment. Almost as if infected by the sentiment, he lamented, "Truly miserable."

The turmoil at the Death Temple lasted for half an hour before it was forcefully suppressed by the Head Manager.

As the pitch-black Divine Light receded, wailing sounds could be heard from within, as if countless aggrieved souls were weeping in dark corners.

Many main gods and minor gods, who had come to enjoy the spectacle, began to disperse.

Wu Wang was about to leave, blending in with the crowd of gods...

"God of Spring, perhaps you should come here and explain."

The Head Manager’s voice came from afar, carrying a hint of sternness.

Wu Wang turned his head calmly. Feeling the gazes falling on him, his Daoist heart remained tranquil; he even felt like smiling.

"What counsel does the Head Manager have?"

The Head Manager’s expression was stern. He took half a step forward, his figure seeming to pierce through layers of Heaven and Earth, and appeared directly in front of Wu Wang, looking down at him from mid-air.

"Was the God of Death provoked in some way?"

I was on the verge of replying with just four words—"blah blah blah blah."

He smiled. "Am I not doing as the Head Manager suggested? Visiting here every few days, using my divine power of Withered Wood Rejuvenation to ’moisturize’ the God of Death?"

The Head Manager said sharply, "And how, precisely, did you do that?"

"Moisturize it! What else could I do?"

Wu Wang spread his hands. "I am now trapped in the Heaven Palace, bound by the Great God Xihe’s restrictions, unable to venture too far from it. To suffer less, I naturally must follow the Head Manager’s arrangements and come here to while away my idle time. Speaking of which, regarding the Divine Power I spent ’moistening’ the God of Death previously, will the Heaven Palace compensate me?"

"Stop beating around the bush!"

The Head Manager said coldly, "Let me ask you, did you visit the Death Temple today?"

"I did."

"And did you ’moisturize’ the God of Death?"

Wu Wang laughed. "I did."

"Very well!"

The Head Manager waved his hand emphatically and shouted angrily, "Just now, the God of Death expressed its rage to me! It said it was about to break free from its old body and complete its reshaping, but someone forcefully interrupted it with a palm strike! And that person even nailed its old body shut! Feng Chun, are you afraid that if the God of Death stabilizes, it will endanger the Human Domain? You came to the Heaven Palace with such insidious intentions! Just how much malice do you harbor?"

"Head Manager, there’s no need to be in such a hurry to assign blame. Let me ask you one thing."

Wu Wang, however, spoke evenly, "If I truly intended to target the God of Death, would I have merely pressed it back into its sarcophagus instead of shattering its still somewhat fragile Divine Thought?"

The Head Manager’s gaze sharpened.

The white clouds beneath Wu Wang churned slightly, lifting him slowly into the sky until he was level with the Head Manager.

Wu Wang smiled leisurely as he spoke, "If I truly harbored malicious intent, how would the Head Manager sentence me? The Head Manager knows full well that I come from the Human Domain, was once an enemy of the Heaven Palace, and disapprove of many of the Heaven Palace’s practices. You also know the God of Death’s peculiar condition and its extreme susceptibility to collapse. Yet, you still arranged for me to be responsible for ’moisturizing’ the God of Death. Why? Could it be that the Head Manager was waiting for this very moment to accuse me, so you could righteously reclaim the god position of Feng Chun?"

The Head Manager’s brow twitched slightly.

Wu Wang ignored this, instead turning his head to glance at the gods of the Heaven Palace, who were neither too far nor too close.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and stated calmly, "What I detest is the Heaven Palace’s oppression of living beings, not the order of the Heaven Palace itself. What I abhor are the Innate Gods, born from the Great Dao, yet tainted by selfish desires and controlled by personal greed. However, I do not dislike the Great Daos that form the foundation of the Heavenly Emperor’s rules. What I find most intolerable are those Divine Spirits who possess significant divine authority but use their powers to flatter their superiors for the sake of their own status. Yet, I hold no prejudice against the Head Manager’s Lifespan Dao."

He paused. Looking at the Head Manager’s ashen face, Wu Wang smiled and said, "Head Manager, rest assured, I harbor no bias against you either."

The Head Manager replied indifferently, "Wu Wangzi, your sophistry will not absolve you of responsibility."

"Then please, Head Manager, deal with this matter justly."

Wu Wang cupped his hands. "First, let’s calculate the Divine Power I expended on the God of Death. Then, consider how to reward my efforts. There’s no need for an excessive reward, although I did indeed expend some effort to pull the God of Death back from the brink of collapse. The gods of the Heaven Palace are all watching; surely the Head Manager cannot disregard justice."

The Head Manager’s eyes narrowed slightly, lightning seeming to flash within them.

Meanwhile, the Innate Gods who had been watching were now either turning their heads to chat idly, using Divine Arts to conceal themselves, or turning to flee without a moment’s hesitation.

The Head Manager declared loudly, "Feng Chun neglected his duty in caring for the God of Death. Does Feng Chun admit this?"

This kind of manipulation is too simplistic.

First, a seemingly light and trivial accusation is made. The accused Innate God, thinking it inconsequential, admits to it. But once the admission is made, the Head Manager will escalate the matter, piling on severe accusations.

Therefore, Wu Wang said calmly, "I do not admit it."

"Very well," the Head Manager suddenly called out sharply. "Divine Guards! Where are you?"

Golden lights flew in from all directions, and thousands of Divine Guards completely surrounded the area.

Wu Wang sneered. He knew more words were useless. With a slight shake of his right hand, the Daoist weapon, the Star Sword, was firmly in his grasp.

Although it is said that a wise man avoids unnecessary confrontation, Wu Wang had to consider whether his words and actions in the Heaven Palace were consistent with the character of a Human Immortal from the Human Domain.

If he showed weakness today, it would be tantamount to openly declaring his grand ambitions regarding the Heaven Palace.

He didn’t need to fear even if he couldn’t win, since Emperor Shun and his wife Xihe wouldn’t let him get hurt. But if he didn’t even dare to fight, the Head Manager would suppress him step by step in the future, just as Emperor Shun had "trained" the Head Manager over hundreds of thousands of years.

At this moment, the Head Manager’s gaze was calm, his aura as majestic as a towering mountain. The thousands of Divine Weapons around them were poised to surge forward.

Wu Wang’s lips curled into a mocking smile. His left hand was behind his back, the longsword in his right hand pointed obliquely downward. His bound hair fluttered in the wind, and his usually steady eyes now brimmed with an untamed spirit.

Let’s fight then! Am I supposed to be afraid of this?!

WHOOSH—

Wu Wang’s figure flickered. He experienced the familiar pulling sensation, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself behind a slender silhouette.

Where he had been hovering, a puppet was now falling through the air.

"Brother, what is the meaning of this?"

The Young Master’s pretty face turned cold as ice. Her eyes were fixated on the thousands of Divine Guards and directly on the Head Manager’s figure.

The Head Manager’s expression, previously calm, visibly turned grim.

"My dear sister, do not act willfully," the Head Manager said indifferently. "The God of Spring intends to harm the God of Death. I will report this matter to His Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor! Divine Guards, seize him and await His Majesty’s judgment!"

The Young Master was also annoyed. Her eyes began to show a trace of cold light. Her hair, coiled at the back of her head, promptly unfurled, turning snow-white as it fluttered.

"Who dares step forward?"

Her gaze swept across them, and all thousand Divine Guards bowed their heads, avoiding her look. They shrank back, not daring to deploy their formation.

After all, compared to a reduction in lifespan, being unable to reproduce seemed even more terrifying.

The other gods watched from a greater distance, none wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

However, Wu Wang, one of the individuals involved, now stood right behind the Young Master, merely an arm’s length away. Her fluttering silver-white hair slightly unsettled his spiritual mind.

This... silver hair can be this beautiful too. And the Young Master, when angry, though seemingly a different deity from her usual self, exudes an even more intense charm.

Wu Wang laughed and said, "I can handle this. You don’t need to get involved."

"He’s targeting you specifically," the Young Master transmitted her voice. "You are constrained everywhere in the Heaven Palace. If I don’t protect you, he’ll bully you mercilessly."

But the problem is, sister, you’re not that adept at dueling either.

Wu Wang chuckled silently to himself, calmly standing behind the Young Master.

However, if a fight did break out, he would naturally rush out in front of the Young Master.

The Head Manager declared in a firm voice, "My dear sister, have you been bewitched by him!"

The Young Master spoke indifferently, "Brother, why must you speak like that? It’s true I am on good terms with the God of Spring, but I wouldn’t show undue favoritism. Just as the God of Spring said, it was you, brother, who sent him to ’nourish’ the God of Death. You also knew well that, being from the Human Domain, he would inherently be averse to the God of Death. He used the power of Feng Chun to ’nourish’ the God of Death, thus fulfilling what the Heaven Palace asked of him and carrying out his duty. When the Dao of Death erupted, he subconsciously sealed the stone coffin and chose to retreat immediately for self-preservation. Is there anything unreasonable in this?

"Conversely, brother, even if you dislike him and want to oppose him at every turn, you should use more subtle methods. Acting so brazenly and recklessly—isn’t that going too far? Are we to abandon all sense of reason?"

The Head Manager’s expression was exceedingly complex.

But Wu Wang could feel the Lifespan Dao was on the brink of erupting.

The Young Master snorted coldly. She spread her arms, and her short skirt, shimmering with Divine Light, ’grew’ into a long gown. Her small face appeared even more holy and sacred, while the fluctuations of the Reproduction Dao steadily climbed!

Because the Head Manager had arbitrarily shortened the human race’s lifespan and restricted the experts of the Human Domain, he had suffered a backlash, and his Lifespan Dao had also been implicated.

And as for the Young Master’s Reproduction Dao... In the current world, living beings were multiplying endlessly, their numbers ever increasing!

"Both of you."

That deep, resonant voice rang out again. A tall, earth-yellow wall coalesced from nothing, severing the confrontational gazes between the Head Manager and the Young Master.

At the same time, a Daoist Essence that seemed vast enough to encompass the entire sky slowly permeated the area.

The Earth God flew forward with a solemn expression, positioning himself directly between the Young Master and the Head Manager.

"If you two fight over this, I fear it will damage the dignity of the Heaven Palace, and His Majesty would likely be displeased," the Earth God said.

The Head Manager’s expression softened slightly, and he snorted lightly.

Seeing this, Wu Wang couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. He knew that since matters had escalated this far, it was best not to continue.

He did not wish to see the Young Master forced to confront her own elder brother; sibling conflict was a tragedy in itself. If the Head Manager needed to be dealt with, Wu Wang would do it himself.

The Earth God turned to the Head Manager, cupped his hands, and said in a soothing voice, "Head Manager, you bear many worries for the Heaven Palace, and I am certainly aware of them. His Majesty holds high hopes for the God of Death, yet the God of Death repeatedly collapses. With the Human Domain pressing relentlessly and the Candle Dragon watching menacingly, the Head Manager understandably wants the God of Death to overcome its difficulties quickly and aid the Heaven Palace. For this reason, it was quite reasonable for the Head Manager to arrange for the God of Spring, who possesses such a profound divine power as Withered Wood Rejuvenation, to intervene."

The Head Manager nodded calmly and clasped his hands behind his back.

Then, the Earth God looked towards the Young Master and Wu Wang. A slight smile touched his lips as he spoke warmly, "Young Master, God of Spring, you need not be angry either. The Head Manager has also poured his heart and soul into matters of the Heaven Palace. Regarding today’s events, the God of Spring certainly has merits. However, his suppression of the God of Death is also a fact, so he bears some fault. Nevertheless, the God of Death’s condition is much improved, and its consciousness is gradually awakening. By rights, this should indeed be counted as the God of Spring’s achievement."

This isn’t good, Wu Wang thought, feeling uneasy. This Earth God was surely about to propose some ’devious plan.’ Ever since the fellow had smiled at him, Wu Wang had felt a sense of foreboding. In the Heaven Palace, the truly difficult ones to deal with were the Earth God and the Gold God, these two Five Elements Gods. When the Earth God smiles, misfortune often follows.

"How about this," the Earth God said with a smile. "The God of Spring shall visit the Death Temple once more. Use your power of Withered Wood Rejuvenation to help the God of Death escape its old body. Afterward, I will go before His Majesty and request commendation for the God of Spring. If the Young Master is concerned, perhaps you could accompany the God of Spring to oversee the process. Alas, who knows how long the God of Death can last this time."

After these few sentences, Wu Wang was left with no choice.

The Earth God was indeed formidable.

First, he flattered the Head Manager, elevating his standing and defusing the awkward confrontation between him and the Young Master. Then, he acknowledged Wu Wang’s achievements, attempting to soothe Wu Wang’s restless Daoist heart, while smoothly persuading him to help the God of Death fully escape its predicament.

The Earth God’s seemingly casual remark, ’If the Young Master is concerned,’ also concealed a calculated move.

The Reproduction Dao and the Dao of Feng Chun overseeing the Dao of Death might lead to some wondrous reactions. This also served to placate the Young Master.

At this point, what tension or showdown remained?

Watching the Young Master’s hair slowly return to its jet-black color, Wu Wang inwardly sighed. What a pity.

Wu Wang did not want to let the Earth God completely dictate the situation, nor did he wish to be led by the nose.

He took half a step forward, chuckled lightly at the Earth God, and was just about to speak and foil the Earth God’s scheme when—

"We accept."

The Young Master’s pretty face tilted slightly, an indescribable air of spiritedness about her. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Wu Wang laughed heartily and said no more, retracting the Star Sword.