This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 370 - 368: Which is the Strongest ’Egg Religion’ in the Great Wilderness
"Egg teaching and prenatal teaching should be the same, right?"
In a corner of the God of Spring’s Temple.
Wu Wang and the Young Master were sitting cross-legged in front of the ’nest’ made up of several layers of soft cushions, muttering to themselves.
The Young Master asked in surprise, "Prenatal teaching? What is that?"
Wu Wang couldn’t help but think of the first time he had gone to the main pavilion of the Human Emperor Pavilion to attend the Human Emperor’s banquet, where that female knight was visibly pregnant...
"In the Human Domain, some forces, in order to nurture excellent successors, will have the mother eat some tonics before the infant is born to cultivate the child’s aptitude. However, we don’t need to do that."
"I have heard of these, and the term prenatal teaching does sound apt."
The Young Master nodded slightly and added, "The Innate Gods do not care about how good the aptitude is; it all depends on whether the Great Dao they are born from is strong or weak. Ming’s Great Dao is already one of the top-level Great Daos in this world."
"No, no, no," Wu Wang shook his head repeatedly. "Great Dao, aptitude—these only determine the starting point. The child’s future achievements will still depend on whether she herself is hardworking!"
The Young Master laughed and said, "You’re really lecturing me now."
"That’s just the way it is. We can’t mess with fate and things like that."
Wu Wang looked at the God Egg wrapped in Divine Light in front of him and said with a smile, "It’s only forty-nine days; they’ll pass in the blink of an eye, so it’s better to just wait patiently."
"But we should still do something," the Young Master said, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Ming’s Great Dao is ultimately somewhat unstable."
"How about this?" Wu Wang reached into his left sleeve with his right hand, groping around for a while before quickly pulling out a seven-stringed zither and winking at the Young Master.
The Young Master laughed softly, took the long zither, and said, "I’ve lived for so many years; I do know a bit about playing the zither."
"Then let’s take turns playing for her for two to four hours every day."
The Young Master asked, "Do you have any music scores?"
"Just play whatever comes to mind."
"Then you must not laugh at me."
The Young Master pursed her lips lightly, used her Divine Power to secure the long zither, and carefully tuned the strings for a while before looking up at Wu Wang again. Seeing Wu Wang’s face full of expectation, she unconsciously sat up straighter. Her delicate and sweet figure was thus fully revealed.
Her slender fingers brushed over the strings, and the melodious sound of the zither flowed out cheerfully, like a small stream from a valley’s mountain springs.
Wu Wang was entranced by the sound, leaning back with his arms supporting his body, gazing at her delicate fingers plucking the strings.
The years flowed gently on, the world vast and limitless, and the spirits of all things roamed, dependent on heaven and earth. The soft spring breeze brought with it fine rain, moistening the somewhat dry land, causing the gray ground to sprout with a touch of greenery.
In another moment of reverie, warm green filled his eyes.
The young grass emerged, the willows gently swayed, weary birds returned to their nests, and thin clouds drifted away with the wind.
The God Egg, without anyone noticing, had already floated in front of them. The little God inside seemed to be listening with tilted head, small hands pressed against the eggshell, as if trying to capture those notes.
Wu Wang, who initially wanted to show off his ’blowing skills’ in front of the Young Master, wisely chose to hold back. No way, she’s from the second divine generation. I can’t compete.
***
Since returning to the Annihilation Sect from the main pavilion of the Human Emperor Pavilion, Yang Wudi was a bit dazed.
Who would believe this if it were spoken aloud? The Human Emperor invited him, a nobody, to dine, and the Human Emperor Pavilion Master personally grilled fish for him! Although Yang Wudi always felt that his Sect Master would definitely be able to sit in that position in the future, when such an event actually happened, his Dao heart couldn’t help but be variously agitated. However, what truly moved Yang Wudi was... according to news from Heaven Palace, the Sect Master had singled him out by name, specifying Yang Wudi to go to Heaven Palace to assist the Sect Master in a significant endeavor! What was this? It was trust! It was appreciation! It was... exclusive favor!
"HEHEHE!"
Above the clouds, Yang Wudi couldn’t help but burst into a big grin as he thought of this.
The Grand Elder who traveled with him flicked his sleeve with a cold snort, flung Yang Wudi towards the Annihilation Sect’s mountain gate, and said coldly, "Quickly pack your belongings and bid farewell to your friends and family. We leave in three days. The journey to Heaven Palace is fraught with exceptional danger, and you may never return!"
"Rest assured, Grand Elder!"
Yang Wudi stabilized himself in the air, threw back his head, and let out a hearty laugh, while a slight twitch appeared at the corner of the Grand Elder’s mouth before he disappeared in a flash of blood.
Shortly after, Yang Wudi stepped into the great formation with a dragon’s stride and a tiger’s imposing vigor.
He did not go to his own abode, nor return to the warm bed of his lover. Instead, he headed for the pavilion where Elders and officers were gathered, and before he could steady himself, he was surrounded by people.
"Elder Wudi, is the summons by His Majesty concerning the Sect Master?"
"What happened to the Sect Master? Could it be that those damn Innate Gods... Mmph! Mmph!"
"You jinx! I’ll break your neck if you keep spouting nonsense!"
"Ahem," Yang Wudi waved his hand grandly, lifted his head, puffed out his chest, firmed his buttocks, sucked in his stomach, and placed his hands on his hips.
His flair undiminished, his face beamed with joy and his heart fluttered.
Yang Wudi said with a smile, "If any of you have messages to convey to the Sect Master, treasures to send, or strategies to suggest, you may tell me everything. In three days, I will head to Heaven Palace to continue serving dutifully, offering my humble efforts for our Sect Master!"
Hearing this, everyone at first was startled, then crowded around him, bombarding Yang Wudi with questions about the whole affair.
Yang Wudi’s face showed complete satisfaction, for moments like these were indeed rare.
Before long, Yang Wudi, basking in ample praise, took his ’heroic’ steps as he was called away by Miaocui into the Treasure Hall.
Yang Wudi naturally didn’t dare to keep up his braggadocio. He bowed his head, bent his body, and with a mild smile at the corner of his mouth, he hastened into the hall, greeting warmly as he entered, "Sect Master Miao, you wanted to see me? Miss Lin is also here; she seems to have lost quite a bit of weight lately."
"Cut the crap," Miaocui said, her frosty face making her seem even more stunning.
She asked, "Did the Sect Master summon you to Heaven Palace to help with something?"
"Ah, yes, that’s right," Yang Wudi bowed his head and responded. "Although it may not really be to help, maybe the Sect Master just needed someone to run errands, so she sent for me."
"Hmph!"
Miaocui complained, "Why did the Sect Master only summon you and not invite me there?"
"This..."
Yang Wudi’s eyes darted about, and he quickly said, "The Sect Master’s considerations are undoubtedly comprehensive. Sect Master Miao and Miss Lin both possess beauty that can topple kingdoms and grace that can make nature itself seem pale. The gods of Heaven Palace are old lechers hundreds of thousands of years old. If you were to go, wouldn’t people be troubling the Sect Master daily?"
Lin Suqing scolded with a laugh, "I know why the Young Master only summoned Elder Wudi; Elder Wudi’s tongue is sharp enough to be worth three or four Transcendents."
Miaocui suddenly let out a light laugh, sounding like a multitude of flowers blooming and birds singing in unison.
But Yang Wudi pressed his head down firmly, not daring to move his gaze even slightly towards her.
For he knew that looking too much at a woman associated with the Sect Master was tantamount to having less sense!
Miaocui said, "Suqing, why not write a letter to the Sect Master? You’ve been pining for him, and you’ve lost quite a bit of weight recently."
"What kind of letter should I write..." Lin Suqing murmured softly, her palm-sized face revealing a touch of haggardness.
Although this haggardness was mostly due to recent difficulties in her cultivation, being unable to comprehend certain principles, and the fact that Dongfang Mumu had not yet finished her closed-door cultivation, in the eyes of others, it was thought that she was lovesick...
Lin Suqing didn’t know how to argue against this.
Lovesick over what? After the Young Master gained confidence from having his seal undone, his masculine charm became like a wild horse broken free from its reins. Now, in the Heaven Palace, he might even be living with a Goddess, enjoying her company. What reason does a little maiden like her have to be lovesick? HUMPH. He has the Young Master protecting him, after all.
"Why not send a message to Fairy Ling, and have Fairy Ling write a letter," Lin Suqing said with a smile. "As for Princess Jingwei, we needn’t worry; she must have already received the news."
Miaocui chuckled, "You can decide on this matter... Elder Wudi?"
"Your orders."
Miaocui said indifferently, "When you go to Heaven Palace, our Annihilation Sect will prepare a hundred chests of treasures for you to carry. These are for the Sect Master’s expenses in Heaven Palace. You must be diligent and ensure nothing is overlooked."
"Yes! Rest assured!"
"Go and accompany your dao companions," Miaocui chuckled. "You really are something. You started with six or seven dao companions, and in just a few years, four or five have left. What’s wrong? Is your stamina failing? Would you like our Black Desire Door’s unique secret technique?"
Yang Wudi’s old face turned red, and he stammered, not knowing how to answer. He could only mumble things like, ’We just had incompatible personalities,’ ’Everyone felt a bit tired of it,’ or ’I should give them the freedom they want.’
This caused a few female officers on the side to giggle continuously.
Yang Wudi hurriedly excused himself, leaving in quite an awkward state.
He couldn’t very well say that most of those paramours were using him as a stepping stone to ’go straight’ and escape the shackles of the Ten Evils Hall. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
In short: they had loved, it was worth it, and it was pretty good.
Heaven Palace, eh.
Yang Wudi clicked his tongue, then squared his shoulders confidently, puffed out his chest, and the aura of spring emanated from his entire being as he strolled with his hands behind his back through the Sect.
「In a corner of the Sect, before a vast, doorless, glazed Grand Hall spanning several acres.」
The Grand Elder stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with emotion and satisfaction as he muttered, "Old Sect Master, I shall go to Heaven Palace to assist our Sect Master. Rest well. I don’t know if I’ll be able to return safely to our mountain gates one day. With the Sect Master there alone, I cannot be at ease. Although I am no match for those Strong Gods of Heaven Palace, I will not fear them. This world is indeed becoming harder to understand. After all, I am growing old."
The grand hall was empty and vast; naturally, there would be no response from within.
***
The intensive ’egg-nurturing’ for the God of Death was in full swing.
The Young Master simply settled down in the God of Spring’s Temple. After all, an Innate God need not deliberately rest, and there were only a short forty-nine days left until Ming officially hatched.
Wu Wang created a schedule, taking turns with the Young Master to play the zither for the egg, recite poetry to it, explain the principles of being human, and nurture it with the power of the Great Dao.
The Young Master’s Great Dao of Reproduction greatly benefited the God Egg.
The Yin Yang Qi released by Wu Wang could also allow Ming, while still within the egg, to begin experiencing the balance of Yin and Yang in this world.
Wu Wang even spent half a day using the alchemy furnace given by old Senior Shen Nong to fashion a warming stove. He placed the God Egg inside to ’steam’ it for forty-nine days using the Eight Trigrams Yin and Yang Path. Perhaps this would produce a miraculous effect.
The second-generation Immortals of the Human Domain were, at most, born with innate spiritual treasures.
His goddaughter, Wu Wang’s, would be born stepping on myriad Great Daos!
"Once Ming is born, we won’t be able to be with her all the time," the Young Master mused. "How about we find a trustworthy Divine Spirit or living being to provide her with close personal care?"
Wu Wang immediately thought of the Ming Snake but quickly dismissed the idea. Then, Wu Wang thought of Yun Zhongjun, but he quickly ruled him out as well. A male wet nurse would be a bit ridiculous.
"Perhaps we should invite Sister Niu back?"
"Sister Niu... PFFT!"
The Young Master was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth as giggles spilled out. She couldn’t help but bend over, clutching her stomach in the hanging basket, laughing until her long hair became somewhat disheveled.
Wu Wang squinted with a smile. Her sense of humor is indeed peculiar, he thought.
"Hmm?"
Wu Wang’s brows furrowed. He turned to look at the temple door, made a silencing gesture to the Young Master, and then glided towards the entrance.
No sooner had he removed the Barrier around him than the visitor stepped into the temple’s threshold before he could fully turn to face the door.
Behold the approaching deity: his face handsome as jade, lips red and teeth white, a tall figure with flowing long hair, clad in a white robe with golden embroidery and white boots adorned with twin dragons—his bearing elegant and quite extraordinary.
It was the Head Manager who had arrived.
The Head Manager seemed to be in a good mood. Gazing at Wu Wang’s face, he smiled and said, "God of Spring, you..."
Just at that moment, a trace of black light flashed before Wu Wang, quickly solidifying into a comely silhouette.
The Young Master positioned herself protectively in front of Wu Wang, eyeing her elder brother with caution.
Having been previously brought to such laughter by Wu Wang that she had bent forwards and backwards, her gown and hair were now in some disorder. Her delicate face was flushed, and every glance and angle revealed an incomparable beauty.
The smile on the Head Manager’s face froze, his complexion visibly shifting from clear to overcast, then darkening completely.
"It seems I have interrupted something between the two of you."
Wu Wang casually circled around to stand beside the Young Master and said with a smile, "Head Manager, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
"I am here to inform you," the Head Manager said indifferently, "that His Majesty, in his benevolence, has permitted the God of Death to acknowledge you as her father. After the God of Death is born, the God of Spring is requested to bring her to pay respects to His Majesty and express gratitude for this grace."
"Is that so?"
Wu Wang smiled. "Thank you for the reminder, Head Manager. When the time comes, I will certainly go before His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor to express my gratitude."
"Hmph!"
The Head Manager flicked his sleeve and gave his sister a complex glance.
"You..."
The Young Master tilted her head slightly in confusion, quite puzzled by the Head Manager’s reaction.
"Consider it carefully yourself! Forget it! Forget it! In the end, I can’t control you anymore!" The Head Manager muttered this softly, then swept Wu Wang with a glare that seemed sharp enough to slice off a layer of flesh, before turning away and soaring into the distance.
"Strange and bizarre," the Young Master muttered discontentedly.
Wu Wang, however, raised an eyebrow. Watching the Head Manager’s retreating figure with narrowed eyes, he commented with a smile, "The Head Manager might not be much of a god, but as an elder brother, he’s quite admirable."
The Young Master pursed her lips slightly, whispering, "He just thinks that I’m naive about everything, that all the Divine Spirits and living beings between heaven and earth want to deceive or bully me."
"Rest assured," Wu Wang gazed at the distant and nearby temples, peering at the patch of azure peeking between their gaps, speaking softly, "I wouldn’t trick you in any way."
"Mm," the Young Master responded softly, stepping forward to lean against the door frame, gazing out towards the horizon, lost in thought.
Wu Wang quickly erected a Barrier, fearful of any further misunderstandings.
His relationship with the Young Master, at this stage, was still quite innocent.
「A fortnight later.」
The Divine Guards from Heaven Palace came to report that a Cultivator from the Human Domain had been captured by the Heaven Palace Divine Guards. The man claimed he was acting under the God of Spring’s orders to come to Heaven Palace and had been escorted to the Prison Palace of Heaven Palace.
Yang Wudi and his companions had indeed arrived rather swiftly.
