This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 381 - 379: Strike While the Iron is Hot!
"A clear sky, broad daylight, and thunder strikes—what in heaven's name is going on!"
The site of the incident, a Divine Spirit of the Heaven Palace born from the Human race, stood up with a pout and glare. The surrounding tree branches were empty, with only a faint fragrance still lingering in the air.
Wu Wang looked up. The sky was now bright and clear; the recent thunder was evidently something fishy!
Has the God of Thunderstorms gone unruly?
Damn it, I forgot to add a few dozen more Barriers!
Wu Wang felt a pang of regret and smacked his lips. His Dao heart was like a lake under the rain, covered with fine ripples. His entire being became extraordinarily spirited, feeling completely relaxed.
Beneath his Daoist robe, the hem inexplicably lifted. Wu Wang recited the Heart-Purifying Mantra several times and finally managed to stabilize the situation for the moment.
Where did she run off to as a streak of Liu Guang?
His Immortal Consciousness swept over, catching the lingering shadow of the Young Master flying back to that treehouse. The scene from just moments ago seemed to replay before his eyes...
The image persisted, and that strange, wonderful touch also left Wu Wang full of reminiscence, especially the unique, refreshing scent emanating from her.
From this moment on, he was destined to be haunted by dreams and thoughts of her.
Wu Wang softly murmured the name, "Young Master." He suddenly wanted to give her a fragrant name, but then he thought better of it; she was, after all, an Innate God who had existed since the second Divine Era, and a name would render her ordinary.
This was also nice; unique, the only one in heaven and earth.
He started humming a folk song from his home province, "In spring, flowers fill the air with their sweet scent," adding a cheerful "tra-la-la-la-la-la"~
Wu Wang walked leisurely toward the treehouse with his hands clasped behind his back.
She must be dying of embarrassment by now, so it wasn't appropriate to wander in front of her and add to her discomfort; but this was absolutely not the time to avoid her. He would go where she could see him; even just standing quietly was to let her know he was there. In this way, he could give her a sense of security about their connection, preventing her from wild speculation and mistrust, thereby keeping their budding feelings from cooling down. It was just a small tactic for getting along with each other.
In the treehouse, Nu Chou's teasing and the Young Master's gentle chiding played off each other amusingly.
Outside the treehouse, the stream of people coming to worship and pray for children was endless, their hearts filled with a bit more hope.
What they didn't know was that at this moment their Goddess had no mind to wield the power of the Great Dao, wrapped up in a warmth that she couldn't shake off for a long time.
In the Heaven Palace, inside the Head Manager's Temple, Liu Guang, clad in ancient Battle Armor, sat with his legs together on the steps.
The Head Manager, in white robes, paced back and forth incessantly, his footsteps nearly rubbing sparks from the floor. His face alternated between fierce and calm.
When his face was fierce, he would mutter non-stop:
"Fake, it's all fake!"
When his face regained calmness, the scenes he had just witnessed would re-emerge, and he emitted a low growl, like that of a fierce beast, from his throat.
Liu Guang's handsome, otherworldly face was full of confusion as he carefully pondered the possible tangle and enmity between the Head Manager, the Young Master, and that Human race Divine Spirit who seemed warm and reliable to him.
But with his knowledge accumulated from the third and fourth Divine Eras, he clearly could not cope with such complex problems, and his young face was full of conflict.
Wu Wang had previously hoodwinked... COUGH.
In the stories Wu Wang told to Liu Guang before, he detailed his clashes with the Head Manager.
It was a part of the hundred-year war between the Human Domain and the Heaven Palace.
Therefore, in Liu Guang's view, it made sense for the Head Manager to dislike, even hate, Wu Wangzi.
Similarly, it made sense for the Young Master to like or even think highly of Wu Wangzi.
The inconsistency lies in...
"Brother Head Manager," Liu Guang asked softly, "there's something I don't quite understand."
"Speak!"
The Head Manager barked, then realizing his own rudeness, took a deep breath to settle his mood, gave Liu Guang a faint smile, and said gently, "Ask away."
Liu Guang looked into the Head Manager's eyes, his voice still soft, "You and Sister Young Master clearly have divergence on some matters. If both of you still stand on the same side, then one of you must be right, and the other wrong. If both of you think you're correct, then, Brother Head Manager... Have your and Sister Young Master's stances already diverged? Is that so?"
The Head Manager didn't argue but calmly nodded. He responded, "Many things have happened over the years, and my relationship with my sister has gradually changed from what it used to be. However, you don't need to know the internal reasons for that. Just understand that I am now the first supporting Divine Power of the Heaven Palace, deeply trusted by the Heavenly Emperor. What I consider is maintaining the Heavenly Emperor's dignity, safeguarding the glory of the Heaven Palace, and upholding the order of heaven and earth that we worked so hard to establish. Your Sister Young Master considers more the plight of the living beings; as we both are gods of living beings, we are inevitably influenced by them. She just couldn't resist that influence, that's all."
Liu Guang seemed thoughtful at that moment.
The Head Manager's eyes showed a struggle, but it quickly faded away, and he continued to smile at Liu Guang, "Now that you're awake, try to stay active for a while. There's something I want to tell you, but you need to remain calm, don't panic—the Heaven and Earth Seal is not secure, and Candle Dragon might return one day."
Liu Guang froze on the spot, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his whole body trembled slightly, his face drained of color.
Sometimes, the one who killed your father brings not only hatred but also extreme fear.
The Head Manager did not say much more, continuing to pace back and forth, his eyes full of contemplation.
That Wu Wangzi! He won't fool my sister so easily and take her away! It looks like I must find something to keep this Wu Wangzi busy.
「After the incident in the early morning, Wu Wang's meeting with the Young Master took place at noon.」
The wooden door of the treehouse slid open, and the Young Master emerged wearing a long black dress, looking up to see the figure standing ten feet away.
She thought she could keep her composure, but her heart fluttered uncontrollably, feeling an inexplicable stir.
Just as her gaze met Wu Wang's, the Young Master's heart lurched, and she swiftly turned to look inside the house.
Xiao Ming, who was hiding in Nu Chou's arms, couldn't help but tilt her head and called out in a babyish voice, "Daddy!"
Wu Wang squinted and answered with a smile, "Yes, come to Daddy for a hug."
"GIGGLE GIGGLE! No! Niu Niu feels comfy."
Xiao Ming snuggled deeper into Nu Chou's embrace, giggling foolishly at Wu Wang.
The Young Master felt somewhat at a loss and said softly, "Ming, your collar is crooked," reaching out to adjust Xiao Ming's little immortal dress.
'Eh?'
Niu Jie could tell at a glance that there was something going on here!
Nu Chou glanced at Wu Wang, saw the amusement in the depths of his eyes, and understood the situation. Holding Xiao Ming, she gently patted her.
Nu Chou smiled and said, "Xiao Ming, didn't you say you wanted to go fishing? Shall we go back to the heavens to fish?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Lady Young Master," Nu Chou said, holding the child and bowing slightly, "then I'll take Xiao Ming back now."
Ignoring the plea in the Young Master's eyes and the tugging at her fingers, Niu Jie decisively carried Xiao Ming out of the treehouse, onto a pathway to the heavens, riding the clouds towards the Heaven Palace.
The Young Master: …
Whose subordinate god is this little Niu, exactly!
"COUGH, COUGH COUGH!" Wu Wang cleared his throat.
The Young Master bit her lip, all too aware of the many gazes fixed on her, and did her best to stay composed as she slowly turned around.
She dared not look at Wu Wang, but simply said, "We should head back as well."
"Alright," Wu Wang produced a white cloud, positioning himself in the corner and leaving two-thirds of the space for the Young Master.
The Young Master nodded in thanks, lifting the hem of her dress gracefully as she hopped onto it.
The white cloud chased after the clouds ahead, flying quite swiftly at first, but once it entered the Heaven Palace's lowest layers of Barriers, it gradually slowed down.
Wu Wang and the Young Master each stood at one end of the cloud, merely three feet apart.
Wu Wang turned to look at her, but she kept her gaze down at the cloud. Her side profile, neck, and collarbone together created an exquisitely beautiful picture.
"Hey."
He greeted her casually.
"Hmm," the Young Master pursed her lips lightly, as several layers of Divine Power Barriers sprang up around them.
At this time, one absolutely could not ask if one had been presumptuous before, nor could one mention any previous offense. The Young Master's character was prone to shyness, and sometimes, amid a flurry of words, misunderstandings could easily arise. Moreover, seeing the Young Master in her current state, Wu Wang didn't think she was in a stable state of mind.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Wu Wang took half a step forward.
The Young Master's body shivered slightly, seemingly instinctively wanting to evade, yet she forcibly steadied herself.
So, Wu Wang leaned in close to the Young Master, lowered his head, and asked, "Did you experience it?"
The Young Master secretly sighed with relief and replied in a low voice, "I, I experienced it."
"I experienced it too."
Wu Wang, using his gentlest tone, whispered in her ear, "Indeed, even an intimate encounter with you turns out to be quite a pleasant experience."
"How can you... say such a thing..."
The Young Master was somewhat at a loss and looked up at Wu Wang, intending to glare fiercely at him. But upon seeing those smiling, starry eyes, she found herself devoid of any stern thoughts, only a slight annoyance remained.
"That was… um, as a Goddess of Reproduction, trying to complete the Great Dao I lack, yes, that's it!"
"Okay, okay," Wu Wang laughed. "Then how is your progress in completing your Great Dao, Lady Young Master?"
"It's passable."
The Young Master seemed to regain her confidence, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head slightly, the lingering flush on her pretty face dazzling observers.
She tried to appear composed and patted Wu Wang on the shoulder, speaking nonsensically with a serious face, "This time, this God has experienced the pleasure of living beings, thanks largely to you. I'll reward you later!"
"What reward?" Wu Wang asked with genuine curiosity.
The Young Master blinked and seriously considered it.
While she wasn't paying attention, Wu Wang's left hand retreated into his sleeve and clutched a Jade Hairpin. While saying, "There's a leaf on your head," his left hand had already touched the top of her head.
Taken by surprise, a Jade Hairpin was now pinned askew in the Young Master's hair.
Wu Wang casually inspected it for a moment, then naturally adjusted the angle of the Jade Hairpin. The defenses she had barely built up immediately crumbled, and she covered her face, whimpering softly.
They had actually kissed… kissed! How had things gotten so far so soon after meeting? And it seemed that she didn't dislike it; instead, she felt quite happy. Although she had existed in the world for countless years, she was mostly obtuse, either sensing the Great Dao or preparing to sense the Great Dao. When she walked among the Hundred Races, she mostly just looked at the scenery and restrained herself from peering into the private matters of others. She had never experienced such a scene! This man is truly annoying! As the dignified Goddess of Reproduction, how could she show such a girlish attitude in these matters? And he still insisted on disturbing her spiritual mind.
While feeling at a loss, the Young Master suddenly heard Wu Wang's sigh and unconsciously looked up at him.
"I don't know whether this is right or wrong."
Wu Wang's eyes shimmered with a hint of concern as he gazed into her eyes, showing a trace of apology, but he said in a deep voice, "I am a prisoner in the Heaven Palace, a Human Domain cultivator, the Young Master of Northern Wilderness, at odds with the Heaven Palace. Possibly, if our relationship continues to develop, we will face many difficulties in the future. The gods won't allow it, humans will forbid it, the Heaven Palace will obstruct, the Heavenly Emperor will be discontented, and I have some secrets that I cannot yet share with you. But I don't want to miss out on your story. I no longer want to regard you as an Ancient God in the future; I want to see you as a living being, as an existence like myself, and then slowly walk through getting acquainted and understanding each other, until we decide whether to stay together or part ways. It might be too early to say this now, but I want to be clear... you are more enchanting to me than the path of Stars I've always pursued."
The Young Master's lips were nearly bitten through.
She didn't know what was happening to her, immersed in the sound of his voice, adrift and reluctant for it to fade away. She even forgot to comprehend the specific meanings of his words, her eyes shimmering with emotion, the tenderness like the warmth of early morning surging again, unceasingly.
But Wu Wang made no further advances.
The most fitting thing right now would have been to embrace her and press the advantage, to taste again that 'flavor' he longed for. However, Wu Wang felt a twinge of reluctance. He didn't want the woman before him to fall into an intimate relationship with him while being utterly clueless and then to harbor feelings out of such closeness. That, to the overly pure woman, would be unfair.
So, Wu Wang simply took hold of the Young Master's tender hands and smiled, "Is that okay?"
"Mhm," she naturally didn't object, nor did she avoid his gaze anymore.
Even the Young Master felt that if he had made even more excessive demands, she probably wouldn't have refused.
"Then let's start as if we were a couple of ordinary beings meeting and falling in love," Wu Wang said warmly, "even if we're busy, we should still do some simple things together."
"Alright."
The Young Master agreed softly, still shy and timid but much less hesitant than before.
The clouds moved on, and the Barrier dissipated.
The two held hands, right hand in left, not even half a foot apart, flying boldly through the Heaven Palace, drawing the gaze of many onlookers, whose jaws dropped in either roundness or pointiness.
If previously, the affair between the God of Spring and the Young Master was just a rumor in the Heaven Palace, merely some lower-ranked gods speculating about their superiors with a hint of malice.
From today, rumors have turned into fact.
These two gods, they really hit it off.
「One day later, inside the Head Manager's temple.」
Liu Guang hid behind a Screen, manipulating several Jade Talismans to control the scene within a bronze mirror. The mirror reflected various landscapes from the Human Domain.
He began to understand the recent changes in Heaven and Earth, feeling the impact that the Human Domain had on the world's order.
In the center of the grand hall, the Head Manager sat in a wooden chair, his face as dark as still water, exuding a pressure that made the surrounding dozen subordinate gods struggle to breathe.
"Where is the Featherfalling God?"
The Head Manager asked coldly, "Did he not receive the summoning order I sent out?"
The subordinate gods were silent as cicadas in winter, afraid to even breathe too loudly.
If the Head Manager had called them to the Heavenly Administrative Palace, it would have been somewhat better; certainly, he would assign them tasks related to the Heaven Palace.
But this time, the Head Manager had summoned them directly to his own temple, shutting the doors to discuss matters... What they were discussing, they knew all too well.
Aren't the Divine Realms of these subordinate gods all close to that of the God of Spring?
The Head Manager must be planning to seriously deal with the God of Spring!
"The Featherfalling God isn't coming?"
The Head Manager asked again. The subordinate gods each lowered their heads.
A goddess, who frequently socialized closely with the Featherfalling God and often attended parties held in the gardens of the divine spirits with him, stepped forward and said in a soft voice, "Reporting to the Head Manager, the Featherfalling God, he... he seems to have gone to the lower realm. One of the God of Spring's underlings, a Transcendent expert from the Human Domain, just caused a commotion in the Featherfalling God's Divine Realm and vowed to be at odds with the Featherfalling God until death. Needless to say, the Featherfalling God is exceedingly wary of the fourth auxiliary god."
"Oh?"
A hint of a smile appeared on the Head Manager's lips.
"If that is the case, then it couldn't be better. Someone! Go search in the Emperor's City below, and inquire if the Featherfalling God has encountered any difficulties. If he says there are no difficulties, then make the Featherfalling God understand that he *should* be in trouble."
Two dull responses came from the gate of the hall, and two shadows darted through the tightly shut doors, leaving faint ripples in Heaven and Earth before disappearing.
A god whispered, "Head Manager, have you cultivated new Evil Gods again?"
The Head Manager did not reply, his eyelids slowly drooping as he waited for news from the lower realm.
He was not like the Gold God. The Heaven Palace was his home ground; having governed the Heaven Palace for countless years, he had plenty of cards in his hand.
That bastard, he really held her hand and returned to the Heaven Palace yesterday! I dare you to continue; I'll chop off your hands! This unfilial child! What audacity! No attempt to conceal it at all! PAH! Disgusting!
Of course, these were only his inner thoughts. The Head Manager's expression remained as calm as ever, maintaining the inherent dignity of the first auxiliary god of the Heaven Palace.
But a moment later...
Divine Light flickered at the entrance of the hall. The two shadows that had left just returned, bringing with them a tremblingly handsome Divine Spirit, the very Featherfalling God.
This god suddenly let out a wail, shakily ran forward, and after barely two steps, thumped to his knees and cried out, "Head Manager! You must stand up for me! My Divine Realm, my Divine Realm is gone!"
The Head Manager frowned deeply, flashing in front of the Featherfalling God.
One of the shadows said, "My lord, we found the Featherfalling God outside his Divine Realm, sitting on a rock, in a daze."
The other shadow seemed to know what the Head Manager would inquire and immediately added, "The inside of the Divine Realm is relatively peaceful, and the Barrier is still intact."
"Your Divine Realm is gone?"
The Head Manager looked down at the Featherfalling God and spoke with a furrowed brow, "Don't panic, tell me everything from the beginning, and I will ensure justice for you."
"Yes, yes... alas!"
The Featherfalling God had weathered many storms, so despite his heavy losses this time, he was still coherent enough to articulate his plight.
A look of remembrance flashed in his eyes as he spoke slowly, "About an hour ago, someone came to the marketplace of my Divine Realm to buy melons."
