This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 382 - 380: What is called a Cunning Seizure?
「Four hours prior.」
This was the largest gathering place for the Featherfalling God's followers within his Divine Realm. Because the Emperor's City considered itself a great city, most of its inner cities did not have walls. Instead, a few layers of Barriers served to demarcate their boundaries.
Wu Wang, with his Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Great Dao, could easily pick locks and slip through doors. Infiltrating behind enemy lines was a trivial matter for him.
At this moment, he sat on the flying eaves of a tall building, wrapped in Yin and Yang Qi. His mind was occupied with that bewitching figure, but he still devoted half of his focus to the upcoming 'battle' beneath him.
He had assumed that General Xiong San and the others, having just arrived, would need to rest for at least ten days to half a month. Wu Wang had even planned how he would spend that time with the Young Master, allowing their feelings for each other to slowly yet firmly intensify.
Unexpectedly, right after returning to the Temple to rest for a while, he received a Jade Talisman communication from the Grand Elder, saying everything was in readiness.
Do they really not consider the Featherfalling God a god? This is a deity from the Heaven Palace, with a statue nearly a thousand zhang tall!
But Wu Wang found the plan they had discussed to be quite feasible. If it could be executed smoothly, there wouldn't be a need to shed too much blood; a precise strike at the enemy's upper echelon would maximize their own benefits.
"Young Master, should we do it?" General Xiong San asked, his eyes shining with a wolf-like gleam. "There's a saying on our grasslands: 'Don't wait for the prey to become alert before drawing the bow.' Strike them unexpectedly amidst the chaos! Go for their weak spots! Hit their vitals, then see if they resist or beg for mercy! No matter what, the prey always ends up dead!" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Then let's do it," Wu Wang approved without hesitation. "Act freely. I've got your backs from the shadows!"
For this reason, Wu Wang led his people to sneak into the Featherfalling God's Divine Realm, directly reaching their most bustling 'town', where they then split up to act.
The Grand Elder was in charge of coordinating from outside, while Hu Sheng and three men from the Northern Wilderness hid at the edge of this 'town'.
General Xiong San, taking advantage of his anonymity in this place, changed into a fur robe and strolled casually through the streets.
Wherever large numbers of people gathered to live, a fixed place for bartering would inevitably emerge, gradually developing into a marketplace over time. It was the same here; this market had existed for a long time, with three levels above and three below, crammed with shops and vendors. It was guarded by Divine Generals and patrolled by soldiers.
These Divine Generals and soldiers looked somewhat worried, their gazes occasionally drifting towards the direction of the God of Spring's Divine Realm. The image of the sky filled with murderous, bloody qi was hard to shake from their minds and had started to cause them sleepless nights.
After walking about half a circuit, Xiong San quickly found his target: the only stall selling Spirit Fruit in the area.
Spirit Fruit was very common in the Emperor's City, so naturally, there were many specific details concerning them. Ordinary Spirit Fruit could be found in the nearby mountains and forests if followers were willing to travel a bit further. They were an inexhaustible supply, an endowment from the Divine Spirits, ensuring that the Emperor's City would never face famine. However, apart from the common Spirit Fruit found in the Emperor's City, those from the Nine Wildernesses of the Great Wilderness were considered rare delicacies here.
Having been with Wu Wang for more than a decade, what delicious foods or interesting things had Xiong San not seen? He could tell at a glance that the Spirit Fruit stall was piled with a haphazard assortment of fruits from all over, some nearly wilted, yet kept seemingly fresh with a sprinkle of Spiritual Power.
The stall owner was a burly man with a robust aura, sporting floppy pig-like ears and a sunken nose. He wore a thumb-thick silver chain around his neck, a short shirt, and long trousers. The few idling, mixed-blood 'idlers' nearby only emphasized the burly man's unrestrained and unruly nature.
People like this often have some backing; he's perfect to use as a trigger, Xiong San thought to himself as he walked over with a smile, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the Spirit Fruits.
The pig-eared burly man raised his eyebrows at Xiong San and asked, "What fruit are you buying?"
"Just looking around," Xiong San said with a smile. "These Spirit Fruits of yours all look unfamiliar. I was thinking of getting some for my daughter to try. How are they sold?"
"Pick up whichever one you fancy," the pig-eared burly man said with a slight tilt of his head, sprawling on a low stool. "Once you pick it up, you'll know the price."
Xiong San bent over and nudged aside a thumb-sized Spirit Fruit with his finger; there was nothing underneath.
"Tsk," Xiong San chuckled. "These fruits of yours, is the skin made of ore, or are the seeds inside made of ore? Are you going to demand a sky-high price the moment I pick one up?"
"Heh, these are all fruits from the Nine Wildernesses. They're novelties here in our Emperor's City. You think they're expensive? I think they're expensive too, to get them here."
"But even if they're expensive, they should still have a price," Xiong San said, casually picking up the largest Spirit Fruit there. It was covered in light green wavy patterns. He smiled, "How much for this Water Gourd?"
"Oh, so you know your stuff?" The pig-eared burly man laughed. "The rule here is, once you pick it up, you can't put it down. So, take out all the valuables you have on you."
Xiong San's thick, short brows furrowed tightly. "What? Is this a forced sale?"
"Aye, you got it right. It *is* a forced sale." The pig-eared burly man quirked an eyebrow, and the four or five men around him immediately stood up, staring at Xiong San with ill intent.
Atop the tall building, Wu Wang clutched a paper bag, continuously tossing bits of chopped dried meat into his mouth. He couldn't help but chuckle at the scene.
Run, you fools! All of you combined aren't enough for a single slap from him.
However, Wu Wang was beginning to understand why his father, the Clan Leader, had assigned Xiong San to protect him. Beneath that simple-looking exterior, there was undoubtedly a heart pickled in cunning. He was probably no less devious than Yang Wudi!
Xiong San glanced down the street and saw that the patrolling squad of soldiers had deliberately stopped more than ten zhang away, chatting and joking. The Divine General stationed in the pavilion, supposedly guarding the area, had taken out a book and was engrossed in reading…
"You people here are quite shameless, aren't you?" Xiong San chuckled. He proactively walked forward, placed the emerald-green Water Gourd in front of the pig-eared burly man, and asked with a smile, "Alright, expensive it is. We'll take the loss."
"Knows his place."
"Let's get straight to it: is this melon guaranteed ripe?"
The pig-eared man snorted with a sneer. "I'm running this stall. Would I sell you an unripe melon?"
"Huh." Xiong San suddenly struck. A knife-hand chop landed on the Water Gourd, instantly splitting it in two and revealing the shriveled, dry pulp inside.
The pig-eared burly man's eyes bulged. "You split my melon!"
Xiong San's left hand shot out and clamped down on the pig-eared man's neck. Without the slightest hesitation, his forefinger and thumb squeezed.
POP. A soft sound, and blood splattered onto the faces of several men standing nearby.
The street instantly fell silent. Dozens of gazes converged on the spot, filled with bewilderment and shock, until an elderly Rabbit Tribe woman, who was out buying vegetables, let out a piercing scream, dropping her basket of green radishes all over the ground. The entire street erupted into chaos.
Xiong San scoffed, tossed the corpse aside, picked up a few fresh Spirit Fruits from a neighboring stall, wiped them on his clothes, and began to chew on them.
Someone roared, "Troublemakers are here!"
The squad of soldiers bellowed and surged towards Xiong San. The Divine General, who had been sitting in the pavilion, shot to his feet, slammed the book covered in spring-themed illustrations onto the ground, grabbed a massive long saber, and charged out.
What followed was Xiong San's one-man show.
This Star God Divine General, freshly arrived from the Northern Wilderness, had absolutely no intention of holding back. Facing the charging soldiers, he sent them flying with his fists and feet—one punch taking out one, one kick sending a string of them sprawling. Blood sprayed, and flesh flew. Screams echoed from all directions. Even Wu Wang, watching from the rooftop, felt his eyelids twitch.
In just a short while, General Xiong San, single-handedly wielding a weapon he had snatched from who-knows-where, had carved a path from the Spirit Fruit stall to the pavilion where the Divine General had been seated. He then identified the direction from which the most Divine Generals were rushing and continued his bloody rampage down the street.
The scene was incredibly impactful and ignited the fury of the local Divine Generals. But Xiong San's strength was now far greater than before. In a place illuminated by the Star God's Divine Light, he was practically invincible within this minor god's Divine Realm, with almost no opponent capable of lasting a single exchange against him.
While Xiong San's fierce battle drew the enemy's attention, Hu Sheng and the Northern Wilderness women made their move. They slipped into the area, heading straight for the gathering points of the Divine Generals, their movements as swift as ghosts.
Wu Wang multitasked, observing the situation unfolding everywhere, while keeping a close eye on the Featherfalling God, who was hiding somewhere in this place. The only one who could pose a real threat to Xiong San and the others was this Featherfalling God.
And at this moment, the Featherfalling God was clearly bewildered. How long had it been? Didn't they just come and make threats a couple of days ago? He hadn't found any allies yet, hadn't even figured out what to say when requesting an audience with the Head Manager, and hadn't even had time to significantly reinforce the Barriers around his Divine Realm's periphery. How could they be causing trouble again?
The Featherfalling God immediately summoned his most capable Divine Generals and dispatched them to intercept that beast-like Human race warrior.
But no sooner had he dispatched his Divine Generals than the Featherfalling God regretted it… That Human who had suddenly appeared was too brutal; these Divine Generals were no match for him!
Sure enough, within moments, he watched helplessly as two of his trusted aides, whom he had painstakingly cultivated using his Divine Power, were cut down by the enemy's blade. Though not heartbroken, the Featherfalling God now realized that unless he personally intervened, he couldn't stop this rampant slaughter.
Hatred flickered in the Featherfalling God's eyes. Divine Light flashed by his hand, and he was now gripping a longbow.
Just then, a soft chuckle sounded beside the Featherfalling God's ear. It was merely a chuckle, nothing more, yet the wooden desk in front of him began to crackle, and the withered wood inexplicably sprouted tender green shoots…
The Featherfalling God broke out in a cold sweat, his face gradually turning pale. The courtyard fell silent for a moment.
He immediately shouted, "Everyone, withdraw!"
The chaotic battle in the streets quickly ceased. The large group of soldiers besieging Xiong San retreated, leaving behind streets littered with corpses and the blood-soaked, headless body of the burly man.
Before long, a Goddess General clad in a colorful skirt, wreathed in Divine Light, appeared several dozen zhang away and said coldly, "Why are you causing trouble in our Divine Realm?"
Xiong San grinned. "Your Divine Realm tried to rob me, and when I fought back, you accuse me of causing trouble. Call out the God of your Divine Realm; I want to talk to him."
"Ridiculous!" the Goddess General retorted. "Our Lord God is a distinguished general of the Heaven Palace! He's not someone a maggot like you can demand to see!"
"Is that so?" The thumb rings on Xiong San's fingers flashed, and two man-high giant axes appeared in his hands, their edges glinting with a chilling light. Above Xiong San's head, a large, blood-red star materialized. In that instant, everyone present had a fleeting vision of a colossal wolf, throwing back its head and howling at the sky. "Then I'll just keep killing until he shows himself."
All the living beings present shivered with fear, and the hands of the soldiers gripping their longspears trembled.
"You're shameless! Utterly shameless!"
Xiong San glared, raised his axes, and feigned a charge. The Goddess General instantly leaped back more than ten zhang, her beautiful face pale with fright when she landed.
"Hmph."
With that cold snort, an immense pressure descended upon the world. A ball of cyan light rose from the depths of the Divine Realm and, in an instant, shot towards Xiong San, coalescing into the figure of the Featherfalling God. This god was beyond furious but was forcing himself to endure it.
He could sense it: the God of Spring was nearby. That god possessed formidable strength, capable of defeating even Strong Gods like the God of Flowing Light and the God of Thunderstorms in direct combat. If he launched a sneak attack now, the Featherfalling God would be defenseless.
He might even lose his life here today!
For now, the Featherfalling God could only direct all his rage at Xiong San. His rolling divine might pressed down, but Xiong San stood tall, his eyes blazing with intense battle intent. Even though his strength was far inferior to that of a god, he showed not the slightest fear. From his body and mind to his very Divine Soul, Xiong San held an unwavering belief: a belief in the Star God's protection, a belief that victory in battle was certain!
A Divine General bellowed, "Insolence! How dare you not kneel before our God!"
Xiong San let out a cold laugh and suddenly raised his battle axes.
BOOM!
Several li away, a plume of smoke suddenly rose into the air. The Divine Generals, hearing the sound, turned to look, and their expressions changed drastically.
That was where their residences were!
"Damn you to hell! What have you done?!"
Xiong San remained silent, but the Divine Generals, using their keen eyesight, quickly saw that the recent explosion had originated from mid-air. Four figures hovered there, each holding a Crystal Ball. Intense spiritual energy fluctuations emanated from their hands. Below them, in the courtyards of the residences, were figures that had been bound and tied up.
The Divine Generals stood frozen, not daring to move, their eyes wide with fury and disbelief.
"I want an explanation," Xiong San's cold, hard voice carried everywhere. "You tried to force a rotten melon on me and wanted to take all my valuables. How is your Divine Realm going to compensate me for this?"
The Featherfalling God narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Xiong San's figure, and said coldly, "Are these the methods of the God of Spring?"
Xiong San didn't answer. He looked up at the Featherfalling God, took out half of the Water Gourd from his robes, and threw it into the pool of blood before him. "Is this the kind of melon your Featherfalling God's Divine Realm offers?"
"Enough!" The Featherfalling God suddenly erupted in fury. "I don't care what kind of melon it is! What in the world does your God of Spring's Divine Realm want?!"
A light chuckle came from the side. The Grand Elder, dressed in his Blood Clothes, appeared in the air above Xiong San. "Since the Featherfalling God has asked, I shall answer." The Grand Elder's sleeves billowed, and a vast expanse of blood-red light spread out, enveloping the entire Featherfalling God's Divine Realm in its crimson glow.
The Grand Elder said calmly, "Some time ago, the Featherfalling God sent men to assassinate the Giant Wood Spirit, whom my Master values most. Today, you bully the Divine General upon whom my Master relies most. Is the Featherfalling God intending to fight my Master to the death, to settle things once and for all?"
"Stop your slander!" The Featherfalling God wished he could crush the two men before him into dust. But he didn't dare. If he even dared to mobilize his Divine Power, he suspected thousands of stars would instantly come crashing down on his head!
"Slander? There are witnesses to both these incidents. They cannot be falsified in the slightest." The Grand Elder took out a small piece of metal and idly scraped his fingernails with it. He smiled. "Since the Featherfalling God took the initiative to act, you should have considered how my Master would retaliate. Perhaps today it is merely this. Tomorrow, it might be something else. Does the Featherfalling God believe my Master has no more Divine Generals?"
As soon as his voice fell, streams of powerful auras suddenly flared up at the edges of the Featherfalling God's Divine Realm. Streaks of bloody qi rose like signal smokes—dozens, then hundreds, hundreds of them! Amidst the roars of ferocious beasts, several hundred Divine Generals appeared at the periphery of the Featherfalling God's Divine Realm. Each one had a composed aura, a calm expression, and eyes filled with a chilling, murderous intent.
The Featherfalling God's Divine Soul trembled involuntarily. Sensing the power of the stars emanating from these Divine Generals, he didn't know how to respond.
The Grand Elder's voice softened, and he offered the Featherfalling God a slight smile. "Featherfalling God, why don't you look around? Do your Divine Generals still possess any will to fight at this moment?"
The Featherfalling God woodenly swept his gaze across the scene. With their families taken hostage, most of his Divine Generals avoided his eyes, their own filled with utter bewilderment.
"What… what do you truly want?"
"Your Divine Realm." The Grand Elder's eyes gleamed with a compelling, blood-red light. "My Master instructed me to ask the Featherfalling God one question: this Divine Realm of yours… is it for sale?"
"Sale?" The Featherfalling God looked bewildered. The Grand Elder's lips moved, and they began to converse via voice transmission.
Meanwhile, Wu Wang, who had watched the entire spectacle from the tall building, had opened a jug of fine wine and was leisurely drinking by himself.
The Featherfalling God is a god who values his dignity. Exchanging this Divine Realm and its following of around a million for some ores and rare treasures wouldn't be a loss for him.
「Another hour later.」
The Featherfalling God flew out of his own Divine Realm, still dazed and unable to fully process what had happened. He sat down on a large rock. He had already used his Divine Skills to retract his divine statue, and along with it, a pile of treasures, mostly valuable ores and the like, all of extraordinary worth.
But… listening to the sounds of prostration and cheers coming from within his former Divine Realm, the Featherfalling God suddenly felt completely adrift.
He had sold his Divine Realm? All because of a rotten melon?
Just then, a dark shadow appeared behind the Featherfalling God and asked in a low voice, "Featherfalling God, why are you here?"
DRIP.
A single tear traced a path down the Featherfalling God's handsome face and fell into the soft dust below.
The dark shadow, which had just transformed from an alien beast into an Evil God of the Heaven Palace, though not understanding, was profoundly shaken at this moment.
He… he cried?
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