This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 405 - 403

Fairy Immortal indeed tended to be quite reserved.

The moment Wu Wang saw Ling Xiaolan, countless images of their time spent together flowed from the bottom of his heart, transforming into a babbling stream that nourished his Daoist heart, making him unable to resist calling out softly.

Clearly, when Ling Xiaolan turned her head, her Daoist heart was on the verge of collapse, her eyes suddenly becoming moist.

But as she stood up, she forcefully suppressed her excitement. She only used her eyes, which seemed condensed from autumn waters, to gaze at Wu Wang, nodding slightly to him with a gentle smile blossoming at the corners of her mouth.

"You..."

"How..."

Both wanted to speak at the same time, yet both cut their voices short, gazing at each other as if to etch this moment deep into their hearts.

She blinked lightly, her soft eyelashes brushing faintly, and then she returned her beautiful almond-shaped eyes to the world.

Although they hadn’t been apart for long, it felt like an eternity. Now, with their breaths intertwined, their Divine Souls both felt at peace.

When Ling Xiaolan raised her gaze, she felt that the man before her had become even more handsome: lips red as cherries and teeth white as ivory, his face as smooth as warm jade. His body was like a sword or a spear, with an edge hidden within, as if drawing his sword could shake the heavens and earth.

In Wu Wang’s eyes, she always seemed more beautiful than she had the moment before.

Her skin glowed, as clear as snow or jade, her eyes hiding the two brightest Stars in the night sky. Her near-perfect jawline accented her long neck, and her slender figure was impeccable, without a single flaw.

When those thin lips parted slightly, it seemed as if a thousand words wanted to spill out, yet they transformed into a faint sigh.

"Why have you returned at this time?" she asked.

Wu Wang laughed. "I was afraid you would be bullied. I needed to come see for myself before I could rest easy."

Ling Xiaolan’s pretty face turned slightly red. Her gaze shifted to the side, but she couldn’t help returning it to Wu Wang’s face. "How is it that after just one trip to Heaven Palace, you’ve become somewhat indecorous, speaking so directly?" she said softly.

"How could I not speak directly?" Wu Wang smiled as he stepped forward, his voice still as gentle as before. "If one doesn’t speak the thoughts and concerns that weigh on the heart, wouldn’t that be coy? My seal has been lifted, after all."

Fairy Ling actually found him dazzling and couldn’t help lowering her head slightly.

For a moment, Wu Wang didn’t know whether he should take more initiative.

Before the seal was lifted, he always felt that Ling Xiaolan was a bit bold. When there was only a faint affection between them, she didn’t care about others’ opinions and would cultivate with him side by side. Once the seal was lifted, Ling Xiaolan started to dodge and avoid him, easily turning shy and timid. This left Wu Wang quite puzzled.

Then he remembered her upbringing in the Human Domain—raised in the Xuan Nu Sect with its many rules, it was only natural for her to behave with such propriety.

He just wouldn’t treat her as a stranger.

Coming to this realization, Wu Wang relaxed a bit more. Placing his hands behind his back, he walked past Ling Xiaolan, stopped in front of the wall painting, and praised, "This hanging painting isn’t bad. Is it me you painted?"

"Ah!"

Only then did Ling Xiaolan remember something. Her toes tapped the ground lightly, and her figure fluttered before Wu Wang like a feather. "Turn around first," she said urgently.

Wu Wang laughed. "What, you dare to hang it but not to acknowledge it?"

"Of course, I dare to acknowledge it," Ling Xiaolan said, standing tall, her chest trembling slightly. "But you mustn’t look."

Wu Wang frowned slightly, examining the painting closely. "Could it be someone else?"

Ling Xiaolan’s eyes carried a hint of reproach. Hearing his words, she seemed quite dissatisfied and whispered, "If you find such jests amusing, I’ll allow you to think so."

"Ah, no," Wu Wang became somewhat flustered, momentarily forgetting how to please this fairy.

That’s right. Most of the time before, Ling Xiaolan had been accommodating him, and he seldom made efforts to woo her.

Wu Wang wore a solemn expression, bowed his head in a formal salute, and said warmly, "Fairy Ling, I, Xiong Ba, was offensive just now. Please don’t take it to heart."

"At least you have some manners," Ling Xiaolan revealed a faint smile. "Now turn around."

"Yes, yes."

Wu Wang turned around obediently. Behind him, there were several light sounds. With his Immortal Consciousness crystal clear, he saw Ling Xiaolan turn around and use immortal power to take down the painting, revealing a ’Tranquility’ character hanging on the wall.

Then he heard Ling Xiaolan’s gentle voice. "Could you step outside for a moment? I need to change my clothes; these are what I wear for meditation..."

And so, Wu Wang was ushered out of the quiet room.

Layers of light walls lit up around the quiet room. Wu Wang stood a bit awkwardly in front of the door, raising his hand to rub his nose.

This... Both of them had confessed their hearts in their letters and privately pledged their lives to each other. So why was there still such a clear sense of distance now that they met face to face? How real.

Wu Wang crossed his arms and stared at the surface of the water, lost in thought.

He could sense that the prohibitions around the Lotus Pond were no longer guarded. The three old crones had temporarily left the periphery, leaving this place to the two young ones.

Absolutely rich life experience.

Inside the room, the faint sound of water being disturbed could be heard—a necessary part of Fairy Ling’s routine.

Although the restrictions of this quiet room couldn’t block Wu Wang’s powerful Divine Consciousness, Wu Wang certainly wouldn’t peek.

He wasn’t a pervert. Ling Xiaolan was the partner he had recognized in his heart. They would get to know each other slowly, and once their relationship matured and they became life partners, sharing a bath would be natural and appropriate. Be serious, don’t eavesdrop.

Wu Wang silently added another Barrier to the quiet room. Leaning on the wooden pillar at the door, he yawned and started observing the patterns on the lotus leaves, contemplating how to use the opportunity of the Anti-Spring Alliance’s troublemaking to continue expanding his influence in Heaven Palace.

Managing marital connections had brought him great benefits, and he had initially gained control over the faint Power of Order. However, his influence over the other gods was still limited.

Heaven Palace’s power was undoubtedly in two parts, managed by two Power Gods. One was the Head Manager, responsible for government affairs and appointing lower Divine Positions. The other was the Earth God, who managed Heaven Palace’s armed forces.

Considering the usual logic, the position Wu Wang has the best chance of succeeding would be that of the Head Manager. But Wu Wang didn’t want to compete or fight with the Head Manager, as that would only play into Emperor Shun’s hands. He planned to establish a Power God position to monitor all the gods of Heaven Palace. Tsk, if he could achieve a triumvirate with the Head Manager and Earth God, and slowly render Emperor Shun powerless, that would indeed be an interesting matter! To achieve this goal, he must have a meticulous plan, continually make deals with Emperor Shun, and get him to gradually accept his ideas and concepts. Difficult, yes, but not impossible.

Right now, Wu Wang was unaware that just a few yards behind him—though they were separated by layers of Barriers and magical Formations—he was thinking about the larger picture of the world, both within and beyond Heaven, and how to gradually conquer powerful enemies like Emperor Shun and the Candle Dragon. Meanwhile, in the room, Ling Xiaolan’s thoughts had also fallen into slight chaos.

Amid GURGLING sounds, Ling Xiaolan’s figure slowly sank into the bucket, her pretty face gradually turning red with a youthful blush unique to a young girl.

How could she have argued with him?

Ling Xiaolan didn’t know what came over her. Upon seeing the man who haunted her dreams, she didn’t know how to react and subconsciously took on the Saintess’s airs.

But in truth, they were no longer strangers to each other. Moreover, using the method of questioning her Primordial Spirit repeatedly, Ling Xiaolan had interrogated herself about her true feelings for him. If she had any insincerity in her affection for him, or was only attracted to his talent and not truly in love with him as a person, she would have forgotten him long ago. But with each interrogation, her affection for him deepened.

When she came back to her senses, she found that if she were to look ahead to a future without him, it would feel unbearably empty.

There were a few times when Ling Xiaolan deliberately left Wu Wang’s side, hoping to quench the burning flame in her heart. But the more they were apart, the more unruly the flame became, turning from a candlelight to a torch, and from a torch to a wildfire that burned until she ceased struggling.

Especially when she suddenly heard that Wu Wang had been taken away by Heaven Palace. Even though Wu Wang had already told her that it was his plan to be captured and taken to Heaven Palace for a greater scheme, she couldn’t stop worrying about him every day.

Had he been hurt? Had he been bullied by the Innate Gods? She felt this way every single day, whether she was cultivating or not. Even during that period, whenever she closed her eyes, his figure filled her heart. When he still had a youthful face, wearing that young beast’s skull, sitting arrogantly in the large fur chair. In the dense forests of the southwest, he was still so weak, yet he looked up and faced the Evil God in the sky, his silhouette firm and resolute. During the Lin Family’s incident, he finally collapsed on her, worn out and weak, as if he had passed out, his breath so faint. She didn’t know exactly how much he had done, but she was sure that if it weren’t for his efforts, everything would have already ended. At the very least, her world would have ended.

She didn’t know how much time had passed since he left for Heaven Palace. During that period, Ling Xiaolan had lost her precise sense of time, and the days felt endlessly long and arduous to her.

News came from Heaven Palace that he and Young Master were getting along well.

Ling Xiaolan didn’t feel as if her heart was being sliced by knives. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he probably wouldn’t suffer too much bullying since that Young Master was one of the strongest Innate Gods.

With her looking after him, his situation in Heaven Palace should ease a lot. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ling Xiaolan thought so, until a few days later when she suddenly realized that another person was squeezing into the space by his side.

Towards Princess Jingwei, Ling Xiaolan had always been somewhat discontent. She was dissatisfied with Princess Jingwei’s immaturity, like that of a young girl, who couldn’t share Wu Wang’s burdens on the road ahead but instead required Wu Wang to be distracted by her feelings and situation.

He was clearly about to face such powerful enemies, bearing so many responsibilities.

When Ling Xiaolan was sure that she couldn’t live without Wu Wang, she had already known about Jingwei’s existence; he had not concealed anything. Suqing had also privately told her the brief story of that young man and the divine bird...

Ling Xiaolan had long known, and she was caught in a dilemma over this matter. On one hand, she longed for him to be with her exclusively—after all, romantic emotions are selfish. On the other hand, she dared not be alone with Wu Wang; she somewhat couldn’t bear being far inferior to her partner...

SIGH—

The Fairy Immortal sighed softly, her face—which looked as if it had exhausted all of the great Goddess Nuwa’s inspiration—carried a hint of sorrow.

She looked toward the lump of mud in the corner and heaved another half-sigh.

She still had this persistent problem. This guy repeatedly said ’my seal is broken,’ ’my seal is gone,’ clearly indicating that they could be intimate like ordinary couples, having physical affection. Indeed, Ling Xiaolan somewhat felt like she had been tricked. Initially, it was because Wu Wang would faint upon contact with women that her fondness for Wu Wang soared rapidly. By the time she was determined to stay by his side and even tried to constantly overcome her own stubborn illness, going out of her way to touch impure things like dust and grass leaves... His seal was broken! If not for her clear understanding of her Brother Wu Wang’s character, Ling Xiaolan would think this was a deliberate trap set for her!

Ling Xiaolan quietly glanced at the door, zoning out for a while, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Brother Wu Wang..." Ling Xiaolan murmured softly, then couldn’t help but bite her thin lips, a decisive look appearing in her eyes.

A certain elder was right: hesitation breeds disorder. If she had made up her mind to become his life partner, why be coy and postured, causing him to hesitate and be afraid to move forward? A woman should be bold and proactive. The letters had been clear enough; her behavior today was like having second thoughts.

Ling Xiaolan bit her silver teeth lightly, gently slapping her calf under the water.

It was I who met him first; how did it become that they got along with him first?

With this thought, Ling Xiaolan immediately sprang into action.

She floated up from the tub, summoning a silk bath towel, which she wrapped around herself from under her armpits, then sank back into the tub.

In this moment, her face bloomed like a peony. Her spiritual mind was tense, and she felt her mouth and tongue go dry. Decisively, she summoned her Storage magic treasure, took out a jade pot and a jade straw, and sipped a few mouthfuls of heady Immortal Brew.

Lifting her hand, she twisted her hair up, then carefully observed and pondered with her Immortal Consciousness. She let down half of her long hair, highlighting the beauty of her neck and collarbones.

The non-cultivation courses taught by the elders of the Xuan Nu Sect—she had secretly practiced them as well.

After she had applied light makeup, adjusted her posture in the tub, and looked down at her figure, she couldn’t help but weigh her options.

Will he find it somewhat improper?

Soon, Ling Xiaolan took several deep breaths, keeping her Daoist heart in a subtly peaceful state, and slowly deactivated the Barrier around the quiet room.

CREAK—

A light noise suddenly came from behind Wu Wang. The wooden door was slowly pushed open by a force of immortal power, and Ling Xiaolan’s somewhat nervous voice came from inside.

"Come... please come in."

"Alright," said Wu Wang, who was lost in thought and did not overthink it, as he turned and entered the quiet room.

As he stepped inside, the wooden door closed by itself. A breeze lifted the curtains, and he saw the Fairy Immortal quietly sitting in the tub.

Wu Wang was taken aback and then, subconsciously turning around, he hastily said, "I was lost in thought and didn’t notice..."

"It’s okay, just turn back around... that is..." Ling Xiaolan’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s.

Wu Wang blinked and slowly turned back, striving to focus his gaze on Ling Xiaolan’s cheeks.

But as Newton declared, the law of universal gravitation...

"Can you help me with something?" Ling Xiaolan brought up the excuse she had just thought of. "I have a certain odd illness, as you know... it’s a kind of excessive fastidiousness, not wanting to touch anything other than myself, except for water, which helps a bit. I wish to get closer to you, but I don’t know... I don’t know if being in water might make that more acceptable."

"Sure!" COUGH!

Wu Wang cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "Do you need me to take off my clothes?"

"Keep... keep a few pieces on."

"Okay," Wu Wang replied with a smile.

At such a moment, if he were to be embarrassed or act coy, what kind of man would he be! The girl had already taken such an initiative; what more could he ask for?! The two shared deep feelings, having been through thick and thin together—partying in the Western Wilderness, shouldering Evil Gods in the southwest, battling crabs in the Eastern Wilderness, and chasing the wind in the Northern Wilderness. It was time to engage in true dual cultivation!

Wu Wang removed his robe, took off his shirt, tied up his long hair, and even preemptively created some warm water to cleanse himself, with immortal power and Divine Power alternately removing any possible trace of dust from his body. He even took the opportunity to spray a bit of perfume obtained from the Women’s country.

Ling Xiaolan had already turned her head away, eyes shut tight, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, unbearably adorable.

The sound of rushing water began as Wu Wang, wearing pants, stepped into the tub. He sat down cross-legged in the water and gazed at the woman before him, asking softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, it’s fine," Ling Xiaolan breathed a soft sigh of relief and then, surprised, looked at the water’s surface. "I don’t feel as disgusted as I expected."

"Glad it’s effective."

"Maybe," Fairy Ling gazed lingeringly, her fingers, smooth as jade, gently twirling a lock of hair at her chest, "because it’s you," she whispered.

Wu Wang chuckled softly, admiring the breathtaking beauty before him, a treasure rarely found in heaven or earth.

The atmosphere in the cabin gradually warmed. The tub was not very spacious, so there would inevitably be some slight contact. Soon, Ling Xiaolan’s pretty face was flushed with red. Wu Wang teased her by playfully tickling the soles of her feet with his toes, drawing a series of mock scolds from her.

Curtains began to fall here and there; the sound of breathing became shallow and secretly intertwined.

The two seemed to have fallen into a dream, fingers interlocked, drawing increasingly close, as layers of Barriers quietly emerged from different parts of the quiet room.

In a hidden corner, the three old crones who were trying their best to conceal their presence immediately revealed a relieved... hesitant... smile...

BOOM!

A wall in the quiet room suddenly collapsed!

A dark figure crashed into the Lotus Pond, sending up a high wave. The woman, wrapped only in a bath towel, hurriedly chased after it, her small hand covering her crimson lips, her eyes filled with panic.

The three old crones either looked down or covered their faces; one of them looked up and sighed deeply.

Wu Wang’s back surfaced on the water.

"Are you, are you okay?" Ling Xiaolan asked anxiously. "I couldn’t help it just now. I still felt somewhat... a bit sullied..."

Wu Wang lay prone in the water, silently raising a white flag. "I’m fine," he said quietly. "Just let me have some peace."

"You’ll have to wait for me a little longer..." Ling Xiaolan’s eyes filled with remorse. With a WHOOSH, she jumped back onto the bed. The shattered planks flew in, reassembling the walls of the quiet room and, for good measure, erecting dozens of layers of immortal power Barriers.

Wu Wang silently turned over, lying on the surface of the Lotus Pond, drifting with the waves, and resumed contemplating his game with the Heavenly Emperor.

There was no helping it; he had to divert his attention somehow.