This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 416 - 414: The Fairy Immortal Sacrifices Herself, Cursing the Mastermind! [Medium Cup]
A sigh of pity tells not all the affection; half a phrase ’my lord’ cannot fully express the heartfelt love.
The night breeze skirts past the Hill of Three Springs; the sheer curtains ruffle, revealing a rich fragrance.
The stars just begin to recognize the full moon’s mandarin ducks; the rain beats on plantain leaves, drenching the begonia flowers.
Behold the hibiscus-embroidered canopy; see those two pairs of boots.
Suddenly came a soft murmur, continuous as precious rain, followed by the sounds of whispers filled with playful resentment.
At one moment, the whispers were like pearls spat out by clams beside corals under the water. At another, everything turned tranquil, and the pearls then glided over fine silk, sinking into the quiet seabed covered with satin and delicate sand.
The sound was slow, slower than the ticking of passing time, slower than the faint crackling of the wooden bed’s fibers gently breaking.
It was like the silence before dawn, or the first ray of light falling into a valley blooming with secluded orchids, followed by the long-awaited cry of a deer.
The morning quietude lasted a while, the echoes gradually filling the valley, playing a movement of early spring.
Suddenly, the sound of a swift wind arose, with clouds converging swiftly, rain falling abruptly, the deer scattering in a frenzy.
The sound of bells and drums rose in waves, as if a cavalry charged past, the noise relentless.
This was indeed:
The Eastern Emperor came to understand the Yin-Yang Dao; where water and fire aid each other, the tides of life are experienced.
Having sung deep in the Peach Blossom Spring, he transformed himself to compose a rhapsody of roaming a garden.
"Rhapsody of Roaming the Garden" says:
[People all love to roam through gardens, for within the garden, the arrangement of scenery has its own rhythm, hiding endless delights.
Mountains and rivers are but distant views. Once seen, that’s all, as climbing is often unsuitable. Yet the joy of a garden lies just beyond one’s reach; if its gate is opened, one can appreciate and savor the sights.
Strolling upon the shallow grass, pushing the door to discover the corridor, one should walk slowly at first, not hastily, to hear the sounds of this place, to see the ripples of water...]
「Approximately, after half an hour.」
Wu Wang sat beside the bed, feeling refreshed and in high spirits. Curtains hid an endless beautiful scene. A smug smile played on his lips. He unconsciously reached for his clothes, then chuckled lightly, savoring the joy of the garden stroll.
A delicate hand suddenly grasped Wu Wang’s arm, and his spirits were immediately revitalized. Needless to say more.
Resume roaming the garden.
「So, another half an hour later.」
Wu Wang’s mouth bore a slight smile, his eyes filled with a sense of fulfillment. He rose, intending to tidy up the mess beside the bed.
A delicate hand suddenly grabbed a strand of his hair. Wu Wang snapped his fingers; he surely could not dissolve his lover’s refined playfulness.
Resume roaming the garden.
「After a good while longer.」
Wu Wang stretched his neck, his heart filled with emotion.
Is Ji Moxing fine? Is Yang Wudi really that weak? With such excellent physical condition and such a strong divine body, he had sealed off his own Divine Power and immortal power, relying solely on his body’s instincts.
A delicate hand rose slightly, fingertips tracing down Wu Wang’s spine...
Wu Wang’s mouth twitched slightly.
Resume roaming the garden.
Resume roaming the garden.
Resume...
Eventually, the tent was filled with the sound of steady, gentle breathing.
Wu Wang chuckled softly and stood up slowly, feeling completely relaxed, a sense of accomplishment radiating from within.
Suddenly, the beauty who had just fallen asleep seemed to remember something. A delicate hand grasped Wu Wang’s wrist.
"My lord..."
"Ah," Wu Wang’s voice faintly trembled, "You’re tired, Xiaolan. You need to practice moderation."
"I... forgot the important matter..."
"What important matter?"
"To assist you in your cultivation."
The delicate hand shook gently, and Wu Wang floated back under the curtain.
Resume roaming the garden, lost in its depths, unable to extricate oneself for a long time.
Before long, the space beneath the bed was permeated with Yin Yang Qi. The Yin and Yang fish chased each other, gradually forming a Tai Chi Diagram. This diagram connected to the Heaven and Earth Dao, enveloping the bed and slowly drawing infinite clear and murky Qi from the world.
Becoming an Immortal, returning to the cocoon.
Serious dual cultivation, not resuming the garden roam.
...
Floating lightly, Wu Wang seemed to be lingering in the starry sky, the interweaving Yin Yang Qi ahead appearing to be guiding him.
The Xuan Nu Sect’s supplementary Cultivation Technique was truly as renowned as claimed. For this sect to be a key backer for nearly half the great powers in the Human Domain, it absolutely possessed formidable strength of its own.
All things in heaven and earth contain the essence of Yin and Yang;
The principles of heaven and earth all return to the Yin and Yang Path.
This is where Emperor Fuxi’s strength lay and the fundamental reason he had the confidence to say he "endowed Emperor Shun with humanity."
This Great Dao was truly vast and exceedingly complex.
The intimate moments shared with Ling Xiaolan today had subtly conformed to the principle of Yin and Yang in harmony. As a result, Wu Wang’s bottleneck regarding the Yin and Yang Path was now on the verge of a breakthrough.
But what Wu Wang didn’t expect happened at this moment.
Using the Xuan Nu Sect Cultivation Technique as a guide, Ling Xiaolan led his Divine Soul into this strange space. There, all that he saw, heard, felt, and knew was the Great Dao.
He forgot both joy and worry, ceaselessly pursuing and exploring. Here, he traced the footsteps left by Emperor Fuxi, feeling the vague silhouettes of the mightiest figures of the past who had been in this place.
Seeking the Dao, whence does the Dao originate?
Wu Wang knew this was a hard-won opportunity he could not afford to be distracted from. He focused on feeling the principles of the Great Dao and finding his own path.
Suddenly, the flowing Yin Yang Qi ahead came to a halt, and three paths lay before Wu Wang.
He looked up, hesitating for a moment.
At the end of the first path were boundless Stars.
Wu Wang felt that if he chose this path, he could take advantage of this opportunity to reclaim his Star Path. This path had been repelled and suppressed by the Star God’s Dao.
This situation arose during Zhong’s meddling in the southwest territory. Zhong had layered Wu Wang with various emotions, compelling him to discard this Star Path in favor of the Star God’s Dao. This propelled him onto the fast track to increased strength in a short period.
If I choose to break through the Star Path, guided by such a Cultivation Technique, although it’s not possible to immediately overturn the Star God’s Dao, I can find my own path beneath it.
Wu Wang didn’t rush to choose but turned to look at the second path.
The end of the second path was chaos.
This was the legacy left to him by the great Emperor Fuxi—the Fuxi Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Dao!
This Great Dao encompassed everything. It used the Eight Trigrams to deduce Heaven, Earth, Swamp, Fire, Thunder, Wind, Water, and Mountain, reversing the changes of Yin and Yang and ultimately unifying them into one.
The end of this path was chaos.
Wu Wang directly skipped over the third path.
Beyond it lay an endless sea of fire, representing the most primal Dao of Fire.
Wu Wang pondered for a while, then heard a gentle whisper coming from a distant corner, entering his ears, "This technique can only be used once, you know."
Wu Wang’s spirits lifted, and he immediately stepped onto the second path.
Chaos, Yin and Yang, Taiyi!
With one step forward, the heavens spun and the earth whirled, and a chant echoed through the void. A mass of gray qi floated towards him, enveloping Wu Wang. Within that deathly silence, it danced with profound ripples.
Wu Wang soon wore a fascinated expression, unconsciously sinking into it. With the sound of the Great Dao in the background, countless traces of the Great Dao formed in the depths of his heart.
Enlightenment of the Dao was achieved spontaneously.
It’s hard to know how much time passed, though it couldn’t have been very long.
Wu Wang came out of his dazed state to find himself in a seated position on the bed, surrounded by a cocoon of dense Spiritual Energy.
Upon calculation, three days and nights had passed in the Great Wilderness.
But to him, it felt as if he had soaked in the profound Great Dao for decades.
Though Wu Wang knew he must now concentrate on his Enlightenment and not be distracted, he couldn’t help but release his Immortal Consciousness to search for Ling Xiaolan. He found her in the next room, hiding in a wooden tub while bathing. Only then could he ignore the beautiful sight and immediately enter a state of secluded cultivation.
He was deeply moved!
The Xuan Nu Sect’s Cultivation Techniques were truly as remarkable as their reputation.
But when Wu Wang came back to his senses and thought carefully, he was somewhat astonished. He found that not only had Ling Xiaolan’s strength not increased with his, but it had even subtly fallen by one or two minor realms.
This kind of Cultivation Technique indeed required a price to be paid, but the one who paid the price was the active caster.
Thinking of this, a warm current overflowed in Wu Wang’s heart. He felt that even if he had to sacrifice his life, he must take care of her for the rest of her life.
He also heard Ling Xiaolan’s whisper.
She did not treat herself lightly, nor was she a licentious person. She simply hoped to use the wondrous methods of the Xuan Nu Sect to help Wu Wang improve his Dao Realm and enhance his self-protection capabilities.
For this, she willingly dulled her senses with alcohol and even took an aphrodisiac...
This silly girl.
Wu Wang sighed softly in his heart, continuing to wander in the Immortal Realm, experiencing the profound mystery of the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams and the comfort of the resonating Great Dao.
「Several more days went by.」
Wu Wang was now brimming with energy. Though his Dao Realm was not yet stable, his comprehension had been fully digested.
He had taken a great leap forward in his understanding of the Yin and Yang Path. Though he dared not claim to be on par with the Star God’s Dao, the protection of Yin Yang Qi now allowed him to withstand a frontal assault from the Thunderstorm God.
In the blink of an eye, the Great Dao was like a web of silk, which he gently tugged.
Blowing out a breath of Yin Yang Qi, the area within ten miles turned to frost.
If speaking solely of Dao Realm, Wu Wang had already crossed more than half of the Transcendent Realm and was only half a step away from the Breaking Transformation realm.
The Holy Power of the Tianyan Saintess was truly extraordinary.
Wu Wang stretched lazily, recalling the joy of strolling through the garden, and he couldn’t contain his happiness. He thought he could enjoy a few more days in the garden with her, then prepare for the arrival of the second emissary from the Heaven Palace.
But as he stood up and habitually inspected his inner self, he noticed something new: a colorful bubble had appeared before his Natal Primordial Spirit on the Immortal Platform in his God’s Mansion, and he had been completely unaware of it.
But he quickly thought of a record.
"When soulmates seek bliss, their Primordial Spirits may intersect, often leaving one or two beautiful dreams within each other’s God’s Mansion, capable of unfolding endless joy."
Could this be it?
Wu Wang carefully felt it and realized it was indeed Ling Xiaolan’s aura. However, this aura was a bit obscure and complex, as if it contained a powerful Dao-imprint.
The miniature figure of the Primordial Spirit reached out and gently touched it.
POP!
The bubble suddenly burst.
Wu Wang’s Dao-heart was thoroughly shocked, and his Primordial Spirit caught a series of images.
As he gazed at these images, he stood frozen for a moment. His eyes grew inexplicably moist, as if he had been searching for something for a long time, and today, his wish had finally been granted.
But in an instant, Wu Wang understood the content of the images and suddenly changed his expression. He yanked out the Ice God necklace that had been sealed in the Storage magic treasure, urgently calling out in his heart, "Mother! Mom!"
「Meanwhile, in the depths of the starry sky, in the Star God’s Hall.」
Cang Xue, who was pondering what to name her future grandchildren, heard Wu Wang’s cry and felt a bit puzzled.
She tapped her finger on the Staff in her embrace, crossed her legs, showed a look of confusion, and asked softly, "Ba’er, what’s wrong? Is there something urgent?"
Wu Wang took several deep breaths. Having been through many trials, he managed to stabilize his spiritual mind.
He asked as calmly as he could, "Mom, who exactly cast the curse on me?"
"Don’t you know? It’s the God of Destiny."
"When did she act against me, and how did she do it?"
"That," Cang Xue frowned slightly, "truly, your mother does not know. This must have been an oversight on my part, allowing her to succeed."
The confusion in Wu Wang’s voice grew, "Does mother mean to say, you have only deduced that my strange illness was caused by that God of Destiny?"
"Correct," Cang Xue sighed, "I have searched repeatedly within you and only then did I sense the imprint of her Dao. The Great Dao cannot deceive. Mother feels that this must be a warning from the Candle Dragon to your mother, or perhaps, simply that person’s spiteful act upon you."
Wu Wang was stunned for a while, staring at the necklace in front of him, unable to calm himself for a long time.
He naturally trusted his mother.
But how could he... how could he accept such an absurd incident?
Just now, when he pricked that colorful bubble and revealed those scenes, how could, how could such a thing plant that strange curse upon him?
The content within the images was both simple and complex.
Simple because those events only occurred in the same Dream Realm, but complex because the timeline was not coherent; it was a series of fragments.
The first time he saw this scene was during Wu Wang’s dream in the four-wolf carriage... [See Chapter Nineteen]
There was a Great Tree. Beneath it, a seven- or eight-year-old boy, wearing beast-hide shorts and a linen shirt from the Northern Wilderness, lay sound asleep.
Suddenly, he heard a bit of giggling. The boy opened his eyes and saw a delicate, jade-like little face.
"Why are you sleeping here?"
"Who are you?" Wu Wang asked, puzzled.
The scene shook, transitioning to the image which had left the deepest impression on Wu Wang.
Still beneath that Great Tree, the same sleeping boy heard a gentle call, "Husband, husband?"
Who?
Wu Wang ’opened’ his eyes again, greeted by a hazy brightness...
"Husband, do you remember me?"
The clear call reached his ears once again.
Wu Wang abruptly looked up; the figure of that young girl stood before him, slowly leaning down.
Wu Wang saw her clear features, her slender figure, the sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, and those increasingly vivid almond-shaped eyes.
She said, "Let’s decide it like this, we two are husband and wife."
A slight numbness on his shoulder; the little girl had actually bitten down on it, revealing two sharp teeth.
This was the source of the curse?
No, Wu Wang saw many more similar scenes. He saw the woman at different ages appearing before him: from a seven- or eight-year-old girl, to a budding young maiden, and then, to that tall and slender figure.
Yes, it was Xiaolan’s figure.
Wu Wang’s Dao-heart clenched tightly.
Xiaolan is the God of Destiny?
"Husband?"
The woman vaguely appeared before him, revealing a gentle smile. But the scene trembled lightly, and the woman, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms, conveyed utter desolation in her almond-shaped eyes.
While crying, she had said, "I should not have come to see you, but I couldn’t help myself. Aside from seeing you here, I don’t know what else I can do."
While smiling, she had said, "This concubine will not make you wait too long. As soon as you save me, we will meet."
"Husband..."
"Wait for me."
Numerous similar scenes suddenly exploded in Wu Wang’s mind, turning into a fierce wave of Divine Thought that assaulted Wu Wang’s Primordial Spirit. Even with Wu Wang’s already significant Divine Thought, he felt an almost soul-tearing tug.
Those images were fading.
Wu Wang suddenly felt an indescribable, unnamable, furious will that seemed not to exist within Heaven and Earth, intent on destroying and devouring everything.
He let out a series of low growls, trying to retain these memories, but they seemed to be continuously ground down by that furious will.
Was that, the will of Heaven and Earth?!
What on earth was happening!
At that very moment!
DANG——
The bell tolled loudly!
A beam of golden light seemed to traverse the eternities, turning into a massive bell that enveloped Wu Wang’s Primordial Spirit!
The Bell’s voice kept calling, yet it remained ever so calm. "Master, you must remember one of these scenes. You must remember! This is the only guide to rescuing Lady Ling and also one of the main purposes for my journey against time.
"Lady Ling is not the God of Destiny of your current era. She will preside over the fate of living beings in the future, but she is indeed the true person who cursed you.
"It is not a curse, but on countless possibilities, her longing and attachment for you, as well as the possessive private wishes no one can avoid. Likewise, it is the foundation for you to emerge victorious from this timeline.
"Master, please hold on.
"You certainly do not want to live with regrets!"
The Bell’s voice even held a faint tremor.
"Ah, ah——"
Wu Wang clasped his forehead tightly with both hands, veins bulging all over his body, his figure unnaturally twisting and convulsing.
Outside the cabin, Ling Xiaolan tried to rush in but was pushed back by an unseen force.
Remember these memories?
Remember...
In the intense, unbearable pain, the figure with the pained smile seemed to slowly vanish before his eyes. Her almond-shaped eyes drooped, as if pearls were dropping from their corners.
Crying, what for? What hardship can’t be overcome, what powerful enemy can’t be defeated? He could create something as outrageously powerful as the Eastern Emperor Bell in the future, why go through so much trouble to find the woman he loves! What of the will of Heaven and Earth! What of Emperor Shun, Candle Dragon!
Wu Wang’s eyes widened.
The boy under the tree suddenly stood up and lunged towards the fading silhouette. In an instant, the silhouette turned into a girl, a girl of his age, showing Wu Wang a smiling face.
’Husband... just forget me...’
DANG——
The Eastern Emperor Bell seemed almost unable to withstand the backlash of that furious will, and cracks appeared on the silhouette.
The boy reached out with his left hand but was always half an inch short.
"Bell!" the boy shouted.
The spirit of the Eastern Emperor Bell seemed to chuckle, appearing behind Wu Wang, and gently gave him a push.
The seven- or eight-year-old ’Wu Wang’ abruptly grasped the hand of the seven- or eight-year-old ’Ling Xiaolan’. With a strong pull, they transformed into a golden light and vanished without a trace.
Also disappearing were the Eastern Emperor Bell and that furious will.
Inside the cabin, Wu Wang lay prostrate on the ground, his body covered in bloody sweat. The cabin door had been smashed open.
Ling Xiaolan let out an urgent cry. Without caring for the blood and grime around Wu Wang, she rushed forward only to have her wrist tightly grasped by Wu Wang.
Wu Wang gripped it very tightly, leaving bloody marks on Ling Xiaolan’s wrist.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and said in a trembling voice, "Don’t leave..."
Ling Xiaolan nodded vigorously, shoved a handful of elixirs into Wu Wang’s mouth, and then yelled outside, "Grand Martial Uncle! Grand Martial Uncle!"
Suddenly, several figures appeared in the place, but they had heard nothing of the earlier furious will or the continuous bell.
