This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 417 - 415: Spring Colors Uncontainable, Qingluan Celebrates New Affection
"Xiaolan, what exactly did you do? You really need to tell us in detail; Wu Wangzi’s safety is crucial to the stability of the Human Domain."
"Elder Martial Uncle, I just... after waking up from a drunken stupor, we were embracing each other... and then I went to wash up..."
"There were no issues at that time?"
"Mhm, was his Primordial Spirit heavily injured?"
"How did this bridal affair turn into such a mess? How many times did you two... consummate the marriage?"
"One or two..."
"Mhm?"
"Three or four..."
"This!?"
Ling Xiaolan felt both embarrassed and anxious, nearly biting through her lips as she stammered, "Seven or eight times... perhaps. I used some aphrodisiacs and was drunk with wine to overcome my own inner demons. I truly can’t remember clearly..."
At this, the several old women exchanged knowing glances, then looked at Wu Wang, who lay on the bed, his complexion extremely pale.
"Exhausted, he must be."
"Xiaolan, it’s not that I, your Elder Martial Uncle, am scolding you. Our Xuan Nu Sect... well, this isn’t really an issue; it’s a private matter between husband and wife."
One old woman said earnestly, "You must practice moderation, understand?"
"Yes," Ling Xiaolan replied softly, "This Disciple has taken note."
"Just get some constitution-strengthening and vitality-replenishing Elixirs," another old woman, adept in medicine, said. "I’ve diagnosed him thoroughly. There’s protection from the Star Dao around his Primordial Spirit, which I cannot probe, but this isn’t a serious injury. Earlier, there seemed to be a violent fluctuation of his Primordial Spirit’s Divine Thought, which should be related to his cultivation insights."
Ling Xiaolan eagerly asked, "Should we use Elixirs or a Cultivation Technique to assist him?"
"No need," the old woman said gently. "If you sense carefully, his aura is strengthening every moment. He must have experienced a tremor from the Great Dao previously, probably because he took too large a step while you were aiding his cultivation."
Ling Xiaolan went to the bedside and carefully sensed for a while, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
The old women gave her a few more instructions and then left on their own to refine Elixirs that could help Wu Wang recover faster.
Before departing, these Elders of the Xuan Nu Sect also implicitly and explicitly reminded Ling Xiaolan that the two young people should understand the principle of letting their affection flow long and steady, like a trickling stream.
Two other Elders also slipped Ling Xiaolan two scrolls, the outer layers of which were peeling. Scanning them with her Immortal Consciousness, Ling Xiaolan’s pretty face turned as red as a ripe apple.
When the cabin finally quieted down, Ling Xiaolan let out a soft breath and sat by the bed, gazing at the sleeping Wu Wang.
She probed Wu Wang’s condition again in great detail but found herself lacking due to her recent fall in cultivation level; her essence, qi, and spirit were all depleted, making her feel powerless. Beads of sweat quickly formed on her forehead.
Once assured that Wu Wang was indeed fine and only his Divine Soul had been shaken by the tremor of the Great Dao, Ling Xiaolan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Only now do I realize that when I touched Wu Wang’s body just before, my movements were natural and spontaneous, with no aversion in my heart. Instead, a ripple of emotion surfaced, bearing those blush-inducing images within. This is...
Ling Xiaolan felt slightly surprised. She stood up from beside the window and walked beyond half a zhang from Wu Wang. She stretched out her hand towards a flowerpot in a corner and, with a slight grasp, several green leaves flew towards her palm.
But these leaves were destroyed by a burst of bright light just before reaching Ling Xiaolan’s palm.
Ling Xiaolan sighed with relief, as if her delicate, jade-like hand would have been forfeit if those leaves had landed in her palm.
The mortal world is still tainted. But...
She walked to the bedside and gingerly extended her palm, laying it on Wu Wang’s arm. The faint touch from his arm made Ling Xiaolan squint her eyes slightly.
That night, lost in drunken slumber, unaware of how many flowers fell; now, reflecting on my beloved, my heart naturally flutters.
Sitting beside the bed, she simply looked down at Wu Wang’s now rosy cheeks, trying hard to think of more proper scenes, recalling the various memories of their acquaintance and how they came to know each other.
Today, it can be said that I have indeed achieved true fruition. The days ahead are long. He has grand tasks that could span Heaven and Earth to accomplish, while I should handle some affairs for him and share some of his burdens. Then, let the Southeastern Region be entrusted to me.
Ling Xiaolan slowly turned, her slender legs pressed together and drawn up, her toes neatly aligned.
She leaned forward, her jade-like arms resting on her knees, her chin propped on her arms. The thin bathrobe revealed the tightly wrapped undergarment beneath, and strands of long hair fell like beaded curtains, which she then brushed aside with a lift of her hand.
Time passed in this manner.
In fact, my Primordial Spirit has already awakened, but I’m currently in a slight daze, sorting through the sudden influx of information and dispelling the pain. The Zhong, what exactly did it change? It feels as if the Zhong had been causing trouble even before my birth, pushing everything towards this very day. Even now, I’m beginning to suspect that behind all my female confidantes, the Zhong is the real matchmaker! No wonder that thing has always been so cautious, constantly emphasizing that it would never interfere excessively or deceive its master with its power. This kind of constant intervention in my life’s trajectory, even if aimed in a positive direction, easily makes me feel uncomfortable. That fearsome Eastern Emperor’s Bell. Hey, saying the Eastern Emperor’s Bell is fearsome, isn’t that just saying I am fearsome?
At this moment, I can only sum it up like this:
[On the possibility of my becoming the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and creating the Eastern Emperor’s Bell, I am about to face an enemy more terrifying than Candle Dragon and Emperor Shun.
The Zhong has two known purposes.
First, to increase my future odds of winning, it was essential to make my strength grow in the preceding years.
Second, to help me remember the scene when I was cursed at the age of seven or eight.
In the possibility of a pyrrhic victory, I must have lost a lot—my mother, Xiaolan, they might have all perished. Xiaolan, even after achieving the God position of the God of the Way of Fortune, still fell into such a desperate situation.
The Zhong was altering these events, giving me a ’signpost’ to save Ling Xiaolan in the future.]
Therefore, what I just witnessed actually signifies that... the Zhong has achieved this purpose. Because at this moment, the memory deep within my heart is clear; I remember that Dream Realm, remember being bitten when the curse was placed upon me. This... Ah, the God of the Way of Fortune I always despised was the future Xiaolan. I feel somewhat bemused yet cannot harbor the slightest hatred.
Even, I’ve noticed that the various arrangements by the Zhong—some occurring naturally while others were pushed by the Zhong—have linked together to lay the foundation for the birth of a [Perfect Victory Timeline]. My being cursed at seven or eight was the groundwork; always preserving my purity became the basis for forming connections with Xiaolan and the Young Master and gaining their favor in the future. Xiaolan will eventually hold the God position of the God of the Way of Fortune, and although ’cause’ and ’effect’ are intertwined, she is bound to be my wise and virtuous partner. I encountered Jingwei on the island and, after hesitating for a long time, couldn’t resist making her acquaintance and dating her, thereby deepening my connection with Elder Shen Nong.
I analyzed carefully and suddenly realized that Jingwei’s presence was actually very important in my relationship with Shen Nong. She not only led to Shen Nong giving me more support on top of his appreciation but also gave me more motivation to help the Human Domain when I was hesitant. Not to mention the Young Master... Huh? My encounter with the Young Master above the East Sea—the incident of Nu Chou’s birth—was in fact the beginning of our mutual conversation and understanding. The bets, wins and losses, and the Young Master keeping her promise to let me go, laid the foundation for our future affection.
Subsequent questions arose. The opening event of that incident, "The Great Wave Bone Flower Fleet swallowed by the giant crab"—was there a shadow of the Zhong behind it? I had felt something fishy back then; these coincidences seemed too convenient.
Strength isn’t just about the individual; it also includes the comrades beside oneself, the allies in battle, and the forces one creates. Personal strength has a ceiling, a limit, which I firmly believe. Everything the Zhong did, if it was to make my overall power more complete and stronger, then everything can be explained.
But at this moment, the ’stable’ forces that have gathered around me are already terrifying. With the Star God’s avatar occupying the Northern Wilderness, it’s as if I directly possess the Northern Wilderness. The faith power of all beings ultimately belongs to me; the only difference is whether the Divine Power goes to my original body or the avatar. My mother, the Ice God, is one of the strong gods of the Candle Dragon divine faction; my Grandpa, the Water God, is one of the Five Elements Gods. My confidante, the Young Master, the Reproduction Goddess. My daughter, Xiong Xiaoming, the Goddess of Death. My strategist, Yun Zhongjun, the God of Yun Meng. My father-in-law-to-be, Human Emperor Shen Nong. I actually already have the potential to launch a battle against the Heaven Palace, with at least a thirty percent chance of victory!
However, the Heavenly Dao has not yet officially been established.
The fake Marriage God: [I took great pains to build many halls in the Heaven Palace and perfected the rules of marriage, but it was just a scheme to benefit from the Dao of Order, never really intending to widely promote it. That’s a matter for when the Heavenly Dao is established.]
The real Marriage God: [DANG——]
None other.
How should I face Xiaolan? How else could I face her? The substantial relationship has already occurred; she is now my dear wife. From now on, I will dote on and treasure her, careful not to let her get hurt. Even now, I have the thought of letting others inherit the ’Way of Fortune’ in the future, so that Xiaolan can always stand behind me. Of course, I can’t be too chauvinistic. If Xiaolan wants to do something or pursue a career, I can’t stop her.
I never thought, in the end, I couldn’t bring myself to hate that curse.
Wu Wang felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart and slowly fluttered his eyelids, pretending to wake up. Xiaolan immediately bent down to examine him closely.
At this time, Wu Wang was still suffering from a severe injury to his Primordial Spirit, but this injury was rapidly healing under the infusion of Divine Power.
Suddenly, he reached out and embraced Ling Xiaolan’s slender waist, pulling her into his arms.
Ling Xiaolan, caught off guard, let out a soft cry. Seeing Wu Wang already raising his "battle standard," she hurriedly said, "Brother Wuwang, your injuries haven’t healed yet!"
"Hmm?" Wu Wang’s large hand gave a gentle squeeze, his eyes opening a sliver. He smiled and said, "What did you call me?"
Ling Xiaolan, momentarily overwhelmed with shyness, her cheeks flushed red. She turned her head to the side and whispered, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, "Hus...band..."
Wu Wang laughed, holding the pretty Fairy Immortal tightly. He said playfully, "What? I didn’t quite catch that."
"Husband..."
"Say it a few more times."
"Husband... Husband," Ling Xiaolan pretended to bite Wu Wang’s ear and ’fiercely’ called out several times, "Husband! Husband! Husband!"
But she was defeated when Wu Wang leaned in and gently breathed beside her ear, calling out, "My lady."
"Mmm."
Wu Wang turned over, and the curtain beside them fell.
The stroll through the garden resumed.
...
After several days of strolling through the garden, Wu Wang and Ling Xiaolan left the cabin one after the other.
Originally, Wu Wang wanted to take Ling Xiaolan out for a walk to announce that they had officially become Dao partners, but Ling Xiaolan was quite shy.
She said, "Doing so would be disadvantageous to you. It’s enough that I know you have me in your heart. I’ve also met the Young Master. For the Reproduction Goddess to be so pure is truly remarkable."
"This..." Wu Wang was playing with her hair. Somehow, his emotional intelligence suddenly seemed to align with the Young Master’s, and he asked softly, "Would you mind these things?"
This was simply sending myself to my doom!
However, Ling Xiaolan just sighed softly, leaning on Wu Wang’s shoulder, and whispered, "Who doesn’t want to stay by the side of their beloved? It’s just that I know the kind of pressure you are under.
"The Young Master can help you more than Jingwei or I. It’s somewhat inappropriate to involve feelings in these matters, as it’s too utilitarian. But if I were to throw a tantrum and ruin important matters, it would not only affect us both but also implicate all the living beings in the Human Domain and between Heaven and Earth.
"You...
"Apart from the Young Master, don’t provoke any other Goddesses, and I naturally won’t be too upset with you."
Wu Wang could only pinch his nose and chuckle foolishly, truly at a loss for words.
With a heart full of affection but no way to repay it, he could only rely on the strength of his loins, blending hardness with softness.
「At this moment, Wu Wang had returned to the front of the God Conferral Array.」
The second group of envoys from the Heaven Palace had arrived at the border of the Southeastern Region; otherwise, how could I have left that inner chamber? I certainly couldn’t abandon my delicate wife, even for those less important official duties!
Ling Xiaolan’s intention was to keep this matter a secret.
But with the increase of my Dao Realm, and the mature temperament I radiate after losing my pure Yang power, how could it be hidden from the Young Master, the Reproduction Goddess? I feel that I should come clean. If need be, I can shamelessly shout, "You are all my wings!"
Xiao Jian Daoist rushed over and said to Wu Wang in a low voice, "This time, it’s the Wood God and the Earth God who have come. With both these strong gods from the Heaven Palace appearing simultaneously, we definitely don’t have enough experts here."
Wu Wang thought for a moment and smiled, "There’s no need to worry; just deal with it as it comes."
"They won’t resort to fighting?"
"I don’t know," Wu Wang shook his head. "The Earth God might have some unexpected moves. Send the order down: if they try to seize these seven gods, let them have them. Although this will hinder my rise in the Heaven Palace, it can prevent unnecessary losses in the Human Domain."
"Understood."
Xiao Jian Daoist agreed and turned to issue the orders.
Just at this moment, a loud cry resonated through the edges of the azure sky.
All eyes turned toward the western sky, where they saw a Qingluan soaring high, its form gradually solidifying from an ethereal state.
Qingluan? The Queen Mother of the West? What is it doing here?
Before Wu Wang could recover, Xiao Jian Daoist’s eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Wu Wang.
The Daoist’s eyes burned with the raging flames of a gossip-loving soul, temporarily abandoning his usual refined demeanor. He winked and gestured at Wu Wang, nudging his chin upward with a shoulder, and whispered, "You and Fairy Ling... hmm?"
"Mm," Wu Wang also suddenly remembered the previous reward offered by the Queen Mother of the West and thought to himself, Impressive. Those old gods are not to be underestimated.
"No problem, this can be used as an announcement," Wu Wang said composedly. "Brother Dao, go and inform everyone. I’ll go greet the Earth God and Wood God."
"Sure, as long as you know what you’re doing. TCH, TCH, TCH."
Xiao Jian Daoist walked off with a faint smile, shaking his head with a swagger.
Wu Wang’s mouth twitched. He transformed into a rainbow light and dashed toward the northwest.
Don’t these Sword Cultivators have any marital lives? Pathetic.
