This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 483 - 481: It’s Really Hard for Gods to Fall in Love
At a banquet, Wu Wang felt the warmth of the entire "elite family of the Luili Realm."
It was akin to a poor scholar accidentally wandering into a world of noble sons, where each scion vied to display their grace, offer their warmth, and showcase the culture and substance of their families.
It was almost as if someone would shout, "Come look, there’s a little genius from a poor family here!"
Celestial Court profanity.
The sensation of being so dearly cared for by this group of youngsters is rather uncomfortable indeed.
I was even ready to fight all the way to the presence of the Liuli god! And this was the outcome? Have these "nobles" fed all their mettle to Zhu Zhu?
The Heavenly Emperor, who had arrived in high spirits, left in disappointment. After stewing in bed for a while, he immediately switched back to his serious Heavenly Emperor style. He set up some warning Formations around his residence, took a look at his sleeping younger sister, and began his painstaking excavation of the Great Dao.
「Before dawn the next day」
Wu Wang sensed a familiar person approaching his incarnation and immediately stopped his work, shifting his spiritual mind to the Land Beyond the Skies.
Opening his eyes, Mo Feng’s handsome face came into view, and Wu Wang instinctively tightened his grasp on the thin blanket.
"Little Uncle-Master, let’s go practice boxing!"
"Fine, but why did you come over so early in the morning?"
Wu Wang found it slightly amusing. He looked down at his loose pajamas and calmly threw off the blanket, jumping out of bed.
Mo Feng laughed and said, "Last night, they hijacked the conversation, and it would have been inappropriate to impose a stay at General Wang’s residence. After returning, I simply couldn’t sleep, and as soon as I managed to wait until daylight, I rushed here. Little Uncle-Master, let’s have another match!"
Wu Wang laughed, "So I should help stretch your muscles and invigorate your circulation?"
Mo Feng asked, "Is this a cultivation method?"
"What I mean is to give you a good thrashing, haha, and you’re asking about a cultivation method."
"Good!"
Mo Feng’s eyes blazed with two flames.
Only Mo Feng knew how extraordinary his Little Uncle-Master was. The things Little Uncle-Master taught him years ago had made his Martial Techniques improve by leaps and bounds, and his cultivation became even more solid.
And only Mo Feng knew what a spur it was to have such an ’age-mate,’ pushing him forward.
Those nights from the past few years, when he trained to his limits—not to death, but close—his thoughts were not of the pretty senior sister in the next room, but of winning a bout against his Little Uncle-Master Qing Shan in a head-to-head match!
Mo Feng was well aware that Qing Shan’s cultivation might temporarily fall behind his own due to age constraints and the need to concentrate his soul into a Divine Soul during the foundational stages and the Martial Soul Realm.
Today’s battle might be the only chance in his life to defeat his Little Uncle-Master.
Outside the house, in the small courtyard, under the keenly interested gazes of the guards stationed and patrolling, two young men stood face to face on the grass.
Mo Feng said, "Uncle-Master Qing Shan, I will give it my all today!"
"Hmm," Wu Wang responded, "Since Eldest Senior Sister couldn’t make it back in time, it’s a good chance for me to give you some pointers."
The guards from General Wang’s residence, being Martial Artists themselves, could tell that Wu Wang’s displayed Martial Master Realm was far inferior to Mo Feng’s Martial Soul Realm.
Yet, when such words came out of Wu Wang’s mouth, there wasn’t a hint of surprise in the hearts of the guards.
It seemed natural, as it should be.
"Momentum?"
In the corner, a few figures who had just walked past were now standing behind a few small trees.
Wang Mianjin’s eyes flashed with surprise as he muttered this.
Behind and beside him, several elders and middle-aged men also brightened up at the sight.
"Is this Old Qiu’s young disciple?"
Wang Mianjin smiled, "Yes, this boy is named Qing Shan, the young man I mentioned to you earlier. It seems that of the twenty-four Earth Class talents, we have two right here."
"Qing Shan? That’s indeed a good name."
"Congratulations, General Wang, on gaining two capable assistants."
Wang Mianjin shook his head slightly, "What gains or losses? Aren’t we all cultivating talents for our Luili Realm, striving for resources?"
The group laughed along in agreement.
Just then, with a light shout, Mo Feng threw a punch at Wu Wang from across the distance, where the force of the punch created afterimages in its wake.
Wu Wang, however, remained calm and composed, raising his hand and pushing forward with his palm, and the incoming force vanished into thin air.
"What a deft neutralization!" an elder praised softly.
Then they heard Wu Wang laugh, "Try to direct the force upwards, so you don’t damage these valuable flowers and plants."
Having said that, his figure leaped up, his toes tapping swiftly and lightly, casting two illusory trails of light and circling around Mo Feng in the blink of an eye.
Mo Feng revealed a grin, his fists swinging nonstop, and, in a flash, he sent out a sky full of fist shadows.
Wu Wang intentionally held back, at this moment only focusing on defense and not attack. He drifted and floated in the air, appearing to glide effortlessly, but in actuality, he was constantly shifting position by leveraging control over his own Spiritual Power.
"Little Uncle-Master, be careful!"
Mo Feng shouted loudly, his fists smashing into each other, creating gusts of wind around him, while his feet sank into the grass.
This guy may look refined, but his Martial Techniques were extremely fierce; it was as if a phantom lion appeared behind him, rearing its head to the sky and roaring furiously.
His momentum was astonishing!
"Too slow!"
Wu Wang’s light rebuke reached Mo Feng’s ears as his figure made a turn in mid-air, light as a dragonfly skimming water, his toes tapping the phantom lion’s neck.
Mo Feng’s entire body’s Spiritual Power suddenly stalled, and he staggered forward a step.
Wu Wang landed gracefully, shook his head slightly at the embarrassed Mo Feng, and said seriously,
"Have you spent these past years in meditation? Your Martial Techniques are flashy but impractical, and your weaknesses are so clear. If you were to truly face a strong opponent, would they wait for you to gather power, or would they attack your vital points from a distance using all means?"
"Little Uncle-Master," Mo Feng sighed, clasping his hands in a bow, his face showing chagrin.
Wu Wang let out a light sigh and said seriously,
"Forget about your cultivation level for the moment. I will teach you a few simple and practical Martial Techniques to prepare for the upcoming major test.
Do you still remember? When you went to the town, what did those martial masters use their Martial Techniques for?
Performance.
To a certain extent, you are now performing with your Spiritual Power. Real killer moves are simple and efficient, aiming to take down an opponent in one encounter.
Hit me with your full strength, and concentrate all your power on one point."
"Okay," Mo Feng adopted a stance, gripping his fists and bending his legs without any flourish.
Wu Wang stood firm, his left hand pushing forward, and his right hand pulling back, his body’s center of gravity shifting downwards slightly.
"HA!"
Mo Feng charged fiercely, like a tiger pouncing on its prey!
Wu Wang’s left hand gently swayed, creating a series of continuous palm shadows in front of him, directing Mo Feng’s punch to the side. Then with his right hand, he grabbed Mo Feng’s belt, spun his body, and pushed with his arm, sending Mo Feng back to his original position.
Mo Feng was a bit dizzy, looking down at his two fists.
"What’s this?"
"Receive, neutralize, release. I’ve shown this to you before, but our teacher enhanced it once more before his passing."
Wu Wang said solemnly, "Considering you’re my own martial nephew, I’ll teach it to you. Want to learn?"
"Yes!" Mo Feng nodded vigorously, then remembered the reason for his visit today and couldn’t help but sigh.
What’s there to even compete about? I should just follow his lead.
In the corner, several officials from Liuli City exchanged glances, their expressions quite marvelous.
"Such exquisite Martial Techniques."
"Truly worthy of the ultimate skill gathered from Old Qiu’s lifelong understanding of Martial Arts, and it’s the complete opposite approach of the Destroying Cloud Technique—extremes meet, extremes certainly do meet."
"General, shall we discuss matters later?"
"You guys!"
Wang Mianjin chuckled and scolded good-naturedly, "At your age, still trying to steal the younger generation’s Martial Techniques? Someone, bring over some chairs. I shall supervise all of you here."
Not far away, Wu Wang heard these words and couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.
He was actually just showing a fraction of his true abilities while using the Martial Techniques as a way to repay General Wang’s favor.
Though the words ’receive, neutralize, release’ might sound amusing, they indeed represented a profound technique of redirecting force, and Wu Wang, having deduced it with the Heavenly Dao, naturally wouldn’t lose out to ordinary ultimate skills.
For a time, many guards rushed to the backyard of the General’s residence.
The entire morning, the sound of "receive," "neutralize," "release" could be heard throughout the General’s residence.
Their voices were clear and pleasant to the ear.
...
"Well, this martial technique is really quite interesting."
Above Liuli City, on a white cloud, the Martial God sat on a cloud stool, with several pots of fine wine before him, leisurely engaging in his daily essential routine: viewing mountains.
When I look at Qing Shan, he seems so magnificent; I suppose Qing Shan must see me the same way.
The Martial God chuckled to himself, his eyes filled with emotion.
Wu Wang had set off from the small town and walked all the way, with the Martial God following him throughout, observing the prosperity of the Twelve God Realms under his domain.
The Luili Realm was rather peaceful, as the Liuli god herself practiced ’governing by doing nothing,’ and the conflicts within it were not too intense.
Unlike those realms ranked higher in strength, where internal battles were literally life-and-death.
The Martial God simply viewed this with equanimity, neither thinking the Luili Realm was particularly great nor considering those realms with intense infighting especially bad. He was a God standing at the pinnacle of the Twelve Realms, and naturally, his perspective on issues could not be too narrow.
Old Shui hasn’t come wandering around lately. Has he figured out a way to help young lady Cang Xue?
The Martial God murmured to himself and upon seeing in the Cloud Mirror that a few people had begun to enjoy their lunch, he opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a drink.
Watching through the Cloud Mirror, Wu Wang and Jin Wei were adding food to each other’s plates, Qiu Li and Dong Gao were exchanging affectionate glances, and even the guard at the edge of the mirror received a steaming hot meat bun from a passing maiden...
The Martial God looked down at himself. Why do I feel a trace of desolation?
This is Liuli’s territory. I wonder if she’s busy with organizing her classes right now.
Thinking this, the Martial God’s robust finger lightly traced a path, causing the scene within the Cloud Mirror to shift, revealing the location of the Liuli god—the Liuli Temple.
I’ve never actually known what those twelve are like in private.
The Martial God murmured to himself, intending to lightly tap the Cloud Mirror, but as he raised his finger, he drew it back again.
That’s against the rules, definitely against the rules. Liuli is a Goddess, after all, and a pure one at that. For countless years, she hasn’t had a partner, nor has she indulged in pleasures with any living being.
He was a prominent male God. If he secretly spied on his subordinate Goddess and happened to see her bathing or resting, wouldn’t that be disastrous? If word of this got out, Big Brother would probably leap out of his grave and curse him soundly: Despicable!
I can’t do something like that.
The Martial God sighed lightly, still hesitating, but decided to directly send a message to the Liuli god’s Temple.
「Meanwhile, in that spacious and elegant great hall.」
Gentle streams flowed by, and a hammock made of vines was suspended over the water, within which the Goddess, with her hair down, was gently murmuring to a humanoid cloth bundle.
"Martial God... You are so rough, Martial God..."
Following that were bursts of infatuated laughter.
Spring waters may give birth to love, yet dreams are invaded by gods.
Suddenly, the Liuli god opened her eyes, rapidly hid the doll in her sleeve, instinctively grabbed the thin blanket to cover herself, and looked up at the ceiling of the great hall.
There, a spot of light appeared, and the voice of the Martial God was transmitted through:
"Liuli? If you’re not busy, come here. I have some instructions for you."
The Liuli god’s cheeks flushed red.
Could the Martial God have seen what I was just doing? Is he calling me over because... Ugh, why is the location the Martial God gave above Liuli City? Is he... planning for us to have a sacred union in front of my countless subjects?
The cheeks of the Liuli god turned crimson, but her eyes grew sharp.
"Please wait, I will bathe and change... and then, I’ll come."
The Martial God on the cloud frowned slightly.
The Grand Competition of the Luili Realm is just around the corner, how can she still be so leisurely?
「A moment later.」
The Liuli god arrived, dressed to the nines, her hair arranged in a dangerously elaborate style, unabashedly radiating the beauty and charm she had cultivated over countless years. Her makeup, meticulously refined, resembled the proudest creation of the Beauty God from ancient times.
She had already prepared a soft couch, refreshing wines, and a feast of Ten-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast meat to replenish one’s energy.
The Martial God would only need to give a look, and I would... This is the composure of a Goddess!
"You’re here, take a seat."
The Martial God looked down at the Cloud Mirror, his face filled with a gentle smile as he watched the young people inside laughing and frolicking.
The Liuli god paused, blinked slightly, glanced at the Cloud Mirror before the Martial God, and then at the cloud stool next to him. She walked over, held her head high, and showed off her splendid figure.
"My Lord, you called for me?"
"Hmm," the Martial God turned his head and glanced at the Liuli god, and for a moment it was as if his heart had been struck.
It was an overwhelming display of allure!
He had just noticed... the Liuli god was quite attractive.
To prevent his gaze from becoming inappropriate, the Martial God quickly looked away, speaking softly, "How are your preparations for the upcoming competition?"
The Liuli god pursed her lips slightly.
She let out a long sigh in her heart, and for a moment, her eyes reddened. However, relying on the composure of a Divine Spirit, she instantly concealed her helplessness and sorrow.
The Martial God had already seen that scene of me in my dream, yet he’s still so indifferent. Indeed, I am ultimately too lowly, too dim, unable to gain the Martial God’s favor.
"My lord," the Liuli god said with a hint of disappointment, "the arrangements for the competition have been made, and I do have a few subordinates at my disposal."
"That’s good," the Martial God replied with a gentle smile, though his heart thumped a little.
Why does she seem a bit down? Does she not like talking to me?
Thus, the Martial God straightened up and considered how he might endear himself to his subordinate; it wasn’t that he wanted the Liuli god to do anything in particular. He simply thought it would be nice to ease the relationship between superior and subordinate.
It’s not easy for any of us gods.
The Martial God asked, "Are there any difficulties with this competition?"
"Nothing of the sort, my lord."
"Hmm," the Martial God said, "that’s good."
The Liuli god turned her head to look aside, quickly dispelling the dimness in her eyes and tried to return to her usual demeanor.
But a tear still escaped the corner of her eye, tracing the contours of her pretty face before she swiftly evaporated it.
"It has been tough on you this time," said the Martial God, "I’m sure those eleven have also exerted a lot of pressure on you. If necessary, I’ll assemble all twelve of you and give them a talking-to."
"There’s no need for that," said the Liuli god, "I’ve never been very close to them. I’ve been but a minor Divine Spirit, struggling to survive under your protection, my lord."
The Martial God hurriedly said, "Hey, you shouldn’t say that, although your strength is a bit weaker..."
The Liuli god’s smooth lips couldn’t help twitching.
"Ahem," the Martial God cleared his throat, trying to change the subject, "Look at this fellow. This is Qing Shan, the one I’ve told you about. How is he? Doesn’t he have great potential?"
The Liuli god glanced at the Cloud Mirror, clearly uninterested.
"As long as you’re happy, my lord."
"What way is that to talk? What do you mean ’as long as I’m happy’," said the Martial God seriously, "This youth’s talent and aptitude are extraordinary. He’s a Disciple I’ve taken a liking to, placed here for you to guide."
The Liuli god was taken aback and seemed energized. She stared at the Cloud Mirror carefully for a while and said, "It seems that he possesses a kind of spirituality in him, a truly rare living being indeed."
"Right?"
The Martial God was all smiles, enthusiastically praising Wu Wang’s natural talent and comprehension.
The Liuli god listened intently, giving the appearance of keen interest, while her gaze unconsciously fixed upon the Martial God’s face as if mesmerized by it.
The Martial God was oblivious to this, growing more animated as he spoke.
Although the process had its twists and turns, the atmosphere above the clouds gradually became more harmonious.
The Liuli god thus viewed Wu Wang more favorably and turned her attention to the little follower beside him, saying:
"This girl also seems to have good potential."
"Who? Jin Wei? She’s a bit inferior to her brother but quite good indeed."
"They’re siblings?" The Liuli god asked in astonishment, "Why do I see in her eyes..."
...the same kind of look I give you.
But those words couldn’t be spoken. The Martial God wasn’t interested in her.
The Martial God asked with a smile, "Saw what?"
"Admiration for her brother," muttered the Liuli god, "just as we admire you, my lord."
"Admiration is unnecessary, really," the Martial God chuckled, "I’m just a bit stronger than all of you, that’s all."
The Liuli god couldn’t help but press a hand to her forehead, but she took a few more glances at Jin Wei.
If the Martial God wants to take this Qing Shan as a Disciple, then... it wouldn’t be a bad idea for me to take her. At least it would be quite fitting, wouldn’t it?
