This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 490 - 488: A Proper Meeting with Sister Yunzhong

This little broken bell, always pulling some tricks when it's least expected.

Was it able to break the great catastrophe, or was the dagger in the Eastern Emperor's hand not swift enough? Granting Yun Zhongjun the body of a woman, isn't this a huge insult to Brother Yun Zhongjun? Isn't this a challenge to Yun Zhongjun, such a handsome Heavenly God? Yun Zhongjun would never agree!

At this moment, a call from the little bell's spirit rose from the bottom of Wu Wang's heart: "Master, Yun Zhongjun has agreed."

Wu Wang, who was dining with Uncle Shan and Aunt Qing at the time, almost had his eyeballs pop out.

This... this can be agreed to?

Wu Wang couldn't help but lean back, holding his meat bun and soup bowl, feeling overwhelmed.

Could it be that Innate Gods are indifferent to gender?

Regardless, the image of Yun Zhongjun with wavy long hair and a perfect figure surfaced in Wu Wang's heart, sending a chill down his spine. The word "brother"... he found it a bit hard to say.

"Qing Shan, what's the matter?" Aunt Qing whispered, "Is the food not to your liking?"

"It's fine," Wu Wang smiled. He was about to mention his need to travel afar when he raised his head and saw those two fluffy fox ears atop Aunt Qing's head. Now that conditions had improved, Aunt Qing also wore more makeup. Although the years of living rough in the mountains had given her a look of weathering, with some replenishment, she now exuded the charm of a mature 'beauty'.

Who in the world doesn't love beauty? It's just a matter of whether conditions allow it.

"Uncle, Aunt," Wu Wang said, "I have received an assignment from the Divine Spirit to go on an expedition to the borderlands for a while."

"The borderlands?" Uncle Shan whispered, "I heard from people at the market that there seems to be a threat of war at the borderlands. They say a foreign tribe is invading."

"It's not about waging war abroad." Wu Wang made a point to explain the matter of the Celestial Fox Tribe.

Aunt Qing pondered and whispered, "My ancestors seem to have been from the Celestial Fox Tribe; look at these ears of mine. People over there all have this appearance, but the real Celestial Fox Tribe also has tails."

"Right," Wu Wang laughed. "I was just about to ask if you had any Celestial Fox Tribe members you wanted me to look out for. Thanks to Jin Wei, I can now make myself heard."

Aunt Qing laughed, "How could the Celestial Fox Tribe have anything to do with me? You're young. When mixing with those adults on your adventure, be careful not to say anything out of line; it could cause trouble if you misspeak."

"Qing Shan," Uncle Shan put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "Your uncle and I come from a hunting background, and it's thanks to you and your sibling that we've ended up in this Liuli City, living like masters being served by others. But Qing Shan, you must remember that all of this is given to us by others, not hunted down by ourselves. When we went hunting in the mountains, we'd occasionally encounter wild beasts fighting each other. I've even seen ferocious beasts rampaging through herds of ordinary animals, then picking up a great deal. This might make our life easier for a while, but what really sustains us is our hunting skill."

"Yes, I know, Uncle." Wu Wang smiled. "Don't worry, I definitely won't forget the basics. The foundation of a Martial Artist is to continuously grow stronger; everything else is just auxiliary."

"That's the spirit, you get it," Uncle Shan waved his hand, his eyes full of pride.

Wu Wang thought his relatives would worry about him traveling far, but it seemed that Aunt Qing and Uncle Shan had a sort of mysterious trust in him now.

Wang Mianjin said they could leave at any time, preferably as soon as possible. To rush to the borderlands from here, even with the fastest carriage, would take six days and six nights.

Wu Wang thought about it and had the little bell arrange for Yun Zhongjun's transformed identity to hurry to the path ahead, so they would meet by chance, hit it off well, and finally become close friends.

They must become close friends! Upon reflection, Brother Yun Zhongjun has always been devoted and laborious in his service to the Heavenly Dao. He played a significant role in the battle against Emperor Shun and was instrumental in the development of the Heavenly Dao with his strategic planning in the background. Especially after Yun Zhongjun learned of the great calamity's secret, he spared no effort in searching for clues, not to the point of exhaustion, but certainly forsaking sleep and food in his quest. Allowing my brother to take a leisurely trip to the Outer Sky and enjoy a break wouldn't be a bad idea at all. Brother, he is truly a brother.

Wu Wang calculated in his heart as he lay on his bed, his eyes closed to nurture his spirit, as his spiritual mind returned to his body.

He made a special trip out, strolling through various places in the Celestial Court. After not showing his face for a long time, Wu Wang thought he might appear more approachable, but whether it was Divine Spirits or Immortals, Heavenly Soldiers or Heavenly Generals, the looks he received were filled with even more reverence, and their salutations became quicker.

This must be due to the sense of distance and mystery that came with his position, Wu Wang reflected. There were pros and cons, but it was nothing to be overly concerned about. If he truly wanted to enjoy life and retire, that would have to wait until after the great calamity.

He had visited the East Garden upon his awakening; naturally, tonight was for the West Garden. In a quiet corner of the Celestial Court where no one was around, Wu Wang hummed a popular song from his time on Blue Star, his hands behind his back as he rode the clouds to Xiaolan's residence. The joy of wandering the gardens could not be neglected.

「...」

HYAH!

A loud crack of the whip shattered the tranquility of Liuli City's early morning. The southern gate opened, and a thousand riders burst forth like a raging torrent, atop brown-furred Guan Shu, clad in moon-white armor—all elite Martial Artists. This was a military force directly under the Liuli City's Shrine Institute, dispatched early to clear obstacles along the way and to keep watch for the caravan that followed.

An hour after this thousand cavalry had left, three ornate covered wagons, escorted by hundreds of riders, quickly departed from that place. The wagons were tightly sealed, inscrutable to outsiders, but news had already spread throughout Liuli City: "That Qing Shan, who made a name for himself at the great examination, has been personally appointed as an Envoy by the Liuli god to head to the frontier and deal with all matters related to the Celestial Fox Tribe with full authority." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

How the news leaked, not even the nine Grand Elders of the Shrine Institute could explain. But now that such rumors had escaped, the name 'Qing Shan' was the talk of the town, and if anything were to happen on the road, no one could guarantee safety. Therefore, at this moment, Wu Wang was briskly making his way through a forest southwest of Liuli City.

His stride was swift, leaving trails of afterimages behind him. He was moving so fast that the clever yet foolish roe deer didn't even have time to react before he ZIPPED past, not giving them a chance for curiosity. Indeed, Wu Wang had decided to rely on his legs to get there. He had disguised himself, applied makeup, and coarsened his voice, all to make himself appear as a middle-aged man in the Martial Soul Realm.

Traveling long distances on foot as a Martial Artist had two disadvantages. The first was rather obvious: it was quite exhausting. Maintaining the pace was like practicing Martial Techniques every day, and one had to face unfamiliar roads and Illusionary Realms. The second disadvantage was the depletion of one's Spiritual Power and spiritual mind. If one encountered an enemy, it meant facing them while fatigued, which was quite disadvantageous. Therefore, Martial Artists below the Martial Emperor Realm would mostly choose carriages or beast mounts as transportation.

Wu Wang actively proposed a 'light and shadow' plan, which was also for his own cultivation considerations. He did not want to waste these days on the road and took the opportunity to practice his control over Spiritual Power. He set a small goal for himself—to reach the Celestial Fox Tribe territory while keeping his Spiritual Power nearly full! By the way, Wu Wang was traveling near 'his own caravan'. He wanted to see if other Innate Gods from the Martial God World were truly audacious enough to make a move against an Envoy of the Liuli god. He was particularly thinking of that one named Ming Qing.

As he sped along, Wu Wang's movements became even more rapid, the flow of Spiritual Power within his body clear and effortless. He watched as the scenery ahead changed; the distant mountains were dyed with the ink of green indigo. An inexplicable thrill rose within him, causing Wu Wang to open his mouth and howl, his voice echoing through the mountains and wilds.

Above in the high skies, on a cloud that drifted with the wind, the Martial God and the Liuli god sat upright and alert. Jin Wei was holding a sparkling golden Staff, nervously watching the figure of Wu Wang in the Cloud Mirror. — That Staff was a gift given by the Martial God upon their meeting.

The Martial God chuckled with a smirk, affecting an air of superiority as he stroked his beard and softly hummed, "Qing Shan still favors the mountains and forests, after all."

"Inherently simple-natured and returning to nature," the Liuli god also praised. "Now I somewhat understand why you're so fond of this boy, sir."

Jin Wei blinked, unsure if the praise was for her elder brother or for the legendary Martial God. But then again, did the Martial God really not know the teacher had a soft spot for him? Even a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl like her could see it; the way the teacher looked at the Martial God was clearly different, just like how Uncle Shan looked at Aunt Qing, or how Dong Gao, her senior brother, looked at Qiu Li, her senior sister. Forget it, the affairs of these divine beings were certainly not something a child like her could meddle with. Just watch her brother dutifully. My brother is so cool when he runs, HEE HEE HEE.

"Oh?" Suddenly, the Martial God's brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly behind his mutton chop beard. His expression, which had been as pleasant as a spring breeze, now took on a somewhat darker shade. "Ming Qing's thoughts have gone astray," said the Martial God. "At this very moment, dozens of Martial Artists carrying the essence of Ming Qing's path are rushing towards the territory of the Celestial Fox Tribe."

The Liuli god snorted, "She really did imbue her subordinates with her Divine Power."

The Martial God sighed, "The matter isn't too serious. Haven't you realized yet? Ming Qing got wind of the task you gave Qing Shan to visit the Celestial Fox Tribe, and she deliberately sent people to oppose you."

"She's always been against me." The Liuli god sighed. "I have no intention to argue with her and have always been tolerant."

"Is that tolerance? That's purely laziness," the Martial God teased with a laugh. "If it weren't for me seeking you out, would you even care about your Luili Realm?"

The Liuli god's pretty face flushed slightly; she glanced at Jin Wei and felt inexplicably guilty, whispering softly, "There are some things worth fighting for."

The Martial God's eyes lit up, "Do you have something you want to fight for?"

"Of course." The Liuli god's gaze drifted elsewhere. Feeling somewhat self-conscious, the Martial God continued to sit on his cloud seat, watching Wu Wang's 'parkour' across the mountains and fields.

The Martial God thought: Ah, the minds of goddesses are so hard to guess. Why is Liuli upset again? I was just teasing a moment ago.

The Liuli god thought: Could it be that the Martial God is saying these things on purpose? Doesn't he know... the dispute between me and Ming Qing originated from... that matter?

Jin Wei thought: My brother is so handsome!

"HEE HEE HEE," Jin Wei giggled while holding the Staff, her gaze glued to the Cloud Mirror, as if she possessed everything in the world.

「Three days later.」

Jin Wei sat beside her teacher, the Liuli god, resting her head on the Goddess's smooth, delicate leg, covered with a finely crafted animal skin blanket, lingering in her dreams. The Liuli god held a scroll, engrossed in reading ancient literature. The Martial God, on the other hand, kept it simple, continuing to watch the boy run in the Cloud Mirror, an essential part of his daily pleasure.

On this day, Wu Wang burst out of the forest, arriving at a fortress city two days ahead of the caravan. What the Martial God and the Liuli god didn't know was that Wu Wang's friend, the legendary third-generation divine, the first auxiliary god of the Celestial Court era, had already descended to this place, having waited for a long time.

The meeting place had been set by Zhong at a teahouse. According to the script written by Zhong Ling, Wu Wang would stroll past the teahouse, dressed in a short robe, with makeup, exuding the confidence of a mature man combined with a pair of innocent eyes. He would look up at the elegant seat in the teahouse next to him and see a woman resting her chin in her hands, with wave-like long hair, exquisite features but a touch of melancholy, and he would start to wonder about the subtle sorrow hidden in her brows and eyes.

Just then! The woman would look down at the street, their gazes meeting as if struck by a small lightning bolt. The man would stop in his tracks and the woman would catch her breath, both instinctively heading towards the main hall of the teahouse, encountering each other at the corner of the staircase, and simultaneously utter a phrase: "Brother (or sister), I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

「...」

Back in Wu Wang's original body, the Primordial Spirit child stared at the book in front of him, nearly swallowed by dark lines.

There were so many issues to criticize that he didn't even know where to start!

RRRIP— The Primordial Spirit child tore the script in half, causing Zhong Ling, hiding in the corner amid the clouds, to shiver, silently weeping while holding the design blueprints of the Eastern Emperor's Bell.

These days, being a competent Zhong Ling was too difficult.

"If you mess around again, I'll design your bell's flanges to look like flying eaves and carve a few dragons on it!"

"No, Master, please! Carving dragons is just too tacky! 'Dragon liver and phoenix marrow' is the name of a dish!"

"Hmph!" Wu Wang's mouth quirked as his Primordial Spirit closed its eyes, and his spiritual mind fully returned to his incarnation, contemplating how to meet Brother Yun Zhongjun.

Would Brother Yun Zhongjun follow this melodramatic script? It seemed... this brother did not like to be scripted by others...

"Qing Shan?" A crisp voice, like a skylark's song, came from the alley next to him.

Not just Wu Wang, but Martial Artists, merchants, and ordinary passersby walking along the street all turned their gaze towards that direction, curious to see what kind of woman had such a captivating voice. This look was no small matter—merchants couldn't keep a grip on their bamboo baskets, scattering fruits and vegetables all over the ground. Some Martial Artists couldn't help but widen their eyes, their circulation of Spiritual Power going awry.

Wu Wang had already seen what Yun Zhongjun's incarnation looked like, but even now, he couldn't help but inwardly praise the little bell spirit's ingenious craftsmanship. Look at that jade-like face, peach blossom eyes with shallow ripples, a dainty nose above bright red lips, and that slightly thin melon seed face that bore no trace of harshness but added a touch of seductive charm instead. She looked young, seemingly about the same age as Qing Shan, with a trace of youthful naivety on her face that gave her an entirely different kind of allure.

Even more so, Yun Zhongjun had actually changed the attire for this incarnation. The waist of the plain-colored long dress was just two pieces of crisscrossing cloth, the front was missing a few stitches and lines, and a pair of jade feet were nestled in semi-transparent Crystal shoes, with wavy locks of hair casually let down... Her long eyelashes fluttered as she said to Wu Wang, "Have you forgotten me? When you were six years old, you said you wanted to marry me."

Wu Wang: ...

Bro, can you not? Seriously? The Martial God and the Liuli god must be watching from above, big brother! Can't you just recognize me like normal, without adding random scenes?

Yun Zhongjun's incarnation stepped forward, eyes full of deep affection and a bewitching smile on her lips. Wu Wang instinctively stepped back half a pace, his Adam's apple trembling uncontrollably.

"You... do you dislike me now?" Yun Zhongjun's incarnation's voice trembled slightly, and all the eyes in the half-street turned towards Wu Wang, almost with a sense of malice.

This is terrible! Why does every powerful figure beside him have to be so troublesome? This is a man! The true form is a big man!

Wu Wang's Primordial Spirit groaned softly, picking up the Zhong Ling script he had just thrown away and repeatedly smacking his own forehead with it.

It's doomed. There's no saving this.

Yun Zhongjun even let out a soft coo!