This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 494 - 492 Take Everything You Want

About a moment had passed since Wu Wang activated his special technique, "Devout Prayer," obtaining Divine Weapons and a temporary realm of strength.

Chun Luan paced anxiously back and forth in a forest clearing, disturbed and somewhat frantic over her junior brother's sudden 'disappearance.'

Several generals standing by with their arms crossed were somewhat puzzled by Chun Luan's current state of disarray.

An absent guard is enough to throw her into such disarray, losing all composure? they wondered.

Perhaps the guard had simply lost his way, or, out of cowardice, had fled.

WHIZ, WHIZ, WHIZ!

Several figures shuttled through the forest and stopped before the generals, immediately greeting them with clasped hands and reporting:

"General! We have searched everywhere we could, but found no man with a veiled face and attractive eyes."

"Reporting to the General, we have asked all our brothers, and none have seen the man mentioned earlier."

"Reporting to the generals... we haven't seen such a woman either."

Chun Luan suddenly took a deep breath and forcibly calmed herself.

Her teacher treated her junior brother like his own son. If anything happened to Qing Shan, or... No, the safety of the Envoy from the Luili Realm was probably more critical, she thought, her priorities shifting.

"Not found?"

Chun Luan muttered in a low voice, "Where could he have gone?"

"Chun Luan, who is this person?" one of the generals asked.

"A wise man," replied Chun Luan, giving the response she had prepared earlier. "He is here to offer me counsel. The strategies for the past few engagements with the enemy were all set by him in advance."

"If he is a wise man, then he must have seen the situation clearly and left on his own volition."

"There's no need to worry, General Chun Luan; such a personage is unlikely to fall into danger easily..."

HUM—

BOOM!

A sudden loud noise erupted from the forest ahead; a golden pillar of light shot straight into the sky, breaking through the clouds.

A hurricane emerged from the site of the explosion, uprooting and knocking down dozens of huge trees along its path, before turning into gusts of wind that battered the surrounding forest from every direction.

Faintly visible were several figures carried into the sky by the golden pillar of light, plummeting toward the ground like rags.

The generals exchanged glances, each fetching their Bone Whistles, and shrill sounds spread throughout the area. A group of elite Soldiers immediately rushed toward the site of the light pillar's eruption.

"What incredible strength."

"A high-ranking Martial Emperor? The location corresponds to one of our previously contemplated hiding spots for the enemy. Perhaps a senior from the Luili Realm was drawn by the commotion and has come to hunt down those invaders."

"It's time we showed them what we're made of! Move quickly!"

Shadows darted through the treetops, leaf fragments fluttered to the ground, and the group of Martial Artists sped ahead, with several generals at the Martial Emperor Realm swiftly advancing to the front.

Although Chun Luan was anxious at heart, she still fulfilled her duties, continuously using her Bone Whistle to direct and command the troops, maintaining a dispersed yet orderly formation as they moved forward.

The figures of several Martial Emperor Realm generals quickly disappeared from Chun Luan's sight, but they could still sense each other's presence very clearly. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The aftereffects of the storm rapidly began to subside.

After blowing her Bone Whistle over a dozen times, Chun Luan once again caught sight of the Martial Emperor Realm generals.

Some stood on treetops surveying the landscape, while others were at the edge of a 'cliff,' seemingly discussing something.

But up close, it was not a cliff at all.

A chasm, over thirty feet wide and nearly a thousand feet long, appeared before them. It was over a hundred feet deep. From an aerial view, it looked like a mark casually sketched upon the earth by the hand of a Divine Spirit.

"Such formidable impact."

"You're the strongest among us, Third Brother, and skilled with blades. I remember you making such marks as well."

"Hmm, but I can't control it as exquisitely as this. Look there, a lot of the soil is very loose and moist, yet the cut marks on both sides are neat and even... Evidently, the senior Martial Artist who delivered this strike has an incredibly subtle control over their strength."

A general rushed back from the left side, shouting, "At the end of the chasm, there are dozens of bodies! They are those invaders!"

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After a brief discussion, they crossed the chasm to continue their search.

But as they moved past a cluster of trees ahead, the scene before their eyes rendered them speechless in succession.

A shallow pit lay before them, the ground bearing the marks of an intense eruption of Spiritual Power.

This must be where the light pillar had erupted not long ago.

Over a hundred corpses were arranged in the shape of a fan, all having met a gruesome death, bleeding from all seven orifices, as if trampled by the paws of a Huge Beast, with most of their bones shattered.

At the end of the fan-shaped array, several figures lay prone or knelt, Spiritual Power still lingering on their bodies, their clothes reduced to tatters, and their faces cracked to varying degrees.

Over a hundred experts had met their gruesome demise right here.

A general whispered, "Men! Finish them off. Sever all the heads."

Dozens of shadows leaped out from behind the five generals, blades flashing down, and one by one, heads were cut from the lifeless bodies.

Soon, the full extent of the battlefield's carnage was revealed.

Chun Luan noticed that within a certain area, there was a residue of some peculiar aura, suggesting that a Spiritual Power shield had once covered this place, concealing the fierce battle that had taken place. It was only when that light pillar shot up to the sky that the Spiritual Power shield was dispersed.

There were over a dozen ground fissures. Dozens of Martial Artists had also died at the edge of the Spiritual Power shield, apparently trying to flee but were overtaken.

Some of the dead had penetrating wounds, and based on the injuries, it seemed likely that a senior expert armed with a spear was responsible.

This group of invaders was utterly annihilated; every single one met their demise here.

Four Martial Emperor Realm experts, and more than twenty Martial Spirit Realm experts—clearly, the mastermind behind these invaders had spared no expense.

"Who did this?"

Chun Luan murmured in a low voice, "To be able to create such a situation and cast such a powerful spiritual barrier..."

"It could be more than one person."

"With the Liuli god descending in person to preside over Liuli City, our Luili Realm... finally has a direction to strive toward."

The generals spoke lightly and laughed among themselves, but Chun Luan's expression remained somewhat gloomy.

Where on earth has my junior brother gone?

She glanced around the area, and an absurd thought inexplicably surged in her heart.

Was it the handiwork of my junior brother?

Then, Chun Luan vigorously shook her head, driving such thoughts from her mind.

Qing Shan has only practiced for a few years. Even if he were the reincarnation of a Martial God, he couldn't have achieved this much. For my junior brother to reach the Martial Soul Realm at such a young age is already extremely impressive.

"I'll take a team to search around. No one should let their guard down."

"Chun Luan, let me accompany you."

"No need, thank you."

「...」

If 'conscience' truly existed in this world, then at that moment, in the eyes of the Martial God, that young man was conscience personified!

Wu Wang returned to the Great Tree where he had once prayed. Under the incredulous gaze of the Liuli god, he removed, piece by piece, the Flying Cloud Set—his Divine Weapon armor—and placed the long spear on top of it.

He slowly put on the ordinary armor he had previously removed and left there, donned his mask, and bowed deeply to the set of armor before him. He said solemnly,

"Thank you, Martial God, for your protection.

"I will never forget your assistance. It will inspire me to continually explore the Martial Arts and use my own strength to protect everything I wish to safeguard.

"I am leaving your Divine Weapon and Divine Armor here. If you can hear me, please take them back.

"This power is not something I am meant to wield. If I were to take it back to Liuli City, it might lead others in the Luili Realm to misjudge, thinking the Martial God favors our realm, which could incite a war.

"Besides, strength borrowed from you is only temporary. Only the strength I cultivate myself truly belongs to me.

"Thank you once again for answering my prayer. I wish the Martial God good fortune and success in all endeavors."

Having said that, Wu Wang bowed his head and waited, his gaze filled with sincerity, without sparing any glance for the sharp edge of the Divine Weapon.

Up in the high clouds, the Martial God had, at some point, moved to stand on a nearby cloud platform. His arms were crossed behind his back, and he tilted his head back with a long, contemplative sigh.

The Liuli god looked intently at Wu Wang, trying to find some trace of deceit in him.

Little Jin Wei beside him sparkled with stars in her eyes, smiling joyfully. For some reason, having such an elder brother made her very cheerful.

In the end, the Liuli god could not discern any flaws.

It seemed the young man was truly speaking from his heart, and moreover, his reasoning was sound and well-considered.

But can there truly be a Martial Artist who would refuse the gifts of a Martial God and decisively abandon such a powerful Divine Armor?

"Alas!"

The Martial God let out another long sigh. Hands still behind his back, he looked up toward the sky and proclaimed,

"What spirit is this!

"This is the spirit of the Martial Arts! The legacy of Martial Artists! It's the conscience that our Martial God World is missing!

"Look, Liuli, look!

"What did I say? What did I tell you!

"To have such a Martial Artist is a blessing for me, the Martial God! It's a reward for all the good deeds I've done since following my Big Brother!"

The Liuli god's mouth twitched slightly, and she took out a handkerchief and delicately wiped the spittle from her cheeks before neatly tucking the handkerchief back into her sleeve.

She said, "Sir, he may be practicing a tactical retreat."

The Martial God stood up tall, hands on hips and a warning look in his eyes, "Are you implying I lack the ability to judge character?"

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare to presume, but..."

The Liuli god looked at Wu Wang in the Cloud Mirror.

Although she felt 'Qing Shan's' behavior was a bit abnormal, what was even more peculiar was that, looking at the young man now, he seemed so sincere, so pure... so unreal.

"My Lord, he may not know the value of this Divine Armament. Perhaps if you were to meet him in person, he might change his mind once he understands."

"Meet in person?"

The Martial God felt a twinge of guilt and scratched his chin, but quickly came up with an idea.

"That's it! Liuli, help me—quick! Shave off my beard for me!"

"Huh?"

The Liuli god paused, then quickly stood up and in a flash was in front of the Martial God, a sharp Dagger in her hand.

"Sir, may I?"

"Of course, go ahead!"

The Martial God summoned a Cloud Chair and sat down with a push of his legs. "Quick, make it nice and clean."

The Liuli god gently inhaled.

She actually had the chance to touch the face of the Martial God!

Oh, no matter what Qing Shan was planning, he did it... brilliantly!

In the mountain forest below the clouds, Wu Wang sat quietly before the set of Divine Armor, feeling perplexed.

Had he made a mistake?

Just moments ago, he could feel the gaze of the Martial God, and the Heavenly Dao was reminding him that there was a powerful Divine Spirit in the area near him. (The Heavenly Dao's prompts were more like sensations rather than conscious communication.)

Could it be that the Martial God felt insulted by him?

No one dares to return the gifts given by me! he mused, imagining the Martial God's potential reaction.

After a brief consideration, Wu Wang felt that the Martial God didn't seem to be the type to be overbearing, but rather had an honest and simple nature.

His returning of the armor was naturally not for the reasons he had stated.

Ultimately, it stemmed from his perspective, one shaped by the Heavenly Emperor; these fine treasures, while good, were merely that—nothing truly remarkable from his lofty standpoint.

Moreover, this armor and spear were just too ostentatious.

While fighting just before, a series of historical allusions flashed through Wu Wang's mind, such as the Seven In and Outs, the Water Dragon Chant, and seeing the dragon shedding its armor.

It just didn't suit his current circumstances.

If they aren't taken back, I'll just leave these treasures here.

Would this offend the Martial God?

Wu Wang pondered for a moment. This was indeed something he had to consider. After all, if the Martial God could be recruited to the Heavenly Dao's camp, it would be a deadly blow to the Candle Dragon Divine Faction.

So, should he change his stance, find another reason?

"Martial God, sir," Wu Wang spoke softly, "I really like this set of Divine Armor, but I am not yet able to wear it..."

DINGLING.

A pleasant bell-like sound chimed. The armor and spear were enveloped in golden light, and the entire Great Tree was surrounded by a layer of Divine Power, causing the light at the periphery to become somewhat distorted.

A three-inch-tall phantom slowly emerged from above the armor. He wore a gray robe, sported a white beard, clutched a wooden staff, and offered Wu Wang a gentle smile.

Wu Wang was startled and quickly bowed with his hands clasped, "Who might you be, sir?"

"I am a minor god serving the Martial God, and I have been ordered to see you."

The elder spoke slowly, his eyes shining brightly as he faced Wu Wang directly.

High above in the clouds, the Liuli god watched the Martial God with speechless amusement.

He really had lost his mind!

The Martial God's beard was only half-shaved when he remembered his ability to project at will. He directly used Divine Arts to project the image of the little old man, making it appear before Qing Shan.

I'm playing the role of my own subordinate, the Liuli god thought, observing the Martial God's antics.

Such ridiculousness truly left the Liuli god between laughter and tears.

His beard was only half shaved as well.

Little Jin Wei, on the side, cocked her head, watching the strange behaviors of the two divine lords, feeling somewhat inclined to leave this place and not continue to drift along with them on clouds.

Silliness can be contagious, she recalled her brother once saying.

Through the Cloud Mirror, the conversation between Wu Wang and the 'Envoy of the Martial God' drifted over clearly.

"Young man, the Martial God thinks highly of you and has praised you many times before us."

"Thank you for the Martial God's misplaced affection, but my master has not long passed away, and for me to switch allegiance so soon would be rather unfilial."

"Yes, yes, the Martial God thinks so too. That's why he only intends to protect you.

"This time, the Martial God has sent me to ask you: why won't you keep this armor?

"The boons of the Martial God are not to be taken back without good reason."

Wu Wang pondered for a few moments, rapidly assessing the previous mood and mindset of the Martial God.

Seemingly, the Martial God was quite happy?

He responded calmly, "I have no disrespect for the Martial God, but I feel that such treasures are a bit too heavy for me now."

"Too heavy?"

"Firstly, for the reasons I mentioned earlier.

"Secondly, there's the saying, 'Possessing a treasure invites trouble.' If I had such treasures without the strength to protect them...

"Additionally, due to the grand examination of the Luili Realm, I became too conspicuous and undoubtedly offended many. I have no significant background or reliable support. Coming from the mountains to the great city, I've learned only to be cautious and maintain a low profile.

"I have always believed that the essence of Martial Arts resides within oneself, not in Divine Weapons or sharp blades."

"Good, good, good!"

The elder laughed with curved brows, speaking softly, "Then what do you suggest we do about this?"

"Please, Envoy, take these treasures back to the Martial God," Wu Wang smiled. "When I have reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts in the mortal world and have made significant contributions to the Martial God World, then I will ask the Martial God to bestow them upon me."

"Haha... cough, hehehe."

The little old man almost let out the hearty laugh typical of robust men but caught himself and said warmly,

"How about you listen to my suggestion?

"A gift bestowed by the Martial God cannot be easily taken back. If word of this spread to other Divine Realms, it would make our Martial God the subject of ridicule among other gods.

"How about this? I will give you an ordinary yet practical treasure. It's a Storage Magic Treasure that is very important to the Martial God."

With that, the old man pushed his hands gently forward, and a speck of light slowly floated towards Wu Wang, transforming into a thumb ring hovering in front of him.

Wu Wang's Dao Heart suddenly trembled.

He had seen this ring before!

Where had it been? It was after he drank the Daoist liquor and was drawn by the Dao of Fuel and Fire into the residual memories left by the Ancient Emperor of the Suiren Clan, where he saw this ring worn on the Emperor's hand.

Following that, a series of images appeared in Wu Wang's mind, flashing by rapidly. Yet, they were fully captured by the Heavenly Dao, forming a clear story that settled deep within him.

The little story about this ring, hidden within the Dao of Fuel and Fire, previously untold to Wu Wang.

There was a simple but stubborn Innate God who, after being defeated by Emperor Suiren, challenged him again and again, only to be knocked down each time.

However, because the Innate God was kind to all creatures and never bullied the weak, Emperor Suiren never truly killed him.

At the time, Emperor Suiren was being hunted by gods from the entire Outer Sky. He always managed to evade their searches, only to be invariably stumbled upon by this foolishly large Innate God, who would then challenge him.

After having thrashed the Innate God more than ten times, the Innate God lay at the bottom of a deep abyss split open by the earth, when suddenly... he started bawling.

Emperor Suiren frowned slightly and paused at the edge of the abyss, then leaped down.

Why did he start crying?

'I won't accept this! Why can't a god defeat a living being!'

'Why must a god defeat a living being?'

Emperor Suiren chuckled lightly.

"'Living beings and Divine Spirits—one is spirituality born within heaven and earth, transformed from non-living to living, while Divine Spirits are rules transformed into living beings. We are all living beings. Why must one group be strong and the other weak?

"'You understand the Great Dao too shallowly. You only know how to utilize the enhancements your Martial Arts provide, not how to perfect your own Great Dao.'"

'Perfect my own Great Dao?'

'Hmm, want to learn?'

The Martial God dumbly lifted his head, his young and round face showing a hint of anticipation, 'Yes!'

'Shout "Big Brother" and let me hear it.'

'Big Brother!'

"Hmm. Come, Big Brother will take you out for some fights.

"Take this Storage Magic Treasure; I crafted it myself. Consider it a first-meeting gift. This is something even you Divine Spirits haven't managed to create."

「...」

"Young man, young man?"

"Ah, I'm here."

Wu Wang snapped back from his memories and gazed at the ring before him. He said softly, "Sorry, I was a bit distracted. If this item is so important to the Martial God, then why..."

"Take it," the old man said warmly. "This is a blessing from the Martial God, and also his expectation of you. With it, you can store many items inside, including the armor and spear, keeping them close yet unseen by others, ready for emergencies."

Wu Wang hesitated slightly, then took the ring with both hands.

Following the old man's instructions, he used his Divine Thoughts to refine the ring. He slid it onto his right thumb and, with a gentle point towards the Divine Armor and spear, they transformed into Immortal Light and flew into the ring.

Wu Wang carefully removed the ring. He then took out a cloth pouch from his robes, placed the ring inside it, and secured the pouch close to his body.

Seeing this, the old man was filled with relief.

Why does it feel like the Martial God is about to cry? Wu Wang wondered.

Wu Wang pondered briefly. Could it be that the Martial God's fondness for me is far greater than I imagined?

Although he didn't understand why, Wu Wang didn't want to unfairly take advantage of the Martial God's generosity. Besides, a treasure from the Ancient Emperor of the Suiren Clan held significant commemorative value for him.

Wu Wang asked, "Envoy, are you in a hurry to return?"

"Ah, no, not at all. What's the matter?"

"Could you please stay for a moment? I have a gift for the Martial God, a modest token of my gratitude."

"Good, good, ha-ha-ha."

「An hour later.」

Wu Wang quietly left the Great Tree and hurried in the direction where his Senior Sister Chun Luan was.

Above the clouds, the Martial God stood at the edge, gazing down at the rapidly moving young man on the ground, his freshly shaven face looking at least a hundred thousand years younger, and wearing a faint smile.

His left hand was held behind him, his right hand held in front, clutching a palm-sized wood carving that depicted the Martial God himself, dressed in Golden Armor just as when they had met on the hillside of the small town.

The Martial God chuckled to himself, realizing that Qing Shan had recognized him long ago.

Big Brother, you said before you left that the Human Race would always have you. Have I finally found him this time?

"Liuli?"

The Martial God called out, turning his head.

"My lord, I'm here."

"Your next task is to guard Qing Shan's side. If any of those eleven try to harm him, you tell them if he suffers a broken arm, they'd better come to see me carrying their own heads."

"Yes, my lord."

The Martial God laughed softly, taking a step forward, his form twisting slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight.