This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 468 - 466: Touching the Spirit Blood!

Is there a problem with the aptitude of this incarnation of myself?

When Wu Wang left the house in the morning, he was a bit anxious, and his eyes seemed a bit evasive.

He was actually made somewhat unsure of himself by Zhong Ling.

This incarnation was crafted by Zhong Ling, and judging by Zhong Ling's reaction yesterday, the aptitude of this incarnation was surely extreme—it was either very strong or very weak.

If it was the latter, that would actually be good news. It would benefit him in staying concealed; as long as he kept a low profile, was steady, and diligent, he could also enjoy the thrill of climbing up from the bottom.

After all, with the Heavenly Dao as his backup, his rise was inevitable.

After all, the important thing is to learn self-comfort. Being at the bottom could be seen from another angle because no matter which direction he went, it was a period of ascent.

But if the aptitude was too dazzling, it could likely cause numerous ripples in his peaceful cultivation life.

"Little Bug, come back to reality," Uncle Shan called out, and Wu Wang immediately adjusted his expression.

Aunt Qing and Little Jin Wei were waiting at home and did not come along.

At this moment, Uncle Shan carried two packages as gifts for the old martial master, and Wu Wang, dressed in brand new coarse cloth shirts, strode along. Uncle Shan's large hands were washed clean, though the cracks on them were rather startling.

Uncle Shan cautioned him carefully, "Once you're there, don't look around aimlessly, just stay put. It'll hurt a bit when they draw blood on you; try to bear it without crying out for your parents, to leave a good impression on the old martial master.

"Also, the martial master you're going to see today is just your first choice; it's not a must to take him as your master.

"Your Aunt Qing and I have inquired; there are more than thirty martial masters in the towns nearby. The children who come here to seek apprenticeship under this old martial master are the most numerous every year. Furthermore, there's a rule with the old martial master—he only accepts disciples on the third day of the third month in spring."

Wu Wang asked, "Uncle, what is the old martial master's name?"

"How would I know? Just call him 'Master,'" Uncle Shan said with a laugh. "I asked around in town, and other martial masters address the old master as Cloud-Breaking Hand. That means he has a Unique Skill."

Unique Skill, Martial God Power, Cloud-Breaking Hand... Wu Wang was suddenly a bit curious. Curious about what kind of beings the Martial Gods who came up with these systems were.

The first time he heard the name of the Martial God, he knew that the Martial God had been a friend of The Ancient Emperor of the Suiren Clan. At the time, Wu Wang subconsciously felt that at least this was not a rotten god.

Wu Wang himself held a fair amount of admiration for Emperor Suiren.

However, he couldn't be biased from the start. Walking step by step on the Martial God's territory, he should be able to make contact with this strong god from the Outer Sky.

Hopefully, he was a reliable senior.

The power from the world of the Outer Sky was naturally to be harnessed if possible, and Wu Wang had no personal grievances with them.

His only need was to purify 'brutal gods' like the Dark Cloud God.

Err, it seems these matters are a bit far off...

"It's just up ahead," Uncle Shan whispered.

Wu Wang looked up and saw a delicate small building standing in the corner of the town.

In front of the small building, a human-high stone wall enclosed an exquisite courtyard.

The courtyard gate was wide open, with a shadow wall inside, and the ground was paved with smooth stone slabs. Several green jars were piled up on one side, containing several lotus flowers.

The small building was three stories high, with flying eaves and green tiles, as well as red-painted wooden windows—a sign that the construction was not cheap.

At the moment, the small building was quiet. However, seventeen or eighteen figures stood in front of the courtyard gate. Among them, five or six were young boys and girls, apparently all waiting quietly for the gate to open.

"Let's wait at the back," Uncle Shan whispered a reminder.

"Don't look around aimlessly. You see those kids with more patterns on their clothes? They all come from well-off families and are used to acting arrogantly. Someone might want to show off in front of the old martial master and cause a scene.

"Little Bug, remember, we don't have any background. Neither your Aunt Qing nor I can fight those martial masters. When learning outside, the first priority is to keep a low profile."

"Mmm, Uncle, I've got it," Wu Wang said.

He chuckled softly in his heart; Uncle Shan really was an 'old fox'.

Activating the bloodline, also called the 'Blood Point,' involves using Beast Blood to engrave the Divine Rune and awaken the Martial God Power within one's own bloodline, thus starting the path of cultivation.

Asking a martial master to facilitate the Blood Point and taking a martial master as one's teacher were two different matters.

Today, Wu Wang was just seeking help from the old martial master for the Blood Point. After revealing his innate talents through the Blood Point, whether the old martial master took him as a disciple was another matter altogether.

After waiting for about an hour, the courtyard gate opened, and a middle-aged couple emerged.

They were both dressed in short shirts and long trousers. The man looked somewhat refined, while the woman had applied light makeup—a rather rare sight for a woman in such a remote town.

Although Wu Wang's incarnation was just beginning his cultivation, his eyesight wasn't affected.

At just a glance, he realized that the couple had hidden injuries. The middle-aged man's right hand seemed powerless, and the woman's left leg was not quite right when she walked.

The couple's hidden injuries seemed to be of some years, and they were well-concealed at the moment.

Martial Artists, Dancers, any living being pursuing cultivation needs to either obtain Divine Power or absorb the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth to strengthen oneself.

Hidden within these two individuals was a degree of Spiritual Power quite decent for the remoteness of this small town. Even with their hidden injuries, they could be considered experts here.

They were much stronger than the few in town who carried the name of martial masters but spent their days loitering in the taverns.

Seeing through this, Wu Wang began to harbor some expectations for this elderly martial master.

The middle-aged man in a short shirt clasped his hands. His gaze swept over the few youths outside, but he didn't pay much attention to Wu Wang.

He said, "You should all be aware of my master's rules. Today the Blood Point costs nine hundred Bay Coins each. I hope you've brought enough."

Nine hundred?

Uncle Shan's eyes widened; he quickly whispered something to Wu Wang, and then turned to sprint back the way they came.

It was quite embarrassing; Uncle Shan hadn't brought many Bay Coins with him when he left the house.

At the entrance of the courtyard, everyone's eyes fell on Wu Wang's face. One or two glances were mocking, but Wu Wang's expression remained the same, unaffected by honor or disgrace.

He wasn't so shaken by such a display as to waver in his Dao heart.

However, no youths eager to show off their own shamelessness by openly taunting him appeared, denying Wu Wang the chance to utter that classic line, 'Do not despise the poor youth.'

The middle-aged man cast an encouraging look at Wu Wang and then laughed, "Everyone, please enter in the order of your current standing positions."

Wu Wang was last in line and simply stood there waiting honestly, his clean face showing the simplicity of a child from the mountains.

A young girl accompanied by her family was the first to enter the courtyard.

Wu Wang listened to the conversation inside.

First, the girl's family respectfully said, "Old sir, please feel my daughter's bones to see if she's destined for cultivation." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Hmm, abundant with Spiritual Energy." An old voice rang out.

Wu Wang frowned.

Just by the sound of it, this old martial master's vitality was already withering, his Lifespan nearing its end, with many hidden injuries within. It seemed unlikely he had the potential to improve his cultivation any further.

This... if I truly became his disciple… how long could I learn from him?

My apologies, my apologies, may this old gentleman live a thousand, no, nine thousand years!

After a while, the martial master said, "Your daughter has the makings for cultivation, but she has a weak foundation and has endured too little hardship. Are you planning to have the Blood Point now, or wait another two years?

"Do not forget the teachings of the Martial God. If you do not train your strength, you will be weak; if you do not run with your legs, they will rust.

"If you want to cultivate, you must be willing to endure hardships. Do you think the supreme Divine Power of the Martial God is something you can acquire by simply sitting at home and meditating?"

Most likely, it really is, Wu Wang thought.

The girl's parents hurriedly said, "Old sir, you are right in your teachings, but look, my child is to be promised to another family next year. If she could have the status of a Cultivator, she might marry into a good family. We don't expect her to achieve anything great..."

The old martial master became furious, "Rubbish! Is cultivation something for you to use to marry off your daughter, to climb the social ladder? Qiu Li! Throw them out!"

"Hey, old sir, old sir, please listen to me, I misspoke!"

The girl pleaded, "Teacher, please perform the Blood Point for me; they say it hurts the least when you do it!"

Wu Wang lightly shook his head. In his mind's eye appeared the image of a stubborn old man with an immortal's bearing and hollow cheeks.

It wasn't long before the girl and her parents were chased out by that middle-aged auntie. With her hands open, swirls of energy circled around her, and the girl's family was powerless to resist.

Auntie Qiu Li sighed, "All you think about is how to elevate your status, not how to be independent and strong. Even if you embark on the path of cultivation and marry into a wealthy family in a big city, how will you keep your husband?

"Listen to my advice. If you have a good aptitude, focus on cultivating. Once you climb higher and meet more men, only then will you realize how splendid your life can be.

"Go now, think it over carefully. Life is long; it's up to you to choose how to live it."

The middle-aged man beside her coldly shouted, "Get out!"

His shout was infused with a bit of Spiritual Power, making the girl's father's complexion turn pale as he quickly dragged his daughter away.

Wu Wang would later learn that this middle-aged man was named Dong Gao. Qiu Li and Dong Gao were a married pair of senior sister and junior brother.

In that moment, Dong Gao said sternly, "Anyone who doesn't come here for cultivation but seeks my master's Blood Point, beware of the consequences after entering these gates!

"Next!

"Do you really think my master lacks your Bay Coins? When my master performs the Blood Point, he uses the finest Spirit Beast's Heart Vessel Blood in order not to miss out on real talent. If you harbor such petty thoughts again... hmph!"

Luckily, there were no more such absurd incidents afterward.

Wu Wang waited quietly as the three boys and one girl in front of him entered one after another; there wasn't any Barrier here, and Wu Wang could hear the conversations inside the walls clearly.

Wu Wang also realized that the so-called Blood Point was, in fact, akin to "opening one's own acupoints."

Every time the old martial master made a move, dense Spiritual Energy would gather over a small portion of Spiritual Beast Blood.

When the old martial master's finger touched the Spiritual Beast Blood and drew the complex Talisman, that Spiritual Energy would seep into the youngster's body along with the old martial master's motions.

If he could open the two major acupoints on the youth's back, the Spiritual Energy could circulate within the youth's body on its own. A faint trace of Divine Power would also mix with the Spiritual Energy, beginning to unearth the potential of the youngster.

Wu Wang pondered deeply and nodded repeatedly.

Indeed, the training method devised by the Martial God was quite ingenious.

Moreover, it faintly seemed to be in line with The Ancient Emperor of the Suiren Clan's method of spiritual cultivation, with a fundamentally different core concept.

It had a bit of the flavor of the dispute between body cultivation and spiritual cultivation.

Among the four, one failed the Blood Point, and the disheartened youth walked out, his expression filled with disappointment, while his parents comforted him, their arms around his shoulders, speaking warm words like, "There's always inheriting your dad's eighteen shops if you can't cultivate."

A good family indeed.

"It's your turn, young man."

Qiu Li and Dong Gao, the couple, looked at Wu Wang together, their smiles as warm as they could muster.

They had also seen Uncle Shan hurriedly run back to fetch Bay Coins, currently worried about Wu Wang feeling awkward.

But they clearly misunderstood.

Far from feeling uncomfortable, Wu Wang, with proper etiquette, clasped his hands together and smiled, "Please wait a moment. My uncle went back to get the Bay Coins. We've just moved here, and preparations were somewhat inadequate."

Qiu Li praised, "Good temperament. What does your family do?"

"Hunters."

Qiu Li exclaimed, "Hunting can save up so many Bay Coins?"

No sooner had her words fallen than Dong Gao's gaze stopped her. Realizing her mistake, Qiu Li gave Wu Wang a somewhat apologetic smile.

Wu Wang said, "I usually make some trinkets, which I exchange for quite a few Bay Coins. I cherish this opportunity greatly."

"Quite good," Dong Gao smiled. "To have such a mature temperament at such a young age, you must have started fending for yourself early on. What's your name?"

The corners of Wu Wang's mouth twitched for a moment.

"My name is Little Bug. Aunt Qing gave it to me."

"Little, haha, hahaha!"

Qiu Li couldn't help but laugh out loud, Dong Gao's shoulders shaking alongside.

"Who ever heard of a man calling himself Little Bug," Dong Gao chuckled with narrowed eyes. "If anything, you should call yourself Great Jiaolong!"

"Tch!"

Qiu Li pushed Dong Gao slightly, "Don't corrupt the kid!"

The voice of the old martial master came from the courtyard, "Why haven't you come in yet?"

"Dad," called out Qiu Li, "a little fella's family didn't bring enough Bay Coins and has gone back to get them!"

The old martial master said slowly, "Just come in, it's not a big deal for a portion of Spiritual Beast Blood."

"Come on," Dong Gao grabbed Wu Wang by the arm, "let's go meet my dad and see if you can remain so calm."

Wu Wang blinked; his impression of the old martial master was exceptionally favorable.

Zhong Ling's way of doing things always suited his preferences; the master teacher selected for him seemed quite reliable.

Turning past the shadow wall, he saw the somewhat disorderly small courtyard.

A chair was placed in the center, with a desk beside it. A faint smell of blood lingered; some Jade Bottles were scattered by the desk, and a few stood upright beside.

An old gentleman was resting in the chair in front of the door.

The old gentleman was lean and large-framed; at that moment, he was wearing a soft short shirt and long pants, with simple cloth shoes on his feet.

Despite just sitting there, he exuded a sense of majesty.

Especially since this old gentleman contained pure Spiritual Power in his body, but this power could no longer stop the gradual decay of his vitality.

The old gentleman's surname was Qiu, and Dong Gao was both his disciple and his son-in-law.

Why would such a figure be hiding in this small town? Such thoughts couldn't help but surface in Wu Wang's mind.

Wu Wang sized up Old Qiu, and Old Qiu was also sizing up the youth in front of him. The old man's murky eyes suddenly brightened, and he perked up with vitality.

The old gentleman asked, "How old are you?"

"Twelve or thirteen."

"Why is it still uncertain?"

"I was picked up by Aunt Qing in the mountains," Wu Wang said. "When she took me home, Aunt Qing didn't know if I was one year old or only half a year old, so I am also not sure exactly how old I am."

The old master said, "Indeed, a man of ambition never asks about one's background. Sit here."

"May I wait for my uncle?"

Wu Wang said, "Although you and your two beloved disciples do not care about these things, for me, this is a rather important moment in my life. I, of course, do not want to have any regrets or feel like I owe anything."

"Hmm, all right."

The old master nodded with a smile, and asked, "Your name is Little Bug? That doesn't sound pleasant; when your uncle arrives, I'll give you a new name."

"Thank you, sir," Wu Wang smiled and said, "But that also requires you to have the qualifications to give me a name."

"Hey!" Dong Gao scolded with a laugh, "You're quite clever, kid. Is this your roundabout way of asking to be taken as a disciple?"

"Hahahaha! Haha!"

The old master stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his eyes filled with pleasure.

They really just waited for a while until Uncle Shan ran back, panting and respectfully offering two wooden cases.

"I do not require Bay Coins for the Blood Point of this child. I simply wish to see what kind of talent this child possesses."

Old Qiu waved his hand, and Dong Gao also refused Uncle Shan's wooden cases.

After pondering for a moment, Wu Wang gave a salutation to Old Qiu, calmly undid his clothes, and sat down on the chair.

Old Qiu raised his hand, drew forth a Jade Bottle, crushed it directly, and used his finger to draw out a strand of fresh blood that emitted a faint red light, forming a delicate brush tip at his fingertip.

The surrounding Spiritual Energy slowly converged. Old Qiu strode behind the youth, took a deep breath, his eyes shining with Divine Light, and his fingers raced like the wind!

After a short moment, a Talisman now adorned Wu Wang's back. The old master stepped back half a step, his face somewhat pale.

The old master murmured to himself, "How come it took so much Martial God Power?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Wang suddenly let out a muffled groan, large beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

It hurts this much? How did those young men and women earlier endure it?

The pain he felt when his body was almost exploding from absorbing too much Divine Power in the Western Wilderness was nothing compared to even one percent of the pain he felt at this moment!

This is hell! Are Martial Gods this brutal?

"Don't hold it in," the old master said with a trembling voice. "If it hurts, just scream!"

"I'm fine... Ah!"

HUM—

A shockwave suddenly burst forth from Wu Wang's spine, a burst of dazzling multicolored light surged out, and the nearby Spiritual Energy quickly shot towards Wu Wang.

The old master's face was full of shock, while Qiu Li and Dong Gao nearly popped their eyes out.

Dong Gao almost bit his tongue and said with a trembling voice, "This is a Supreme Treasure Body, the anomalous sign that only the three great Supreme Treasure Bodies possess!"

But that old master was already rushing in front of Wu Wang, suddenly removing his short shirt, draped it over Wu Wang's back, and with a swift press on Wu Wang's back, he directly dispersed the multicolored halo.

"Quick, check to see whether anyone around noticed!"

The old master hurriedly said, "If this child is discovered by those great figures, he would certainly be captured and doomed to become their offspring or servant!"

Qiu Li and Dong Gao leaped up and stood atop a wall and rooftops, looking around in all directions.

Meanwhile, Uncle Shan was completely stunned; at this moment, his usual understanding of social etiquette failed him, leaving him utterly at a loss.

Fortunately, Wu Wang said somewhat weakly, "Uncle, I'm fine, the old master is protecting me."

"Does it hurt?"

The old master bent down to look at Wu Wang, his eyes brimming with a smile, and whispered gently in Wu Wang's ear, "I have a Unique Skill. Seeing that you have astonishing bones and extraordinary talent, would you be interested in learning it?"

"Master!"

"Ah, not bad, very good."

Wu Wang whispered, "Give me a... a better name..."

Having said that, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from the pain.

A certain Martial God was likely unaware that the first tally in his account with the leader of the Heavenly Dao had just been marked.