This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 495 - 493 Danger - Ming Qing - Danger

"Where have you run off to! This place is so dangerous, how can you just run around recklessly! What would I do if something really happened to you? How could I explain it to, to your family!"

In the woods, at the edge of the battlefield Wu Wang himself had crafted.

Chun Luan glared at the young 'guard' standing before her, her almond eyes slightly reddened.

Her hands on her hips and the unmistakable concern she couldn't hide made her look quite like a Senior Sister.

Around them, many Soldiers looked on.

Two Generals stood in the distance, watching this scene. The middle-aged General with a fair complexion looked at the guard in front of Qingluan with a hint of vigilance.

His name was Meng Xianglin.

It was well known that he had harbored unrequited love for Chun Luan for many years and had never spoken up. That was why he had also never been rejected.

Suddenly, Meng Xianglin was bumped on the shoulder by the person beside him.

"Hmm?"

"Old Meng, feeling upset?"

"Humph, would I be upset over a guard?"

"Tsk, tsk. When has Chun Luan ever shown such concern for a man? Is this really just a personal guard? Don't forget, Chun Luan said before that he is that sage."

"A sage, tsk. Isn't that the very person we Martial Artists admire the most?"

"Get lost!"

Meng Xianglin turned his head and glared at the speaker, then looked back towards Chun Luan, his expression growing more worried.

He quickly made up his mind, strolled over with his hands behind his back, and when he was about ten yards away, he coughed a few times.

"Ah, Chun Luan..."

"Can't you see I'm scolding someone!"

Chun Luan replied irritably, twisting her head. Upon seeing a familiar face from the army, she reluctantly suppressed her anger and said, "What is it? Is there something going on?"

"Ah, no, nothing's going on. Everyone has already searched once, and the Dragon Valley area is secure."

Meng Xianglin smiled and said, "So this is the sage you mentioned before?"

Wu Wang looked up, and although his face was covered with a mask, his eyes accurately conveyed his goodwill.

Chun Luan said, "Yes, just now he acted on his own to investigate the hideout of those thieves. I was explaining the military rules to him."

Meng Xianglin smiled and said, "Since it's like this, I won't bother you any further. Continue your reprimand." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

After saying this, he gave a graceful smile, cupped his hands towards Wu Wang, and walked away, heading deeper into the woods.

This guy has feelings for my Senior Sister? He came over to check me out? Literally just taking a stroll.

"Senior Sister, who was that?"

"A highly respected General. What do you care?"

Chun Luan snorted, "I'll let you off this time, but if you run off again without informing anyone, watch out for me!"

She was also furious and reached out to grab Wu Wang's arm, giving it a harsh twist.

Wu Wang grimaced in pain, looking pitifully at his Senior Sister.

"Return to the ranks!"

Chun Luan waved her delicate hand and stalked off, her swinging ponytail nearly whipped Wu Wang in the face.

A fierce Senior Sister is quite scary.

Wu Wang rubbed his arm and dutifully followed her.

Life sure is strange.

One moment he was thinking about how to increase his favorability with the Martial God, and the next, his Senior Sister was twisting his arm fiercely.

That was certainly something else.

The battle at Dragon Valley, with an unknown expert eliminating the invaders, was bound to stir some waves in the Luili Realm soon.

Controlling public opinion was the specialty of Emperor Shun from the Old Heaven Palace.

Wu Wang didn't know if the Shrine Institute could react in time, or if the Liuli God would order such news suppressed. For now, it had little to do with him.

The several hundred soldiers and Generals who had come from the border had taken up positions at the critical points of Dragon Valley.

A few Generals sent people to reconnect with the convoy escorting the Envoy. They informed them that strong enemies were no longer present in Dragon Valley and that they could pass through on their own. The plan was to later join up and escort the Envoy to the border camp.

The dozens of Celestial Fox Tribe corpses were cremated. Their ashes were carefully collected, packed, and sent back to the Celestial Fox Tribe's lands.

Wu Wang found a quiet corner and sat on a large rock, quietly regulating his breath and reflecting on the recent battle.

Though it was a one-sided slaughter after he activated his cheats, Wu Wang still encountered considerable trouble when facing the desperate final attacks of those doomed men.

He was carefully summarizing and reconsidering his actions. He wanted to ensure that the next time he activated his cheats—cough—the next time he faced such a do-or-die battle, he wouldn't make the same mistakes.

This thumb ring.

Wu Wang's Divine Thought probed into it, and he sighed softly in his heart.

He actually didn't like getting too close to the Innate Gods of the Outer Sky. An alliance was an alliance; private relations were another story – the former was just a matter of interest, the latter was much more complicated.

But...

The Martial God had given him too much.

Besides the Flying Cloud Set in the thumb ring, there were also several divine-grade Martial Techniques emitting golden light. A corner was piled high with Spiritual Medicines that were greatly beneficial to Martial Artists.

Wu Wang searched carefully. Within those Spiritual Medicines, he found a palm-sized Token. On it was written a flamboyant 'Wu' character that contained an extremely strong Dao essence.

A life-saving Token?

Did the Martial God truly regard him as a Disciple?

Wu Wang sighed softly in his heart. He could only comfort himself that the Martial God was Suiren's younger brother. By seniority, the Martial God was indeed his elder.

So be it. Let him do as he pleases.

At most, I just won't acknowledge later that Qing Shan is Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

RUMBLE—

The ground trembled softly. On the hillsides flanking Dragon Valley, many figures appeared, all looking towards the source of the tremors.

The thousand-strong convoy escorting the carriages arrived swiftly. They skillfully began to occupy the terrain on both sides and smoothly met up with the border soldiers.

The two groups converged. The bulk of the column rushed out of Dragon Valley, continuing to forge ahead.

Wu Wang, remaining calm, watched a young Martial Emperor Realm General approach with a carefree swagger.

It was General Meng Xianglin.

"Ahem!"

Wu Wang pretended he hadn't noticed General Meng's presence earlier. He looked up, then quickly stood and saluted the General with cupped hands.

"Greetings, General."

"Hm," Meng Xianglin said as he approached Wu Wang. He offered a gentle smile, his gaze also very tender. "What's your name?"

"Lan Hai."

"Lan Hai, not bad. Have you ever seen the ocean?"

General Meng Xianglin chatted familiarly, and Wu Wang smiled as he responded. After all, his face was covered, and few people here had seen him, so he didn't need to worry about being recognized.

Is this General trying to fish for information?

Sure enough, after beating around the bush for several sentences, General Meng Xianglin finally asked, "Are you a friend of General Chun Luan?"

"Sort of."

Wu Wang answered with a smile. "She is indeed a bit more special to me than a friend."

A bit more special than a friend?

Meng Xianglin's frown was obvious, but he soon resumed his former gentleness.

Then came a few more roundabout questions; he nearly asked Wu Wang what he had eaten for his last meal.

This guy sure has a lot of feints.

Meng Xianglin then asked, "How long have you known Chun Luan?"

"A few years."

"Oh, a few years, huh? No wonder I've never heard her mention you."

Meng Xianglin suddenly stood tall and proud, seemingly triumphant on this point, his expression growing smug. He said slowly,

"I have known her for forty-two years, six months, and nine days."

What an easy-to-understand warrior.

"Is that so? I envy you for getting to know her so early," Wu Wang praised. "By the way, General, you seem to care a lot about her. Are you perhaps..."

"Ah, ha!"

Meng Xianglin interjected calmly, "What realm has your cultivation reached?"

"Merely the fourth grade of Martial Soul. Nothing worth mentioning."

Wu Wang chuckled inwardly. Just as he saw his Senior Sister hurrying over, he reminded him, "She seems to be coming over."

"Really? Well then, you continue with your tasks. This General will continue patrolling the surroundings."

Meng Xianglin didn't look back and quickly departed.

Chun Luan approached, somewhat confused, and asked, "What's wrong? Did he see through your identity?"

"No," Wu Wang shrugged. "An interesting General. He just came to remind me that he's known you for over forty years."

"Why would he remind you of that?"

Chun Luan, thoroughly confused, casually unhooked the waterskin from her waist and tossed it into Wu Wang's arms.

"Although a Martial Artist can go days without food or drink, it's uncomfortable to go without water for too long. Replenish yourself. Once the convoy passes through here, we'll follow behind it and hurry back to the border."

"Alright."

Wu Wang smiled as he took the waterskin from his Senior Sister, tilting his head back to pour several mouthfuls of clear water down his throat.

Meng Xianglin, witnessing this scene from a distance, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly.

That was a waterskin! Although this kid is quite particular when drinking, careful not to let his lips touch the mouth of the waterskin, that waterskin might have been used by Chun Luan! This...!

"General, what's wrong?" a loyal guard stepped forward to inquire. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm thirsty! Get me some water!"

"Yes!"

About an hour later, hundreds of riders escorting three identical, ornate carriages sprinted from the main road.

Wu Wang chuckled softly. The carriages were empty, and he, the actual target, had just participated in a battle to protect these empty carriages…

Hmm?

A thought flickered in Wu Wang's mind, and he suddenly sensed a flicker of Spirit Light.

Something was off. I seem to have neglected something. So many things have happened recently, scattering my attention and causing me to overlook some crucial information. What was it?

Wu Wang stared at the procession and closed his eyes. In an instant, his Spiritual Mind connected with the Heavenly Dao, countless streams of Liu Guang flashing through his mind.

I found it! The overlooked detail was… the Celestial Fox Tribe corpses!

"Senior Sister!"

Wu Wang stood up abruptly. Ignoring everyone else around him, he shouted directly, "Quick! Have the carriages stop! All Martial Artists, use your energy to blast open the valley's mountainsides and the main road!"

"What?"

Chun Luan was somewhat confused.

Wu Wang said, "Act quickly! I suspect there are other Martial Emperor Realm experts hidden. The previous group of invaders wasn't all of them!"

Chun Luan peered into Wu Wang's eyes, then quickly turned and let out a long whistle, blowing her Bone Whistle.

The three carriages barely managed to stop just before entering the valley area.

The large troop that had just rushed through this area changed formation, their rear becoming their van, and charged at full speed towards the valley.

The valley was silent, the ground flat and the vegetation intact.

But as the Martial Artists from the Luili Realm began to bombard various parts of the valley, the atmosphere within grew increasingly tense.

Suddenly, as a Martial Artist's energy blast struck the very center of a segment of the road, a cloud of dust erupted, and in that instant, a jet of blood shot out!

"Attack!"

Shouts erupted. What had seemed to be flat ground was flipped open by leaping figures, and waves of powerful energy soared into the sky.

These figures roared, disregarding their surroundings, their eyes bloodshot as they charged towards the carriages at the entrance of the valley.

They had the pointed ears characteristic of a fox tribe, and fox tails swayed behind them.

They looked just like experts from the Celestial Fox Tribe.

"Protect the Envoy!"

"You really called it!"

Chun Luan turned and playfully punched Wu Wang in the shoulder, careful not to use too much force.

"Stay here! Leave these experts to us!"

"Alright, okay," Wu Wang obediently agreed.

I cherish this incarnation of mine very much now. After all... if this incarnation is destroyed, I'll become the second Yun Zhongjun, subject to Zhong's bizarre whims... Ah, being alive is what's most important.

A bloody battle ensued.

Although only a few hundred Martial Artists were involved in the clash, it was insignificant compared to many of the larger-scale battles Wu Wang had experienced.

Even the combat between those ten-plus Martial Emperor Realm Martial Artists was merely comparable to ten-odd True Immortals or Yuanxian of Body Cultivation hacking at each other.

Yet, this battle still moved Wu Wang.

He didn't quite understand why these warriors from the Ming Qing Realm were so desperate, willing to pay any price, just to destroy those three carriages.

Do I have a grudge against the Ming Qing Realm?

Wu Wang pondered this deeply. He could only conclude that these attackers who came to ambush the convoy must have been driven by some powerful force.

This driving force could stem from belief or from fear.

The Ming Qing God and the Liuli God were both subordinates of the Martial God. Why would the former target the Luili Divine Realm so specifically?

This doubt surfaced in Wu Wang's mind, and he began to ponder how he might quickly find the answer to this question.

The battle unfolded around the three carriages. Our experts were fully committed to their protection, while the group of desperate Martial Artists exhausted all their efforts to break through. Initially, blows were traded, and our side suffered heavy casualties.

But soon, as Martial Artists from all sides completed the encirclement, the invaders quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.

"Kill the Envoy!"

Someone shouted this, even resorting to techniques that burned their own life essence, just to charge towards those three carriages.

Wu Wang kept signaling to his Senior Sister Chun Luan. She blew the Bone Whistle to relay messages, guiding our Martial Artists to prioritize self-preservation and trapping the enemy, thereby avoiding a direct, deadly confrontation.

Finally, when two-thirds of the assassins lying in ambush had fallen, they had managed to break through the first two carriages.

The carriages were empty, containing only some simple luggage.

The third carriage seemed to have become their hope at that moment, but that hope was so elusive.

They had already realized.

They realized that under normal circumstances, if the Envoy Qing Shan were really hidden in the third carriage, he would have been escorted away to escape long ago given the situation. Why would he have waited for them to approach?

But they still charged forward, depleting their Spiritual Power and stamina. Facing the glint of blades and swords, ignoring the energy blasts raining down like droplets, they fought their way to the third carriage.

A Martial Emperor Realm Martial Artist exerted his full force. The carriage instantly exploded, disintegrating into a pile of debris in mid-air. The ferocious beasts pulling it were also flung into the sky, screaming as they plummeted to the ground.

It too was empty.

The eyes of the few remaining Martial Artists filled with despair.

Blades surged towards them from all around. Most of them gave up struggling, standing motionless like puppets.

"Hold your attack!"

Chun Luan's crisp voice came from the side. "I have a few questions for them."

The soldiers from the border naturally halted, but the Martial Artists directly under the Shrine Institute didn't pause their actions in the slightest.

Of those dozen or so, more than half fell in an instant.

"Let them live a little longer,"

Wu Wang's voice rang out. A General who had escorted the three empty carriages all the way from Liuli City paused, then immediately cried out, "Cease fire! Form ranks!"

SWISH! SWISH!

Hundreds of Martial Artists ceased their offensive in unison, retreating several yards. They stared intently at the enemy's last few Martial Artists—who were also their strongest.

Wu Wang removed his face covering, tucked his helmet under his arm, and walked past his Senior Sister Chun Luan.

The soldiers who had rushed from the border were noticeably startled.

And the Martial Artists from Liuli City were already shouting in unison,

"Greetings, Lord Envoy!"

"Mm, please rise," Wu Wang said kindly, gesturing with his hand.

Meng Xianglin stared wide-eyed at Wu Wang. As Wu Wang passed by, he gave a slight wink, causing the man's face to turn red. Meng Xianglin began to search for a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Wu Wang intended to move forward but was stopped by several Martial Emperor Realm Martial Artists.

"Lord Envoy, although they are seriously injured…"

"Yes, I'll stay here. Thank you for your trouble,"

Wu Wang cupped his hands. His gaze then landed on the faces of the few invaders.

At first, they showed a flash of realization, followed by a couple of bitter laughs, as their expressions gradually returned to calm.

"You want to kill me?" Wu Wang asked.

The men remained silent.

"I want to know why."

Wu Wang continued, a look of bafflement on his face.

"Your identities have been revealed, and we know where you came from."

"I have reliable intelligence regarding all your planned actions. Otherwise, why do you think border soldiers came here in advance as reinforcements? And how would we have known the strategy you employed this time?"

"Using the characteristics of the Celestial Fox Tribe to impersonate them... isn't that a bit too cruel?"

A gray-haired elder spoke in a low voice, "We are only doing what we must."

"You've won, young man. Put away your feigned pity. If you're going to act, then do it."

"I want to know one thing," Wu Wang said. "Did you come here voluntarily, driven by some belief, or were you forced, compelled to throw your lives away?"

Their expressions darkened simultaneously, but they remained silent.

Seeing this, Wu Wang had his answer. He lifted his hand, then let it fall. Immediately, a burst of rapid whistling sounds filled the air from the side as Weapons, arrows, and energy blasts erupted simultaneously.

This Ming Qing God is completely unhinged.

Wu Wang snorted inwardly. He walked toward the mounted troops of the convoy, took off his armor, and donned the robe handed to him by a General. Then, he mounted a pure-colored Guan Shu.

"To the border."