This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 518 - 516: The Wind God’s Setback, The Courage of Qing Shan

This was destined not to be a fair contest.

With a sweep of her fair, slender hand, the Goddess of Liuli had cloaked Wu Wang in a soft glow of Divine Light, escorting him smoothly from the Immortal Island to land squarely in the center of the Sword Inquiry Pool.

Tens of thousands of beings looked on from all sides. Dozens of Divine Spirits faced each other from the north and south. Amongst the crowd mingled strong entities such as the Candle Dragon, Emperor Shun. Outside Heaven and Earth, another vastly powerful force awaited its descent from the sky.

For Wu Wang, the best solution today was to send these Divine Spirits away, buying Grandpa and the Martial God more time to establish a stable alliance of Outer Sky Divine Spirits. Of course, Wu Wang wasn't particularly fixated on 'perfection'. If something was unachievable, he'd resort to the next best option; if the Candle Dragon intervened today, there'd be no need for further discussion—it would be all-out war.

As these thoughts swirled in Wu Wang's mind, the Longsword in his hand was already unsheathed, spinning a circle of light as he looked up toward the Immortal Island to the south.

Martial Artist 'Qing Shan', at your service!

"Where is your Disciple?"

The Martial God's voice, filled with menace, rang out as the Goddess seemed somewhat unwilling to meet his gaze.

She spoke softly, "Please, Martial God, be patient. My disciples are nearby."

No sooner had the Goddess's words fallen than Yinyinhu, the God of the West Wind, signaled, and points of light appeared in the sky above, thousands of miles away. Over a thousand figures rushed in from all directions.

Among them, unexpectedly, were more than twenty lesser gods, several hundred high-ranking Divine Generals with deep, strong auras; even the remaining hundreds of Divine Generals were not mere fillers, their strength was quite impressive.

The faces of the Martial God and his subordinate gods darkened momentarily as the Divine Generals on the northern Immortal Island burst forth with their own imposing aura.

However, based solely on numbers, Yinyinhu's side had 'experts' two to three times the number of the Martial God's side.

Even with the advantage of terrain and the power of so many beings' prayers, the situation didn't look optimistic for the Martial God World.

The over a thousand newly arrived figures merely hovered outside the city, forming a faint encirclement, yet dared not truly enter the range of Sword God City.

Numerous high-ranking Divine Generals flew to the airspace above the Sword Inquiry Pool, one of whom—an imposing figure with a fierce gaze and a dark-red scar across his face—knelt on one knee before the Goddess.

The Divine General's voice was somewhat unnatural as he called out to the Goddess, "Teacher."

It was clear he'd just received the order to play the role of the Goddess's disciple.

Whether he was truly a disciple, or if the Goddess had teachings in spiritual cultivation, was impossible to verify.

"Very well," the Goddess nodded slightly and smiled. "You may go now. Engage in a contest with the disciple of the Martial God, and remember, to stop at contact. Do not harm him."

The Divine General looked up at the Divine Spirit before him, his gaze trembling slightly.

"Yes, Teacher. Your disciple obeys."

Some subordinate gods beside the Martial God clearly sensed the subtext in the Goddess's words. 'Do not harm' surely meant he must harm!

The Sword God looked at the Martial God and communicated a reminder, but the Martial God sat calmly, as if he already held the winning ticket.

Did he really spend the last two years just drinking and bragging with Qing Shan?

"Qing Shan!" the Martial God grunted. "Remember as well, to stop at contact. Don't kill him."

Then, his gaze sharp like a sword, he pierced the Divine General with his eyes.

The Divine General of the Human race looked away from the Martial God's penetrating look, the dark-red flesh around his scar trembling fiercely. He clenched his lips tightly, grasping a nine-foot-long scythe, and with head bowed, he looked at Wu Wang standing in the arena before leaping up and plummeting straight down, causing a loud CRASH as he landed.

Wu Wang casually tossed aside the Scabbard and grasped the Longsword with both hands, raising it above his forehead in a pose that was quite proper.

No excess words were spoken, and there were no pleasantries.

The Divine General saluted Wu Wang with his fists, his robust frame releasing a fierce killing aura.

Wu Wang's face remained serene, his eyes full of vigilance, without a trace of superfluous micro-expression at this moment.

The Candle Dragon, Emperor Shun, was watching him. In this fight, he could not lose, nor could he give Emperor Shun any reason to speculate. 'Relax, leave everything to the Martial Arts.'

As revealed by the Heavenly Dao, this Divine General's strength was equivalent to a Body Cultivator at the complete stage of the True Immortal Realm, having just been infused with Divine Power, but his body and Divine Power were yet to fully harmonize.

This must be a 'dead soldier.' Chosen by gods like Yinyinhu to be thrown out as fodder in a battle against this disciple of the Martial God, thereby sparking a conflict with the Martial God. Why would they act in such a way? Indeed, with so many Innate Gods outside, Emperor Shun and Candle Dragon wished to rope them in if possible. If they could force the Martial God to make the first move, Emperor Shun could take complete advantage. Such plotting was all too familiar.

Wu Wang's eyes flashed rapidly, already pinpointing several vital points on the Divine General's body, as streams of qi began to swirl around him.

Martial Soul Realm, Ninth Grade.

Frankly, being just at the Ninth Grade of the Martial Soul Realm meant one had barely set half a foot into the Martial Spirit Realm.

The expressions of the Innate Gods on the Martial God's side changed... filled with concern.

All Divine Generals capable of becoming Divine Spirits possess Divine Protection on their bodies. Even though this Divine General did not practice Martial Arts, the strength he exhibited at this moment was comparable to a powerful being in the Martial Emperor Realm.

A Martial Soul facing off against a Martial Emperor?

"AH!" the Divine General suddenly let out a loud yell, his eyes incredibly cold as he rushed forward like lightning, swinging the sickle in his hand towards Wu Wang's neck.

He aimed for a one-hit kill, to end this utterly imbalanced confrontation, and then… be blasted into smithereens by a palm strike from the Martial God.

Above the Immortal Island, Jin Wei's little face instantly turned pale.

She had already sensed that her older brother's strength was not on the same level as the aura displayed by the opponent.

There shouldn't have been any suspense, nor should there have been any.

At that very moment!

A slight smile traced the lips of the Martial God.

Wu Wang's figure suddenly moved, his toes lightly touching the ground as his body swayed gently to the left like a falling leaf.

The enemy Divine General charged fiercely. Despite his speed, he was nowhere near touching the Dao of Heaven and Earth, yet he still stirred up a violent wind.

Wu Wang's figure, like a leaf caught in the strong wind, was blown away, shaking and wobbling mid-air, creating a distance of about thirty feet.

The Divine General's eyes bulged in shock, but his reactions were lightning fast, clearly having fought his way through life-and-death battles.

With a horizontal slash of his sickle, the Divine General abruptly turned and aimed a chop at Wu Wang's head.

In that split second, Wu Wang's figure seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, continuing to float away.

The more anxious the Divine General got, the faster Wu Wang retreated.

Like the startled feathers of a swan;

Like a swan's feather drifting with the wind.

The Martial God World audience, who had been on tenterhooks, now erupted in tsunami-like shouts of encouragement.

The expressions on the faces of Yinyinhu and other gods, however, turned somewhat unsightly.

They all lost face, sending a Divine General to bully a being who had barely cultivated for ten years, and they still couldn't take him down?

The Divine General furrowed his brow tightly, the sickle in his hand suddenly released, black lights of Divine Power lashing out towards Wu Wang's head.

Only now realizing it?

A slight smile appeared on Wu Wang's lips, his left hand behind his back, his Longsword gleaming with limpid shades of water, its blade emitting waves of pure Divine Power.

The onrushing black lights had not even begun to surge before they were doused by boundless watery hues.

Wu Wang casually flicked his Longsword, seemingly effortlessly, yet he sent several tens of strands of Divine Power radiating out, surging towards the Divine General.

The Divine General tried to resist, but his face, hands, and neck immediately displayed several cuts.

There's something wrong with that sword!

Above the immortal island to the north, the Martial God laughed heartily, clapping continuously, his eyes filled with delight.

In the arena, Wu Wang moved unpredictably. Although not incredibly fast, the most remarkable aspect was his calmness and composure.

The Divine General's body was covered with dozens of cuts from the flashes of Divine Light on the Treasure Sword, each wound shallow. The young being relied solely on the sharpness of the Treasure Sword.

But, the Divine General didn't dare to linger.

He had acutely sensed the eyes behind him that seemed almost ready to devour him.

The Divine General hastily retreated, then charged directly up into the air, summoning a black orb beneath his left palm.

Overwhelming power crushes all techniques!

Wu Wang inwardly praised. This Divine General's experience was indeed profound.

However, it was unfortunate that his sparring partner for the past two years was the second strongest being from the Outer Sky world, the Martial God!

Wu Wang steadied himself, his Longsword sending waves across the water, the ripples of the Sword Inquiry Pool shimmering and the pure Divine Power drawing the silhouette of a rising serpent.

In the air, the black orb, now amassing a massive amount of Divine Power, was being hurled down by the Divine General.

The orb turned into a soaring hawk, folding its wings, and collided head-on with the ascending serpent, creating rolling shockwaves!

VRMMMM—

Divine Power surged, and the stands around the Sword Inquiry Pool were blown about chaotically, causing a commotion everywhere; but still, eyes continued to search and probe throughout the arena.

People first observed the hovering Divine General in the sky, his face aloof, his eyes fierce, staring fixedly at the dust-swirling ground below.

But he no longer had the desire to make another move.

As the dust gradually settled below, the phantom of a silver dragon rested at the center of the untouched arena, its head eyeing the airborne adversary.

Wu Wang stood beneath the phantom of this silver dragon, clad in gleaming silver armor, head slightly raised, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

The youthful pride, commanding and bold.

Even then, Wu Wang allowed a touch of faint mockery to show in his eyes.

If the opponent had no shame in sending a Divine General to deal with a mere young martial artist, then what was wrong with him using a few Divine Artifacts given by his teacher, filled with the teacher's Divine Power? No problem. A frail Martial Soul facing a pinnacle Martial Emperor with Divine Power infused in him—was there anything wrong with his Divine Artifacts containing his teacher's Divine Power? No problem at all. It was nothing but the opponent's lack of preparation and underestimation of the Martial God's resources, as well as the Martial God's regard for him.

At this moment, it was the crucial time for Wu Wang to turn the tide of today's situation.

"Nice to meet you," Wu Wang clasped his fists and said loudly.

"My teacher said we should stop at contact. I need to go and report back to my teacher, and you should report back to yours as well.

I hadn't expected that in this world, not only my teacher's martial arts could allow living beings to cultivate, your power has also earned my utmost admiration."

After speaking, his Longsword in hand flourished, and his figure was enveloped by a Divine Power, pulling him back to the Immortal Island where the Martial God resided.

"Wait!" Yinyinhu suddenly spoke up, his expression extremely cold, yet he didn't even glance at Wu Wang.

But the Martial God didn't bother with him and first dragged Wu Wang back.

The Martial God laughed and said, "What, wasn't that enough for you?"

The Wind God Yinyinhu frowned and said, "Is this what you call a martial arts exchange? The Martial God gives his disciple so many Divine Artifacts; aren't you afraid he'll attract malicious intent from others?"

"You don't need to worry about that," the Martial God signaled Wu Wang to take his seat and said leisurely. "My disciple is always by my side, exchanging martial techniques with me every day; it's endlessly enjoyable.

"This is a martial arts prodigy that has emerged in the Martial God World after long ages. He has been under my tutelage since his youth.

"Let alone your dispatched Divine General, even if you entered the fray personally and used strength of the same realm, tsk, I'm afraid you would also struggle to deal with him."

Wu Wang: ...

What if Yinyinhu agreed to go along with what was said? When it comes to having no bottom line, he's definitely a master at it! And in the corner, there was a compound entity of Emperor Shun and Candle Dragon!

Fortunately, even the mighty Wind God of the Great Wilderness still had some shame.

Yinyinhu snorted coldly and glanced at the Divine General whose complexion was downcast as he flew back. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The Goddess beside could not stand it and wanted to slap the Divine General to death, but was stopped by a look from Yinyinhu.

It wouldn't be too late to deal with this trash later.

Yinyinhu watched the Martial God, his thoughts racing, continuing to ponder the orders of Emperor Candle Dragon.

According to their plan, if everything went smoothly today, they would take the Martial God into custody on charges of treason, using the living beings of the Martial God World as leverage to bring him back for 'interrogation'. To avoid provoking resistance from other Innate Gods; to be precise, to not increase the other Innate Gods' fear of Emperor Candle Dragon so much that they turn rebellious, they had to exercise strategy and finesse. ["Accidentally killing the Martial God's disciple during a friendly sparring session, leading the Martial God to go berserk and attack us gods first, and ideally provoke the Martial God into uttering insults against Emperor Candle Dragon—once that's achieved, this trap would be set."]

Many Innate Gods don't have such convoluted thoughts; since ancient times, a considerable portion of them 'stick to their principles'.

But now, things had developed in a way that Yinyinhu had never considered.

The Martial God's disciple had actually survived the sparring session.

And had beaten their dispatched Divine General without breaking a sweat.

Their group seemed to have become a laughingstock...

"Martial God?" some Innate Gods whispered a reminder, signaling that it was time for Yinyinhu to make a decision.

"Hmph!" Yinyinhu's eyes flashed with ferocity, ready to complete Emperor Candle Dragon's order at all costs.

"Martial God," Yinyinhu said, "Let's lay it all out on the table."

"Fine by me," the Martial God said with a smile. "If you want to make a move, come at me; we have known each other for many years and are well aware of each other's capabilities. What do you wish to do today?"

"Please come with us, Martial God!" Yinyinhu stepped forward, his presence bringing a rolling pressure, while outside the city, the thousands of 'experts' securing the area revealed their own pressures in unison.

The Martial God merely laughed contemptuously and slowly stood up from his seat, saying indifferently, "If you want to invite me, just invite me. As the esteemed Martial God, wouldn't that be undignified?"

Yinyinhu said, "Could it be that the Martial God prefers us to start a war right here in the Sword Domain?"

The Martial God furrowed his brows, appearing somewhat hesitant.

The elderly voice of the Sword God spread throughout the city:

"My Sword Domain is founded on the spirit of the sword, the sword as a gentleman, as a king, as a weapon; yet we never submit to evil or malevolent gods.

"Today, my Sword Domain would rather be shattered jade than intact tile.

"Where are the martial artists?"

The voice was not loud, but it carried an inexplicable power that pierced the soul.

Around the Sword Inquiry Pool, divine lights flashed on various buildings as figures emerged, some directly ascending into the air, others standing on high ground with hands behind their backs.

All were white-haired old men;

All were martial artists from the Martial God World.

There were as many as five to six hundred of them, with realms that could rival Divine Generals beyond those minor gods outside the city.

This was the foundation of the Martial God World!

Yinyinhu remained unmoved, and said coldly, "Martial God, have you thought this through?"

The Martial God's expression was tranquil, seemingly pondering something, as the entire place gradually quieted, with breaths drawn but not released.

If the Martial God's next words were to declare war, this place would erupt into the largest gods' chaotic battle ever since the Outer Sky world was formed, involving dozens of Divine Spirits.

This was the Outer Sky, not the Great Wilderness; dozens of Divine Spirits already constituted a significant proportion.

Outside the Heaven and Earth Seal, over a dozen strong gods of the Heavenly Dao waited silently, having observed the situation here through the Heavenly Dao, albeit somewhat vaguely. They knew that the Martial God's next decision would determine the direction of the Outer Sky's situation...

War or peace?

"Since..." the Martial God spoke slowly, his eyes reflecting a hint of resignation.

Wu Wang guessed the Martial God's decision; it was nothing but him accompanying them and then seizing the opportunity to seek a decisive battle with the Candle Dragon. This naive god was completely outplayed by Emperor Shun at every turn.

"Teacher?" Wu Wang suddenly spoke up, saying with a smile, "Disciple has a question."

"Oh?" The Martial God looked at Wu Wang, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile. "Just say it, speak your mind directly if you have any thoughts."

Wu Wang asked, "Teacher, where is this place?"

The Martial God replied, "This is, of course, my Martial God World."

"Since this is the Martial God World of Teacher," Wu Wang stood up, directly pointing at Yinyinhu, with the corners of his eyebrows arching as if they had wings.

He proclaimed loudly, "Then why does this Lord Wind God, despite being weaker than you, Teacher, act so arrogantly here and try to make things difficult for you? Is he not afraid of being killed by you, Teacher?"

Yinyinhu's gaze was like lightning.

The martial artist 'Qing Shan' suddenly turned pale, but his eyes were filled with 'defiance,' as he stepped forward before the gods of the Martial God World, looking up at the opposing immortal island.

"Bold Wind God, using the countless lives of the Martial God World to coerce, you wish to make Teacher surrender hands bound. After Teacher is taken away, would the Wind God not consider exterminating the roots to avoid future trouble, leaving Teacher with no support behind?"

The Martial God nodded slightly, his gaze becoming incrementally sharper.

Wu Wang huffed again and proclaimed loudly:

"If the Martial God World were without Teacher's protection, it would be nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter, and if Teacher were to leave the Martial God World easily, that would truly be abandoning the numerous martial artists who follow you!

"Only with Teacher here, even if our situation is tougher, even if there will be casualties among us, at least we still have a way to survive, a path forward!

"Our descendants won't have to suffer like the subjects of these wicked gods, to be bullied at will!

"To live in such a hell on earth!"

Immediately realizing the flaws in his own words, Wu Wang passionately said:

"You've taken me through many divine realms, witnessed so many situations, do you still not understand where is the kindest divine realm to living beings in this world?

"It's right beneath our feet, Teacher!"

The Martial God nodded firmly, looking at Yinyinhu with a resolute gaze.

Sword God and other subordinate gods of the Martial God cast warm smiles at Wu Wang.

Although if Wu Wang had not stood up, they would have reminded the Martial God. They knew all too well the Martial God's stubborn nature. What they did not expect was that the words of the Martial God's disciple could be so effective.

The Martial God firmly decided to continue the fight, ready to engage in a bloody battle with these unwelcome guests.

Wu Wang said, "Teacher, if they dare to fight today, we should accept the challenge! Even if there are casualties, even if this city falls, we can still protect thousands upon thousands of cities in the Martial God World! This is the reasoning the Water God pointed out to me!"

—That last comment from the Lord Heavenly Emperor was purely an act of shirking responsibility.

"Yinyinhu!" The Martial God flew into a rage, ripping off his armor in one swift motion. His ferocious energy dispelled the clouds, and his long hair stood on end, whipping around fiercely.

"You want a fight, I'll give you a fight!"

Yinyinhu was almost driven mad with anger, casting a venomous glance at Wu Wang, yet retreat was already in his eyes. He was no match for this man.

Suddenly, Wu Wang murmured, "Teacher, didn't you say your big brother left you some sort of formation..."

Yinyinhu trembled slightly. Without waiting for the Martial God to react, he immediately spoke up:

"Martial God, wait for this! We're leaving!"

"Eh?" The Martial God's eyes went wide, desperately suppressing the wild fighting spirit within him, as question marks appeared on his forehead.

They're leaving already?

Wu Wang, seeing this, quietly hid behind the Goddess of Liuli.

The figure of Emperor Shun · Candle Dragon had long since vanished, leaving when Wu Wang convinced the Martial God.