This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 465 - 463 ’You’ve Got Yours Too!

Amidst the Heavenly Dao.

Wu Wang sat quietly on the stone chair, its back towering several meters high. He propped his chin with a hand, his eyes occasionally flashing with brightness.

Here, all was tranquil, yet Wu Wang could, through the Heavenly Dao, hear the voices of all creatures.

With the Heavenly Dao in my palm, I sit high in the nine heavens; one glance spans eons as ages pass. I know not the earth's thickness nor the sky's height, but I have comprehended the Supreme Dao! The Strong Gods of every divine era, this is where the Eastern Emperor Taiyi…

"Get up and eat! You might as well sleep till nightfall!"

He faintly heard a 'gentle' call by his ear.

She's about to wake up in the Outer Sky.

Wu Wang pursed his lips, shook his head, and closed his eyes amidst the Heavenly Dao.

He habitually checked the situation in the Celestial Court. Ling Xiaolan was cultivating in the Immortal Light, seeking Enlightenment, and the Young Master was presiding over a morning meeting in the Hall of Life and Growth. A tender smile touched the corners of his mouth.

He missed them. But for a longer future reunion, I have to strive to become stronger, to hone my own will, to tread a complete path of ascension, and to achieve my transcendence sooner. To transcend, my current accumulation is far from sufficient, especially in terms of my spiritual mindset. As the Heavenly Emperor, I must hold the belief to protect all beings; I absolutely must!

THWACK!

Wu Wang shivered and departed the "Realm of Heavenly Dao." Opening his eyes, he saw Aunt Qing's fair and smiling face.

He, the mighty Heavenly Emperor, had actually been slapped on the butt! If word of this were to spread back to the Celestial Court, the Heavenly Emperor's dignity... well, it wouldn't really be affected.

"Still sleeping! The sun's almost lighting up your butt! Get up quickly and come eat!"

"All right, I'm getting up."

Wu Wang responded obediently, yawning deeply and rubbing the corners of his eyes. His whole body was quickly waking up, vitality already returning.

Up!

The youth leaped up, pulling aside the somewhat coarse 'curtains.' He adeptly untied his 'sleeping robe,' put on long pants and a short cloth shirt, wrapped a soft cloth belt twice around his waist, and simply tied back his shoulder-length hair.

Though the cloth clothing had patches on the shoulders, it did not affect the youth's handsomeness in the least.

His features were roughly fifty percent similar to his original appearance; this was actually the influence of his Divine Soul as his face was gradually being restored.

But later, I plan to intentionally gain some weight to prevent my identity from being exposed over such a trivial matter as my appearance.

Aunt Qing didn't seem likely to go up the mountain today.

This auntie, who had the blood of Qingqiu, had put on a loose cloth skirt today. While her legs were no longer slender due to their musculature, and her arms had grown somewhat muscular from drawing a bow and carrying heavy objects, she still had a very gentle demeanor overall.

"Is your leg okay?" As Wu Wang ate from his bowl, he asked softly between mouthfuls.

"What could be wrong with it?" Aunt Qing laughed. "I just tripped on my way home; it was nothing serious to begin with."

"I'll go outside the village and look for some small animals."

Wu Wang looked up straight at Aunt Qing, muttering softly, "I won't go deep into the mountains, just wander in the small woods outside the village. You've seen my crossbow; it doesn't require any effort from me. I can shoot an arrow that can pierce a door panel within ten paces."

"What's wrong?" Aunt Qing showed a slight smile on her slightly round face. "Do you think I'm not up to it? Or that I haven't brought you enough meat?"

Wu Wang said, "No, it's just that I'm already this big. I can't always eat and drink for free. Aren't the other kids my age already going out hunting?"

"They are them, and you are you. Your body was so frail before, and your mind wasn't sharp. It's only been a few years since you recovered, right?"

Aunt Qing's face turned stern, and she said somewhat domineeringly, "When I say no, it means no. Eat your meal, and then go practice your boxing with Uncle Shan."

"His few moves? I learned them all long ago!"

Wu Wang set aside his bowl and chopsticks and jumped to the side, saying with a smile, "Auntie, look, I'll perform it for you in reverse!"

"You can do it backwards?"

"Easy!"

While speaking, Wu Wang adopted a horse stance, his movements somewhat peculiar as he playfully boxed with small fists, making Aunt Qing laugh so hard while holding her bowl that rice grains almost reached the tip of her nose.

After finishing breakfast, Wu Wang took off like a shot and disappeared without a trace.

Aunt Qing moved a wooden chair, sat in the cool shade in front of the wooden house, cradling a basket of needlework, and began to work on a new pair of trousers.

In the distance, Uncle Shan, carrying a bundle of thick firewood, walked to an open space not too far away. He slowly unbuttoned his short shirt, revealing his bronzed upper body, his strong muscles marked by several beast claw scars, and lifted the wood-chopping axe.

Aunt Qing, looking down, chuckled softly and continued sewing the fabric in her hands, muttering under her breath about precocious children.

At Uncle Shan's home, Wu Wang peeked in, focusing on Uncle Shan's back, noting his bodybuilder's physique. Strange, he thought. Does Aunt Qing prefer delicate scholars? Maybe I should teach Uncle Shan to recite poems and compose prose?

Scratching his head, Wu Wang munched on a skewer of fragrant grilled mushrooms. How can I catch a wild rabbit bare-handed to get some nourishment for Aunt Qing? he contemplated.

HAHAHA!

Laughter erupted from the direction of their home.

Wu Wang secretly glanced over, watching Aunt Qing laugh until she was out of breath.

Uncle Shan, doing exactly as Wu Wang had described, grabbed a clay pot, stood in a bow stance, leaned his body slightly backward, tensed his abdomen to show off his nine-pack abs, and poured the clear water from the pot over his own head.

This, isn't it sexy? Doesn't it exude masculine virility?

Aunt Qing laughed so candidly that Uncle Shan's face turned red, and he turned and ran back into his home.

Just when Wu Wang feared he might be hung up and beaten by Uncle Shan, the sturdy man came over to Wu Wang, grinning sheepishly, and stuttered out, "She laughed, she laughed!"

Uncle Shan's eyes shone with an almost manic gleam.

"Good job, kid, you really know your Aunt Qing! Quick, teach me a few more moves! I want to make her laugh again!"

Wu Wang: …

Heh, a lost cause.

…

Father-in-law certainly didn't make this 'The Hundred Herb Manual' complete.

At the entrance of the valley, in the forest, Wu Wang squatted in the shade of a tree, trying to identify several herbs that looked sort of familiar but not quite right.

The flora in the Outer Sky was somewhat similar to that in the Great Wilderness World, but many herbs had changed in appearance, significantly differing from what was described in Shen Nong's 'The Hundred Herb Manual.'

Wu Wang was still of flesh and blood, just beginning his youthful adventures, and dared not recklessly taste the herbs. It's not that I'm worried about them being poisonous; the main concern is hygiene.

After a careful study, Wu Wang still could not determine the properties of those herbs with certainty. So he hoisted his fish basket on his back and continued to wander through the woods.

Finding a way to earn a living is indeed difficult. Aunt Qing won't let me go hunting in the mountains, so I thought of gathering and selling medicinal herbs. But the appearance of these herbs... goes against ancestral teachings. The Outer Sky really is different.

Wu Wang wandered through the sparse forest with a stick, looking for something that could be sold for money. Even a snake would do—he could also go back and make some snake soup.

Unfortunately, this forest was frequented by people; any wild creatures would have long been caught by passersby, not waiting for him to make a move.

Is this what life is?

The youth was filled with troubles, a young man distressed by the lack of a stable source of income, living off his family while constantly dreaming of spreading his wings and soaring out of the door into the sky.

As he was reflecting, Wu Wang's ears twitched, and his eyes lit up. He quickened his pace, swiftly climbed up the branches of a Great Tree, and looked out towards the road beyond the valley.

He saw more unicorns, the Guan Shu, running along the road.

(Note: In Mount Dai there is a beast called Guan Shu, which looks like a horse with a twisted horn on its head.)

On the backs of the Guan Shu were one or two figures clad in dark red armor, carrying long spears and blades, kicking up trails of dust as they sped down the road.

Wu Wang felt an unexplainable surge of excitement, probably due to being cooped up in this small valley for several years.

Looking up at the distant view, half woodland, half rice fields, he could vaguely make out the undulating distant mountains. It seemed as though there were 'ridges' writhing on them—those must be the humongous guardian beasts of different places, from the Outer Sky.

These beasts, serving as part of the Candle Dragon Divine Faction's forces, were confined within deep mountains.

The Divine Realms in the Outer Sky differ from one another.

Wu Wang's heart surged with excitement, and he couldn't help wanting to let out a long howl. But for fear of attracting unnecessary trouble, he ended up… just whistling.

Wandering through the forest until dusk, Wu Wang hummed a tune. He carried a basket full of wild vegetables and several herbs on his back, twirling a stick in his hands. He felt the interweaving of the Great Dao from the Outer Sky as he walked past the edge of the bustling Village. Looking up, he saw the strong auntie standing before the fence gate, lost in thought against the setting sun, while smoke curled from the chimney of the wooden house behind her.

"Auntie! I'm back!"

Aunt Qing laughed. "You should be given a calf to herd."

Wu Wang chuckled foolishly, not daring to respond.

The Heavenly Emperor herding cattle? If Emperor Shun knew, he'd surely laugh his teeth off!

As night fell, a peaceful evening passed by with a few idle chats. With Stars rotating in the sky, Wu Wang closed his eyes, his spiritual mind immersing itself in the Heavenly Dao within.

Day in and day out, these past few years had been spent just like this.

Sometimes, I even begin to doubt whether I truly possess the heart of a strong person, feeling that this kind of life is pretty good, and I'm somewhat reluctant to step out of this comfortable rhythm. But one must always move forward. A moment of indulgence could mean losing the vast path ahead.

In a blink of an eye, half a month flashed by. Aunt Qing, who had entered the mountains twice, rested for two days and then set off on a hunting trip early in the morning.

Wu Wang rolled out of bed. Although he believed Zhong could arrange everything well, he was still somewhat apprehensive.

A wisp of Little Jingwei's soul is about to escape.

He walked to the door, sat down on the steps, resting his chin in his hands as he watched the sparse woods at the entrance to the valley, quietly waiting for the sun to slant westward.

Suddenly, Wu Wang became aware of an abnormality in the Great Dao of this world.

It seemed a Great Dao at the foundation of the Outer Sky grew restless, and the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth became somewhat agitated. A shadow abruptly appeared on the west side of the sun in the sky, and this shadow rapidly expanded, quickly covering the sun.

The entire world darkened suddenly.

Countless creatures prostrated on the ground, constantly praying to the heavens, pleading for the Divine Spirits to return the sun to them.

Wu Wang keenly felt the anomaly and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The sun of the Outer Sky is the projection of the Candle Dragon's eyes. The Candle Dragon devoured too many Great Dao, causing instability in its own Great Dao, and it periodically falls into chaos.

At this moment, Wu Wang heard the ringing of a bell. Two images emerged from the depths of his heart as Zhong projected two beams of Divine Light directly onto the Immortal Platform in the God's Mansion of Wu Wang's true body.

——The Divine Soul of his Outer Sky incarnation is too weak, and communication with Zhong can only rely on the true body.

The first image showed the current anomaly of the Candle Dragon.

This gargantuan creature coiled atop the mountain, its body twitching uncontrollably. Its head trembled continuously, and four cold flames emerged from the top of it. A powerful Divine Soul force seemingly tried to stabilize the Candle Dragon's divine body, yet struggled to be effective for the moment.

Emperor Shun's Divine Soul!

The second image revealed the ice-blue Crystal sealed within volcanic magma by Emperor Shun. A wisp of light grey mist burst out, following the surging magma and drilling into the volcanic ash.

A faint glimmer of Divine Light flickered slightly, and almost instantly, this light grey mist mysteriously appeared tens of thousands of miles away.

At this moment, among the four flames above the head of the Candle Dragon, one flame suddenly went berserk and charged towards the largest one in the center of the other three flames.

The will of the Candle Dragon abruptly fought back!

Wu Wang watched the movement of the grey mist with keen interest, while also observing the battle of Divine Souls between the Candle Dragon and Emperor Shun.

Soon, the flame representing the Candle Dragon began to lose strength.

The flame representing Emperor Shun, however, was persistently unceasing. It wrapped around the Candle Dragon's flame and dragged it into the dragon's head.

The convulsions of the Candle Dragon's divine body ceased, and the sun in the sky was restored.

Wu Wang shook his head inwardly. This Candle Dragon really is useless, completely dominated by Emperor Shun!

Subsequently, Wu Wang's heart clenched.

The wisp of grey mist was Jingwei's soul; after drilling into the volcanic ash, Zhong had promptly sent it tens of thousands of miles away.

Wu Wang focused on the whereabouts of Jingwei's soul. It floated in the air for a long time, seemingly drained of its Spiritual Power, and eventually wobbled toward the forests below.

The gray vapor manifested the outline of a young girl. A Divine Light gently bloomed at her chest, and the girl's contour became clearer, gaining flesh from a shadowy figure, her pale skin turning translucent.

Before long, she lightly furrowed her eyebrows, her footing somewhat unstable as if unable to stand steadily.

Souls without bodies to guard them are unsafe outside, and a soul's Spiritual Power would dissipate on its own if exhausted. But this wisp of soul had expended too much Spiritual Power when it burst out of the seal.

Soon, Little Jingwei made a decision. A faint Snowflake Mark condensed on her forehead, and her figure swiftly shrank down into a seven or eight-year-old girl in a light white short skirt, walking barefoot amidst the forest, stumbling along.

It wasn't long before Little Jingwei wavered and fell into a pile of soft grass.

The scene that the Eastern Emperor's Bell had shown Wu Wang was finally unfolding:

Aunt Qing, who was out hunting, passed by on the mountain road nearby and paused in surprise when she saw the girl lying on the ground. Without hesitation, she rushed over, nimbly stepping over a fallen Great Tree. She glanced around warily before kneeling on one knee beside the girl, cautiously checking for her breath.

Aunt Qing let out a slight sigh of relief and picked up the girl from the ground.

How is it this place again? she thought. Surveying the surroundings, she vaguely remembered picking up a baby boy at this very spot eleven years ago. This time, she'd found a little girl. Lost? Judging by her clothes, she must be the treasured daughter of some family.

After a moment's thought, Aunt Qing, holding Little Jingwei in her arms, headed down the mountain. Once they were out of the dense forest that could harbor fierce beasts, she found a tree stump by the roadside to sit on. She gave Little Jingwei some water to drink and waited for someone to come looking for her.

"This little girl is really beautiful," Aunt Qing marveled softly. "It's a pity my Little Worm doesn't have such luck; this girl's family background must be extraordinary. What's this material? It's so smooth to the touch. It would surely make comfy underpants for my Little Worm."

The Heavenly Emperor couldn't help but blush.

And so, the hunter aunt held Little Jingwei while she examined the dress on Jingwei, which was created with Divine Power.

They waited like this for several hours.

A soft whimper escaped Little Jingwei's lips. She opened her eyes; her crystal-clear gaze met Aunt Qing's.

"Child, have you awakened?"

Aunt Qing asked gently, "Would you like to sit up?"

Little Jingwei struggled a bit but felt completely powerless, and her eyes held a trace of confusion.

Aunt Qing asked softly, "Where are your parents? Did you get separated?"

Little Jingwei opened her mouth with some difficulty. "Who..."

Wu Wang instinctively stood up at the doorstep, his eyes showing a hint of urgency.

That word 'who' was pronounced in the Great Wilderness World's dialect! The Outer Sky has been isolated from the Inner Realm for an entire fifth divine generation. It's not just the accent; even the script and language of the Outer Sky are significantly different from those of the Inner Realm. That single word has exposed Little Jingwei's identity!

But fortunately, Jingwei's eyes closed slightly again, and she fell into a weak sleep once more.

Aunt Qing quickly hugged the girl tightly. As the sky was getting dark and she was not too far from the Village, she finally decided to take her back to her wooden house.

Oh, I hope this doesn't lead to any trouble; this child clearly has an extraordinary origin, Aunt Qing muttered to herself, slinging her long bow and quiver over her shoulder. Holding Little Jingwei, she began to run along the main road, constantly vigilant.

A seasoned hunter always knows how to conceal their presence, and Aunt Qing was no exception.

Inside the wooden house, Wu Wang began to busy himself—making porridge, boiling water, preparing a bed, taking out bed boards—he was quite the busy bee.

Just as he was worrying about how to help Little Jingwei stabilize this fragment of her soul, his true body heard a gentle ringing from Zhong.

"Master," Zhong advised, "in the second jar of the cabinet, there is an Elixir that can stabilize Lady Jingwei's soul and prevent it from dissipating and endangering the Divine Soul."

"Ah, this..."

Wu Wang's eyes widened. "But wasn't it said that we can't cheat and must rely on ourselves? Everything should be done through one's own effort!"

"That's for you," Zhong retorted righteously. "It's fine for you to challenge yourself and temper your resolve, but Lady Jingwei is so adorable. How can we let her suffer?"

"Me!"

"Master, it's all for the purpose of saving this beautiful world."

"Damn it."

"Using vulgar language is impolite, you know."

Wu Wang checked the fire in the stove, then went to the doorway and sat down with a pout and a hum.

Right, this wisp of Little Jingwei's soul is in a semi-amnesiac state, and it's unlikely anyone will come looking for her. With Aunt Qing's tender nature, she's sure to adopt her. What name will Aunt Qing choose this time? Still, no matter how I think about it, the name 'Green Worm' has already set such a low bar in the world of naming that it's unlikely to be easily surpassed. Green Worm, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Xiong Ba, Wu Wang... he recited in his mind.

Smoke rose from various parts of the valley, children ran and played on the road, and several hunters returned, carrying plump game. A lone goose spread its wings high in the sky, chasing the sunset clouds into the distance.

With a touch of reverie in his heart, he awaited his reunion with Jingwei in the Outer Sky.