This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 475 - 473 Martial God Wants to Take Disciples, Water God Comes to Chat

Is everything really okay?

On the road back to the small town, Wu Wang felt a persistent unease in the depths of his heart.

The Destroying Cloud Technique unleashed by his teacher seemed to have struck something, yet it also felt as if it hadn't fully connected. And those fragments of a wine cup, falling from the sky…

There's definitely something wrong.

Wu Wang called out in his heart, "Little Zhong?"

A clear, melodious voice echoed from within him:

"DING DONG! Little Zhong isn't home right now. You'll have to overcome difficulties on your own!"

That punch Teacher threw just now definitely had issues!

Perhaps there were two masters hidden within those clouds. They must have departed quietly so as not to attract attention. That would explain why Senior Sister Chun Luan's punch went straight through the cloud without any unusual reaction.

That was close.

Wu Wang remained inwardly vigilant, his Divine Thought constantly observing his surroundings, ready to respond to any possible situation.

After some contemplation, when Jin Wei suggested going home, Wu Wang spoke up to keep her with them.

It's better to be safe than sorry. If the masters disturbed by the Destroying Cloud Technique hadn't left and decided to strike later, not only would Little Jin Wei be in danger on her way home, but Aunt Qing and Uncle Shan could also be implicated.

But then Wu Wang reconsidered. What kind of cultivation realm would one need to drink wine atop the clouds, in the sky beyond the firmament?

At the very least, a Martial Emperor, right?

Or perhaps it was an Innate God just passing by.

Uneasy and highly alert—that was Wu Wang's mental state for the next four hours.

He pondered many possibilities, searching for ways to handle each one. However, his options were all limited by the strength of his current incarnation, leaving him unable to protect the beings beside him.

This is the disadvantage of making too much noise when one's strength is insufficient.

Ultimately, Teacher today… wasn't cautious enough. Why punch a cloud for no reason?

Then again, it wasn't really Teacher's fault; it was all a misunderstanding. After all, not every cloud has shadowy figures hiding on it.

"Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?" Dong Gao, being observant, was the first to notice the change in Wu Wang's demeanor. He asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, Senior Brother." Wu Wang managed a smile, glanced at the dark night outside, and listened to the relatively lively sounds coming from the town's streets. After a moment's thought, he asked in a low voice, "Is there something exciting happening outside today?"

"A dance troupe has arrived," Dong Gao replied with a smile. "A dance troupe comes to town every year or two. It's just a few women dancing, not wearing much. Nothing really worth seeing."

Wu Wang's eyes lit up as he feigned interest. "Then I absolutely must go see it."

"Exactly, you should focus on your cultivation. How could women from such a remote town, flaunting their charms, possibly be worthy of your… What?" Dong Gao looked utterly shocked. "Junior Brother, what did you just say?"

"Let's go out and have a look," Wu Wang called out. "Little Wei, my two martial nephew and niece, let's go stroll through the streets! Senior Brother Dong Gao says there's something good to see!"

"Hey, when did I say…"

The three people who had been sitting idly inside the house rushed out immediately upon hearing this.

"Brother! Let's go!"

"Little Uncle, what's the good stuff?"

"Junior Brother Mo Feng, slow down. This threshold is too high; don't trip over it."

Wu Wang chuckled. "There's a small fair outside. Although it's not as bustling as the night markets in the big cities, it should have its own unique charm. Let's go out for a walk."

"Sure," Mo Feng agreed without a second thought.

Little Jin Wei came right up and hooked Wu Wang's arm, even making a taunting face at Fu Er.

Fu Er, not to be outdone, immediately tried to grab Mo Feng's arm. Mo Feng dodged as if he'd received an electric shock but was caught by his Senior Sister after taking a couple of steps.

The young boy's face instantly turned red.

Dong Gao laughed. "Go on, go on. But do you have any Bay coins with you?"

Jin Wei chirped, "My brother has Bay coins!"

Actually, I don't have that many, Wu Wang admitted to himself, though of course, he wouldn't say it aloud and spoil her excitement.

Just a few shells, right?

I'll carve a couple of dragons and sell them later. That should be enough for Little Jin Wei to eat and drink lavishly for half a year.

So, the four of them set out together, with Dong Gao stealthily following behind to protect them from any trouble.

「Meanwhile, at a tea stall in a corner of the town.」

A plump figure and a tall figure sat there, savoring the coarse tea with evident enjoyment.

The tall figure was the Martial God, dressed in the typical garb of a Martial Artist, his face slightly altered—he had retracted his beard and donned a hat.

The plump one was none other than the Water God. He had now retracted his spherical form and transformed into a portly, wealthy old man wearing a satin robe and a merchant's hat.

Seeing their attire, any passerby would have mistaken them for a rich merchant and his bodyguard.

"What should we do?" the Martial God asked quietly.

The Ball God—cough—the Water God sneered, "You're asking me? You're too embarrassed to take him as your disciple yourself? What's your status? Just reveal your true form. Aren't all these people your subjects?"

"It's not the same," muttered the Martial God. "I set the rules. The Grand Contest of the Twelve Realms is meant to maintain the upward drive of Martial Artists. This boy was born in the Luili Realm, so the Luili Realm should reap the benefits. How can I just break such rules?"

The Water God shook his head. "You and Yinyinhu, you both like to complicate simple matters."

"Maintaining such a vast Divine Realm… you don't understand the hardships involved," the Martial God retorted.

The Martial God sneered, "Unlike you, who established a Deep Sea Kingdom in the abyss—a place for feasting on fish, with an endless supply of creatures."

"I am the Water God. Naturally, a Water God should be where the most water is," the Water God sighed. "You go figure out how to take him as your disciple. I'll continue to think of a way to rescue my daughter."

The Martial God grabbed the Water God's arm and smiled. "Isn't the Everlasting Green supposed to be unbreakable? Since you know Emperor Shun abducted Cang Xue and has gone off with the Candle Dragon, and your grandson is the new Heavenly Emperor, why are you in such a hurry?"

"How can I not be anxious?" the Water God retorted.

"Firstly, Candle Dragon will absolutely not admit Emperor Shun is with him."

The Martial God picked up a piece of fried fish skin and said leisurely, "Secondly, Emperor Shun will definitely not show himself easily, nor will he simply return Cang Xue's block of ice to you. That must be Emperor Shun's trump card to blackmail Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Thirdly, if you push Candle Dragon too hard, that spherical form of yours might just end up as a dragon pearl clutched in Candle Dragon's mouth… Ponder that yourself."

Dark lines streaked across the Water God's forehead as he couldn't help but visualize his true form being held by Candle Dragon.

He shivered involuntarily.

The Martial God smiled. "As gods, we should help each other. I help you, you help me. If you help me, I'll show you a clear path, and perhaps you can gather some more information."

"What clear path?"

"Go find Xiaonu."

"The God of Fate?" The Water God frowned slightly.

"If Candle Dragon has a weak spot, it must be Xiaonu," the Martial God chuckled. "What do you say? As long as you help me secure this young man, I'll not only put in a good word for you with Xiaonu, but if you later decide to break ties with Candle Dragon, I will unquestionably stand by you."

The Water God frowned. "How come I recall my relationship with the God of Fate being somewhat deeper than yours?"

"Well…"

"And 'Xiaonu,' 'Xiaonu'!" the Water God cursed. "When you address these goddesses, can you use their full names? Adding 'Little' doesn't make you sound intimate! From the Third Divine Generation until now, which goddess's hand have you ever held? You! MMPH, MMPH!"

The Martial God quickly clamped a hand over the Water God's mouth, glancing around nervously.

Fortunately, they were using Divine Arts, so their conversation wouldn't reach any eavesdroppers; otherwise, if word of this got out, his reputation as the Pure Yang Martial God would be in tatters!

"Just tell me if you'll help or not! A million years of friendship! A million!"

The Water God repeatedly shook his head. "Fine, fine. Tell me what to do."

The Martial God tapped on the table. "Toss down a few shells to pay for the meal first. Let's take it one step at a time. If that doesn't work, we'll just knock him out and carry him away.

"I don't know who came up with this ridiculous idea of using shells as currency. If my Twelve Realms were to trade with your Deep Sea Kingdom, I'd be ruined, wouldn't I?

"Come with me; I have an idea."

"It's not just your realm that uses Bay coins, you know."

The Water God shook his head repeatedly, casually tossed a few shells onto the table, and then, together with the Martial God, walked into the bustling crowd ahead, slowly making their way towards the four youngsters.

A short while later, the proprietress of the tea stall came over. She looked perplexedly at the teapot and cups on the corner table, and at the few clamshells as large as pot lids, a series of question marks popping up above her head.

「...」

"Brother, I want to sit on your neck!"

"No," Wu Wang said earnestly. "You're not little anymore; you need to be aware of the distinctions between boys and girls."

"Okay then," Jin Wei pouted, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Nearby, Fu Er whispered, "Junior Brother, can you see? Would you like to sit on Senior Sister's shoulders?"

"No need, thank you, Senior Sister." Mo Feng couldn't help but press a hand to his forehead.

From ahead came the sounds of gongs and drums, along with cheers from the crowd. A simple wooden stage, several steaming braziers, and seven or eight voluptuous women in simple skirts, dancing gracefully—this constituted the small town's annual… nightlife.

This dance troupe had actually been invited by several martial masters from the town, with the aim of bringing a little joy to everyone's otherwise monotonous lives.

Incidentally, they also hoped the dancers' charm would stimulate an increase in the town's birth rate ten months later.

The street food stalls that normally closed at dusk were all brightly lit tonight; this was the main area where Little Jin Wei, Mo Feng, and Fu Er preferred to linger.

Wu Wang, however, kept getting 'distracted'—in reality, his spiritual mind was intensely focused on observing his surroundings.

Someone was watching him.

A moment ago, Wu Wang had definitively sensed them—two Divine Thoughts observing him from a distance.

He felt a measure of relief, because their attention was fixed on him; judging by the unceasing scrutiny of those two Divine Thoughts, their gazes likely hadn't wavered.

Yet, he also silently cursed the trouble, as these were two powerful enemies his current incarnation couldn't possibly handle.

Furthermore, he absolutely could not reveal his true identity, nor could he use even the slightest bit of the Heavenly Dao's power here. Otherwise, if Emperor Shun became alerted, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

If it came to that, the world would be torn asunder, and living beings would be devastated. The casualties among beings from the Outer Sky wouldn't be counted in thousands or tens of thousands, but in 'proportions.'

Since it's me they're targeting…

"Little Wei, do you want some candy?" Wu Wang said. "Then I'll go with you to buy some. Mo Feng, Fu Er, you two don't wander off."

Jin Wei couldn't help but tilt her head, puzzled, as Wu Wang pulled her aside.

When Mo Feng and Fu Er turned their heads, Wu Wang and Jin Wei were already obscured by several figures in the crowd.

"Little Uncle Master!"

"Oh no!"

Mo Feng started to go after them, but Fu Er immediately grabbed her junior brother. "Little Uncle Master is intentionally giving us some time alone. Don't be so clueless about romance, Junior Brother."

Mo Feng felt quite exasperated. Looking at his Senior Sister drawing ever closer, he wanted to push her away but couldn't bring himself to do it, so he just stood there stiffly.

Of course, a man should play with other men; getting too cozy with one's senior sister would surely make him a laughingstock. The young man thought this in his heart.

Elsewhere, Jin Wei was pulling Wu Wang along, searching for a candy stall.

Closer. The observers were getting closer.

Wu Wang's heart tensed. He suddenly reached out and pressed Jin Wei's shoulder, his mind racing, the strings of tension within him stretched almost to their breaking point.

Yet, he felt no panic, only an awareness that the situation was incredibly thorny. He didn't know if they had discovered his unique nature or if they were here for some other reason.

They were just behind him now, not far at all.

Little Jin Wei asked, puzzled, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. There are just too many people; I'm afraid you'll get lost," Wu Wang replied with a smile, his movements appearing quite natural as he turned his head to look back. He saw only a throng of people, with no particularly conspicuous figures. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

But there was an empty area within the crowd…

Are they using Divine Skills to conceal their presence?

Wu Wang's heart sank. Anyone capable of this must be an Innate God.

"I have a bit of a headache," Wu Wang said softly. "Let's find a quiet place to rest. It's too noisy here."

"Okay, Brother!"

Jin Wei couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She reached around and hugged Wu Wang's broad back, standing on her tiptoes and trying her best to support his weight.

Her earnest effort made Wu Wang instinctively raise his hand and pat her head, assuring her he was fine.

They turned a street corner, and the clamor was immediately left behind them.

Ahead, a few scattered figures ran towards them. Among them was a hunter, gasping for breath, the longbow on his back still unslung; he had clearly missed the notice posted at the town entrance earlier.

About ten paces behind Wu Wang and Jin Wei, two figures strolled along, yet they failed to attract the attention of any passersby.

"TSK—Do you think he's noticed us?" the Martial God couldn't help but mutter.

"Impossible," the Water God said. "No matter how outstanding his aptitude, he's still just a young man. How could he possibly detect us?"

"That being said…" The Martial God pondered for a moment. "I still think my original strategy was pretty good. Pretend to be a fortune-teller, learn from my elder brother and use fortune-telling to get close to people. I've used that trick to hold the hands of several Goddesses before."

The Water God's mouth twitched a few times. He suddenly quickened his pace and said, "You really… Fine, I'll help you!"

"Hey! You can't be so direct!"

The Martial God was just about to stop him when the Water God's figure shimmered slightly, like a human-shaped bubble being poked and bursting, only to silently reform behind Wu Wang.

After reforming, the Water God's entire silhouette materialized out of thin air, yet his appearance caused no sense of 'abruptness' among the townspeople passing by.

Everything seemed to happen perfectly naturally as the portly old man raised his hand and patted Wu Wang's shoulder.

"Young man?"

Wu Wang's entire body stiffened. He frantically suppressed his instinct to counterattack and turned around, pulling Jin Wei with him.

That turn was significant; Wu Wang's heart trembled lightly.

This portly old man before him…

This kind-looking elder—he recognized him.

Almost at a glance, Wu Wang identified him as the Water God in disguise; after all, the other's Great Dao could not deceive the Heavenly Dao.

Grandpa? Wu Wang called out in his heart, but he quickly adopted the innocently confused expression he had planned. "Excuse me, old sir, is there something you need? The dancing is on the next street over."

"Dancing… Ha, why would I be looking for dancing?" The Water God's small eyes crinkled into slits as he chuckled warmly. "Is this your sister?"

"Yes," Wu Wang smiled. "May I ask if there's something you need, old sir?"

Be more subtle! Old Water, be more subtle! The Martial God was frantically sending telepathic messages.

"I'm fine, I don't need anything," said the Water God. "Look behind me. See that tall, sturdy fellow there? He's a Martial Arts master, a very, very high-level one.

"He sees you have excellent aptitude and wants to take you as his disciple.

"As long as you become his disciple, your future achievements can be summed up in one word—Transcendent.

"What do you think? Care to consider it?"

"This…"

Wu Wang inwardly breathed a huge sigh of relief; the tension that had gripped his heart finally eased somewhat.

He stood on tiptoe, his gaze passing over the Water God to the figure standing about ten paces away. The man had his back to them, hands clasped behind him, head raised, presenting the very picture of an eminent expert.

To be so familiar with the Water God, to be in this particular place, and for his Daoist Essence to be so clear…

Martial God? The Martial God wants to take a disciple?

Wu Wang immediately understood. It must be the aptitude Little Zhong arranged for me that has attracted such 'bees and butterflies.'

And at my current stage, I still can't conceal my aptitude from the eyes of these great gods.

At the same time, Wu Wang felt a little more favorably disposed towards the Martial God… If the Martial God were a truly vicious and evil being, his first reaction would probably have been to obliterate my Divine Soul and place a loyal and devoted Divine Soul into this body.

He might even have directly possessed it and refined it into an external incarnation.

But as for becoming his disciple…

Wu Wang cupped his hands in a salute and said earnestly, "I have already pledged myself to a distinguished master, and I fear I cannot accept such a generous offer from you two.

"A disciple does not serve two masters; this is a principle taught to us by the respected Martial God.

"Furthermore, the Martial God also taught us that while a master leads us to learn Cultivation Techniques, our future achievements depend on our own efforts.

"We must abide by the teachings of the Martial God."

The Water God's expression became rather peculiar. He asked warmly, "Aren't you even going to ask what skills this eminent expert behind me possesses?"

Wu Wang laughed freely. "Martial Arts—it is both 'martial' and a 'Dao.' My master has already guided me onto this path. High or low abilities, strong or weak Martial Techniques—ultimately, none of these define my Dao.

"Thank you for your kind intentions, old sir. If there is nothing else, we will take our leave."

With that, Wu Wang cupped his hands again. Little Jin Wei, in a similar fashion, clasped her fists in a salute. Then, she turned and ran off with Wu Wang, leaving the Water God standing there in bewildered astonishment.

Was I just taught a lesson by a child?

"Young man! Wait!"

SLAP!

A large hand landed on the Water God's shoulder, slapping his words right back down his throat.

The Martial God looked at the retreating figures of Wu Wang and Jin Wei, his face filled with emotion, and sighed deeply. "He's right! What kind of disciple takes two masters? It's absurd!"

"Hmm?" The Water God stared at the Martial God. "So, what are you going to do now?"

"A small matter," the Martial God replied calmly, clasping his hands behind his back. "I'll test his character a bit more. If he truly is a talent worth nurturing, I'll impart all my skills to him and cultivate a true expert.

"If that really doesn't work…"

"What then?"

"I'll take his master as my disciple, making me his Grand Master! Is there any difference?"

"Huh?" The Water God was dumbfounded, his internal 'waters' thoroughly roiled.

In a corner, Dong Gao, who had been pacing with his head down, looked up at the wall and mumbled to himself, Why am I here?

Yet, as if guided by some unseen force, he clasped his hands behind his back and resumed his pacing, continuing to walk in circles in the narrow alleyway, seemingly unable to find his way out.