This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 477 - 475: God’s Martial Arts Class Begins!

"Jue Tian Nine Slashes, Heaven-Destroying Wild Fists?"

What kind of taste does this Martial God have?

Under the soft light of the stars, Wu Wang lay on his little bed, the contents of the two secret manuals from the Martial God revolving in his mind.

Although it was somewhat offensive to say so, Wu Wang now had a clear understanding.

He still felt puzzled, wondering why the Martial God insisted so strongly that he accept his favor.

Why is he lowering his stance so much out of nowhere? Could there be some deceit in this?

Filled with skepticism, Wu Wang, who was no longer a child and didn't believe in 'giving you a chance because we are fated,' especially harbored caution towards Innate Gods. His own life was not important.

Taking the contents of the two secret manuals with him, along with the overall happenings of the past two days, Wu Wang entered the Heavenly Dao and began to deduce everything carefully.

In the end, the result of his deduction through the Heavenly Dao left Wu Wang quite speechless.

'It seems that under the influence of the Ancient Emperor of the Suiren Clan, the Martial God became an Innate God, unsullied by filth, and from the perspective of living beings, a rare benevolent Divine Spirit.'

This...

He had planned to challenge all the way up, to kick the Martial God and punch the Candle Dragon, but now it seemed that the Martial God was indeed worth striving for.

All things considered, the two secret manuals bestowed by the Martial God were quite worthwhile.

"Out of respect for Senior Suiren."

Muttering to himself, Wu Wang left the space between Heaven and Earth. Before dawn, he went to the courtyard to get busy, preparing a parting gift for his nephew-disciple, Mo Feng.

He carved a simple wooden Dagger without any added power, purely as a gift.

As for the three Spirit Fruits that greatly benefited Martial Artists, Wu Wang temporarily stored them away, sealed with the jade box provided by the Martial God, planning to give them to Little Jin Wei and his senior brother and sister in the future.

He himself did not need an extra infusion of Spiritual Power. He was currently worried about his cultivation increasing too quickly every day, forcibly suppressing it to avoid drawing too much attention from Divine Spirits.

Er, it seems that I've already drawn attention.

Although yesterday's events were absurd, Wu Wang had reluctantly accepted them.

He did not ask the identity of the Martial God, only saying, "Thank you, Senior. I will definitely not let you down in the future."

At that moment, the Martial God seemed, it seemed to be relieved.

Giving a gift was not an easy task.

The horizon in the East Sky began to show the first light of dawn. Wu Wang checked on Little Jin Wei's condition and found her still sleeping sweetly, murmuring softly in her dreams.

The Heavenly Emperor smiled kindly and quietly left the house, heading to his teacher's residence.

The town seemed to be just that big; having wandered around, he grew quite familiar with it.

Senior Sister Chun Luan seemed a bit anxious. By the time Wu Wang arrived, they had already begun preparations for the carriage. It was filled with gifts from the teacher, including several pieces of high-quality fur, considered one of the 'specialties' the town could offer.

Of course, the carriage wasn't a slow-moving ox cart. It was pulled by Guan Shu beasts, a common mount in the Martial God's Twelve Realms. The frame was also made of lightweight yet sturdy wood, capable of withstanding long trips.

Such a carriage, alone, was rare in the town, evidence enough of Senior Sister Chun Luan's decent standing in the Luili Realm's military.

Wu Wang took a closer look at the Guan Shu beasts. They looked like horses but were much more robust than any Wu Wang could remember. With single horns on their heads, they exuded an aura of might and bore traces of ferociousness.

Laughter from Senior Sister Chun Luan came from the yard.

"Teacher, there's no need to see me off. This isn't the first time I'm leaving home; you've been fussing over me for an hour."

"What?" Old Qiu muttered. "Your teacher can't even fuss? Yes, you have reached the Martial Spirit Realm now, and you're valued in the military, so you indeed don't have to listen to your teacher anymore."

"Oh, Teacher!"

"Hahaha! Cough!"

Old Qiu coughed weakly and then patted Chun Luan's arm affectionately, saying with a gentle tone, "Having you here puts your teacher at ease about leaving. In the future... you'll have to look after your junior brother and sister." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Teacher, please don't say such things," Chun Luan sighed lightly.

"It's just a matter of two or three years."

Old Qiu laughed. "Your teacher has long since come to terms with this. All living beings must go through it, whether we like it or not, and these things are irreversible. It is because all living beings must pass that we are taught to cherish the present and what's before us. This teaches us to understand what it means to give and be noble.

"When I can't hold on any longer, there's no need to be sad, no need to spend effort trying to prolong my life, though life is filled with regrets. In the end, we must learn to let go.

"At least, your teacher has taught you..."

Wu Wang's figure appeared at the entrance to the yard.

Old Qiu's eyes twinkled with a few additional glimmers of light. "And I've gained a last disciple to close the door."

Suddenly, Chun Luan quickened her pace, turned around in front of the door, and knelt on one knee with both hands clenched in a fist raised high.

"As a Disciple on military orders to guard the border, I cannot show filial piety before my Teacher. Please forgive me, Teacher!"

Mo Feng and Fu Er hurried forward, bowing their heads in a salute behind their master.

"Off you go, off you go," Old Qiu waved his hand lightly. "I shall not see you out."

"Yes, Master."

Chun Luan replied in a low voice, and upon rising, she had already turned and hurried toward the cart outside the door, taking her place behind the reins.

Mo Feng and Fu Er quickly followed her.

Wu Wang took out the wooden dagger he had carved from his bosom and tossed it into Mo Feng's hands, smiling. "A meeting gift."

Mo Feng was momentarily stunned, then he bowed and thanked Wu Wang with a fist salute.

"Uncle Qing Shan! Until we meet again!"

"Hmm," Wu Wang returned the salute with a fist. "The green hills will not change; the clear waters will flow forever."

Standing to the side, Senior Sister Qiu Li chuckled, "You two actually look rather proper."

Chun Luan snapped the whip. The two Guan Shu beasts lowered their heads and roared, galloping swiftly, the cart shaking left and right carrying the young man and woman.

As the cart moved into the distance, Old Qiu stepped out of the courtyard, watching it fade away with a gaze full of satisfaction.

"Qing Shan?"

"Teacher, your Disciple is here."

"Take good care of your Senior Sister Chun Luan in the days ahead."

Wu Wang was taken aback. He looked up at his teacher's profile and realized the teacher was not jesting, so he nodded and agreed.

In the teacher's heart, it was already acknowledged that my future achievements would surpass Senior Sister Chun Luan's. I need to work even harder. Starting today, I'll double my cultivation speed. Once back, I'll have the Heavenly Dao conjure a set of ingenious techniques to mask my own cultivation level to ensure it can outsmart the scrutinizing eyes of the Innate Gods. By the way, the Martial God and Water God once deceived my own perceptions; this too is a 'hidden concern'. The Heavenly Dao needs to be strengthened in this regard. Even if the Water God is my Grandpa and the Martial God is a younger brother of the Ancient Emperor of the Suiren Clan, I cannot let my guard down.

The Heavenly Dao—merely a tool for cultivation.

That encounter with the Martial God seemed to have ended without further developments.

But Wu Wang had a vague feeling that things wouldn't be so simple. He remained vigilant against changes in his surroundings every day, and over time, Wu Wang himself grew more poised and alert.

Through this alone, the Martial God could be said to have contributed a great deal.

After all, 'tranquility' and 'steadfastness' might seem similar, but they are worlds apart; the former is merely mental resilience.

Within the Great Wilderness World, Wu Wang diligently explored the Great Dao and expanded the Heavenly Dao.

Though this Heavenly Emperor did not attend court, gods and sentient beings with a bit of cultivation, both within and without the Celestial Court, could sense the Heavenly Dao growing stronger. The figure of the Eastern Emperor could also be seen everywhere within the Heavenly Dao.

Outside the Great Wilderness World, on the territory still belonging to the Candle Dragon, Wu Wang ceaselessly pushed his incarnation forward in cultivation day and night.

He absorbed Spiritual Energy and harmonized Spiritual Power.

He learned Martial Techniques and created his own.

It took half a year for Wu Wang to gradually improve the Destroying Cloud Technique, turning it into his specialty, capable of shattering tree trunks as thick as bowls miles away with a single punch.

Of course, that was the private power of the Destroying Cloud Technique.

In public, Wu Wang only revealed a level of strength where he could send a watermelon flying hundreds of yards with one punch, which elated Old Qiu to no end.

If it weren't for fear that Wu Wang might become conceited, Old Qiu could sit on a stool at his courtyard gate and boast to anyone he met:

'My little disciple is a great genius!'

Days marched forward, one after another.

The sun projected from the Candle Dragon's eyes emitted heat not much different from the Golden Crow sun within the realm.

These were regulated through the resonance of the Great Dao and the world.

By Wu Wang's side, the little girl who knew nothing of the world and only cared about playing grew up day by day.

Once carrying her memories, she had only experienced a brief childhood before dying amidst the waves of the East Sea and transforming into a Divine Bird. She survived for tens of thousands of years on stubborn tenacity and the love of Emperor Yan of Shennong, finally meeting Wu Wang.

These years in the Outer Sky seemed to be a compensation granted to her.

An idyllic childhood, an attentively caring brother, two kindly aunt and uncle.

However, carefree days were limited to the time before adolescence.

When Little Jin Wei grew graceful, a faint sorrow also rose in her heart, and she no longer clung to Wu Wang like she did as a child.

Who was Wu Wang? Leader of the Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Court, guide of the Great Wilderness, forger of the Eastern Emperor's Bell. And yet, the troubles of a mere girl's heart... were honestly a bit perplexing to him.

In the year Little Jin Wei turned eleven, Aunt Qing had a serious talk with Wu Wang about a certain issue in private.

"Xiaochong, tell your aunt the truth. If Little Wei grows up and wants to marry only you, would you marry her?"

Wu Wang pondered for a moment and nodded vigorously.

Aunt Qing smiled and said, "Then that's settled. I have my answer now. Go on with your cultivation – no need to worry about home."

Yet after that, Little Jin Wei gradually distanced herself from him.

Though she still waited for him at the doorstep every evening, Wu Wang had not heard that sweet call of 'Brother' for a long time...

Am I considered a creep?

Wu Wang carefully considered, still unable to grasp what she really thought.

Moreover, when Aunt Qing asked him, it was only a hypothetical situation.

Wu Wang didn't want to marry Little Jin Wei in haste, nor did he want any substantive relationship to occur between their incarnations to prevent future troubles for her.

It's a matter that must be grandly undertaken, and preferably after the great calamity, as it would also serve as an incentive for myself. At the very least, it should happen after she reclaims this strand of her soul, fully understanding her experiences from before and after. Thinking it over, I'm quite looking forward to the moment her Divine Soul becomes one, and she realizes 'Brother' is actually 'Wang.' That expression would indeed be priceless.

Just like that, in the blink of an eye, three and a half years had passed since Senior Sister Chun Luan brought her two Disciples, Mo Feng and Fu Er, to the town.

The entire Luili Realm, no, the whole Twelve Realms, began to pay attention to the Twelve Realms Competition that was to be held in five years.

For the Luili Realm, this competition was of great importance as it concerned whether the realm would remain stable for the next fifty years. If they failed to secure enough 'quotas' again, the Luili Realm would have to expel a portion of its inhabitants.

The Human race was favored by the Martial God in the Twelve Realms, and those who would be expelled were inevitably the diverse races on the fringes of the Twelve Realms.

Thus, the borders of the Luili Realm were always troubled by various issues, with alien races causing conflicts and others striving hard to continue their existence within the Luili Realm.

The powerful yet benevolent Martial God was their best protector.

All these seemed to have little relation to Wu Wang. If he were to participate in the competition, it would be in the next session to be held in fifty-five years.

He was still a young man.

In the eyes of his teacher and senior brothers and sisters, his daily life was cultivation, more cultivation, and accompanying Little Wei—simple yet quite fulfilling.

But to Wu Wang's surprise, the trouble with the Martial God he had been worried about... arrived, though late.

In the year Jin Wei turned twelve, a piece of news spread throughout the Twelve Realms of the Martial God.

[The martial arts class of the Liuli god is now open!]

To reverse the Luili Realm's decline in the recent Twelve Realms Competitions, the Liuli god sought permission from the Martial God and opened a divine martial arts class!

The Liuli god's martial arts class consists of two parts: the Heavenly and Earthly sections. By this winter, a total of thirty-six students will be recruited in the central city of the Luili Realm – Liuli City, to be personally instructed in martial arts cultivation by the Liuli god!

Become a disciple of a Divine Spirit!

[The Heavenly section] will consist of elite practitioners in their sixties and seventies from the Luili Realm, aiming to defend the honor of the Liuli god in the upcoming Twelve Realms Competition in a few years.

[The Earthly section] is only for martial artists under thirty years old, the best of the best, naturally for the next competition in over fifty years.

The rule set by the Martial God—only creatures under eighty years old are eligible for the competition—seems to be fully understood by the Liuli god.

As for this matter, the Luili Realm was naturally in high spirits, and the borders stabilized considerably.

With their divine patron herself taking the field, how could the Luili Realm not win the next two competitions?

Reversing the current predicament of the Luili Realm was naturally within reach!

The remaining eleven realms under other Martial Gods erupted in curses.

Of course, they didn't dare to curse the great Liuli god openly, but they complained that 'the Luili Realm can't afford to lose,' 'the Luili Realm is not being fair,' and so on.

As a result, the Liuli god was quite enraged at this moment.

In the center of the Luili Realm, deep within a forest near Liuli City, inside a secluded and majestic great hall.

The Goddess seated on the throne appeared to have a somewhat despairing expression.

Her name was Liuli, a deity of the Earth Dao who mastered the transparent path of Luili. Originally a minor god of middling power, she began following the Martial God. Since then, she had lived a stable life in this little place, helping the Martial God manage the Luili Realm.

At this moment, the envoys sent by the other gods were kneeling below, expressing their peers' dissatisfaction with her personally descending to instruct the creatures.

The Liuli god really wanted to reply to them, 'Why don't you ask the Martial God?!'

Unfortunately, she dared not say that. If it weren't for the protection of the Martial God, she wouldn't have been able to comfortably slack off—cough—blend in for so long.

Like other goddesses, Liuli possessed a delicate and beautiful appearance; her skin even had a bit of the texture of Liuli, like a beauty carved from colored glaze.

But Liuli never thought this was something to be proud of. If she were a bit weaker, she would become prey in the eyes of strong gods, gradually falling and becoming a slave to their desires.

That would be far less comfortable than her current life.

If we turn back the silhouette of the river of time to half a month ago, the Liuli God was immersing herself in the cool stream that flowed through her bedroom, bringing the purest water from the mountaintop Spiritual Spring.

She could sleep as long as she wanted without anyone bothering her; it was pure bliss.

Then, Liuli God was dragged out by the ear, pulled by a large hand. The Martial God's rough action made her feel quite offended.

"Sleeping again! How can you sleep at a time like this! Your Luili Realm is nearly falling to pieces!"

The Martial God bellowed angrily, while Liuli God, with a wronged look, stood with her head down. Establishing the Luili Realm had been an order from the Martial God.

The Martial God chided her a few times, then asked her, "With the Luili Realm in such a state of decay, do you have any solutions?"

The Liuli God looked up at the majestic Martial God and said softly, "Wouldn't it be fine if you gave a few more treasured bodies to the Luili Realm?"

The Martial God glared at her. "Is this a matter of how many treasured bodies there are? The ones meant for the Luili Realm have been snatched away by other realms! And you didn't even manage that!"

The Liuli God muttered, "But you're the one who said the Twelve Gods shouldn't interfere with the competition among creatures."

"That doesn't mean you should completely neglect them!"

"I do make an appearance each decade at the sacrifice."

"Strategy! You should at least use some strategy!"

"I'm not good at that, you know."

"There you go again! Always 'not good at that,' do you have no sense of being a god!" The Martial God lamented bitterly. "How did I end up with such a lazy follower like you!"

If you wanted me as your consort, I might have been happier.

Unfortunately, the Liuli God did not dare say that at the time.

She had hinted at it many times over the long years; the Martial God surely must have known her feelings by now. Since the Martial God maintained the relationship of a follower and protector, it was a gentle rejection of her affections.

I digress.

Just as the Liuli God was about to say that she would strive to compete with the other eleven gods, the Martial God suddenly spoke:

"Here's the deal, Liuli, I grant you permission to start a class, similar to the Martial Academy, where you personally instruct two batches of warriors from the Luili Realm, cultivating talent for the grand competition. This is a special favor granted to you. Do you understand?"

Liuli pondered carefully; it seemed like the Martial God was negotiating and bestowing a favor, but in reality, it was an order.

There must be a deeper meaning behind it.

Indeed, when the Martial God left, he particularly reminded her.

"When you personally instruct them, you must pay attention to a young man named Qing Shan— he's quite promising. Remember to keep this a secret; it's the best assistance I can offer you."

Qing Shan?

The Liuli God had been reciting this name for half a month now.

In her understanding, this young man named Qing Shan was a chess piece placed by the Martial God to balance the Twelve Realms. All she would need to do was find him, focus on cultivating him, and then she could report back to the Martial God.

Ah, it was all arranged by the Martial God after all.

The Liuli God's gaze shifted to the kneeling envoys below, and she exhaled softly, "Scram."

The envoys below trembled slightly, quickly kowtowed and withdrew, hastily leaving the place.

Once there was no one left in the temple, the Liuli God's tense expression loosened, and she couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The Martial God is really indifferent; he finally comes to see me, and it's just for the Luili Realm.

「Meanwhile.」

Above the small town where Wu Wang was located, the Martial God, who was secretly hiding in the clouds observing the young man practicing boxing below, also heaved a soft sigh.

In the next million years, I wonder if any goddess will be blind enough to fancy me.