This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 471 - 469 The First Battle of the Outer Sky (Stand)!

Young people should always remain humble, so they are less likely to be slapped to death by their elders.

When Wu Wang excitedly went to his master's house the next day and asked, "What Martial Techniques will we be learning today?" he was pulled into the courtyard by the stern-faced old man and reprimanded.

Such lessons as, "Young people should not be overly eager," "Cultivation is a serious matter that requires a solid foundation," and "Young people must uphold martial morality," and so on.

After several such grand principles were hammered into him, Wu Wang began to feel somewhat less confident.

Last night, after he fell asleep and his Spiritual Mind returned to his body, he had specifically drawn upon one percent of the Heavenly Dao's power to have it simulate the dozen or so 'low-level' Martial Techniques he had just learned. This granted him a brand-new understanding of these Martial Techniques. He saw all their variations and found ways to streamline them and enhance their practicality.

However, seeing everyone acting this way, Wu Wang didn't feel it was appropriate to directly share these insights into Martial Arts.

"Qing Shan."

Boss Qiu, with a stern face, said, "Now, you will demonstrate the Martial Techniques you learned yesterday one by one. I will point out the mistakes and deficiencies in your movements and then let you know what real Martial Techniques are!"

"Yes, Disciple obeys," Wu Wang said, respectfully cupping his hands in a salute before walking to the center of the courtyard.

By the window ledge of the small building, Senior Sister Qiu Li watched her little junior brother's figure with a face full of spring-like joy, apparently unaffected by the scolding she had just received from her own father.

Senior Brother Dong Gao sat to the side, his eyes deeply sunken; he had become much thinner overnight.

"HA!"

Wu Wang suddenly let out a loud shout. His previously relaxed figure instantly tensed up. His feet executed Shadowless Steps, and his fists carried the momentum of rushing thunder, striking out with the sound of thunderclaps.

Dong Gao immediately perked up and craned his neck to watch the scene in the courtyard.

Qiu Li murmured, "Little Junior Brother's fists… seem to be… gaining power."

Dong Gao, with a solemn face, nodded in agreement.

Below, Boss Qiu, however, was frowning deeply, watching Wu Wang move around in the not-so-spacious courtyard, his punches and kicks generating wind, and feeling the flow of Spiritual Energy in the surroundings.

It was as if each of the young man's movements pulled on strings of condensed Spiritual Energy, every strike and stance flowing with such natural perfection…

I wonder if these deliberately exposed flaws are enough.

He was too hasty.

On a whim last night, he used the Heavenly Dao to simulate these Martial Techniques. When the Heavenly Dao finished its simulation, the insights were directly imprinted into the depths of his heart.

The entire process had only lasted a moment.

After all, that was the Heavenly Dao. It controlled over a thousand Great Daos and could usually simulate the birth, aging, sickness, and death of countless beings between Heaven and Earth.

If the Heavenly Dao had consciousness, it probably would have given its leader a big eye roll for such a request.

Wu Wang leaped into the air, 'strolling' seven or eight steps through it before gracefully flipping and landing on the ground. With his hands raised and then slowly pressing down, streams of Spiritual Energy spiraled around him and transformed into a gentle breeze that blew in all directions.

He wanted to continue demonstrating his punches and kicks but was interrupted by his master's voice.

"That's enough. Stop there," Boss Qiu said. He extended his hand from inside the house, and a wooden chair flew towards him. The old man, who favored loose short-sleeved shirts and trousers, sat down on it.

"Qing Shan, come over," he called.

"Master," Wu Wang approached and bowed, his face showing unease.

Boss Qiu asked, "When your senior brother and senior sister taught you these moves yesterday, how did you feel? Did you experience any sense of déja vu?"

"Disciple did not have such feelings," Wu Wang replied softly.

Boss Qiu continued, "And when you were executing these Martial Techniques, did you feel your Spiritual Power circulating on its own?"

After pondering for a moment, Wu Wang said, "Half of it was circulating on its own, and half was driven by my intent. The acupoints in my body are not all open yet, and some meridians are probably still very narrow. Sometimes, when my fists and feet are in position, the Spiritual Power gets stuck, so Disciple needs to prepare in advance."

Boss Qiu nodded slowly and then thoughtfully stroked his beard.

The old man had been in high spirits lately, though his vital Qi and blood dwindled day by day, and his Lifespan seemed near its end. But since Wu Wang became his Disciple, the old master gradually began to glow with health.

For instance, today, Boss Qiu had even casually tied up his beard.

"Qing Shan, tell me your current understanding of Martial Arts, using the simplest terms possible."

"Disciple was just contemplating this question last night," Wu Wang said. "I believe Martial Arts should focus on three things: the body's capacity to contain Spiritual Energy, the enhancement of the body by Spiritual Power, and the techniques for facing an enemy."

Smiling, Boss Qiu nodded and said warmly,

"Until the Martial Soul Realm, your understanding is spot on. Martial Artists and martial masters focus on increasing their strength to accommodate more Spiritual Power and continually nourish their bodies with it.

But Qing Shan, once you step into the Martial Soul Realm, these things become less significant. What's important is your soul, your spirit, your courage, and your momentum!"

"I am aware of your perceptiveness, and it is quite good. However, you took two tries to master them, so you cannot be considered a genius yet."

"A true genius is one who can grasp the essence of Martial Techniques with a single look; that is someone almost monstrous. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Disciple must continue to polish these Martial Techniques."

"That's the principle. Your senior brother and senior sister took it upon themselves to teach you these Martial Techniques. You must thoroughly understand them within half a year. If you can withstand ten moves from your senior sister after half a year, I, your teacher, will impart my Unique Skill, the Destroying Cloud Technique, to you in advance!"

Old Qiu squinted and smiled. Wu Wang bowed deeply. Although his Spiritual Mind was incredibly calm, he still managed to show a hint of delight to play along.

"Sigh…"

Old Qiu sighed softly. "If only you had been born ten years earlier. I would have had more time to train you."

"Teacher…"

"But it's not bad now," Old Qiu said with a smile. "I kept your Senior Sister Qiu Li and Senior Brother Dong Gao by my side because I find their talents mediocre. If they went out to make a name for themselves, they would only embarrass me.

You are different. This small town is your starting point, and the road ahead leads straight to the heavens.

That I can help you build the foundation of your Martial Arts is the greatest consolation for me in this final leg of my journey.

The Martial God has treated me well."

"Teacher," Wu Wang said with a smile, "Disciple will certainly not tarnish your esteemed reputation."

"But what reputation does one have in the Martial Spirit Realm?" Old Qiu said. "Pull up a stool and sit. Since you have such perceptiveness and can perform Martial Techniques so naturally, I, your teacher, will teach you more than just techniques.

Today, we discuss 'momentum.'"

"Momentum?"

"Yes. Martial Artists temper the body, nurture Qi, gather momentum, and establish might."

Old Qiu said with a smile:

"Momentum is unrelated to your cultivation level. If a Martial Emperor loses their momentum and falls into decline, they are no different from a drunkard by the roadside.

Even a rising star who has just stepped into the Martial Soul Realm, if they can cultivate their own momentum, can make those of the same realm with weak wills back down with a single glance.

Physique and perceptiveness are both considered talents.

'Momentum' relies on your willpower, your absolute self-control, and your confidence. This is the best manifestation of martial will, allowing you to astound everyone the moment you appear.

I truly look forward to the day you stand before the countless Martial Artists of the Twelve Realms, causing a sensation with your first display, and ascending to the heavens with your next…"

In the small courtyard, the lean old man smiled heartily, dreaming of the future, while the young man sitting on a stool listened intently.

His senior brother and sister, peeking from the small building above, smiled, and outside the courtyard, the streets bustled with people and market cries echoed continuously.

「At the very center of the Outer Sky world.」

"Ice God, do you really think that Wu Wangzi will risk a direct confrontation with the Candle Dragon God to come here and save you?"

This was the edge of the mountain where the Candle Dragon was coiled, its draconic head suppressing the area.

Within the fiery caldera's lava lake, Divine Lights propped up a pale red cage. There were no figures inside the cage, but rather a diamond-shaped Ice Crystal.

Inside the Ice Crystal, Cang Xue's Primordial Spirit was curled up slightly, holding the divine bird.

The phantom of Emperor Shun was strolling here with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Ice Crystal.

Emperor Shun laughed. "You probably don't know that your son, Wu Wangzi, is currently contending with the old gods of the Kunlun Ruins. Do you know the origins of these old gods? They are remnants of the First Divine Age, manipulating the world's order from behind the scenes.

"Do you know why I chose to flee the Great Wilderness World?

"It's precisely because those old gods chose Wu Wangzi.

Opposing them will surely lead to no good end. Their profound reserves cannot be erased by a mere so-called Heavenly Dao framework.

"Cang Xue, an opportunity is now before you. Cooperate with me. I currently control the divine body of the Candle Dragon and possess the great formation techniques of Fu Xi.

"If you allow me to return to the Great Wilderness World, the first thing I will do is annihilate those old gods. Then, I will demand the Eastern Wilderness from Wu Wangzi, and we shall rule by dividing the territory.

"Hand over your Path of Ice, and I will grant you freedom."

Within the Ice Crystal, the figure remained quiet and still, showing no response.

Emperor Shun frowned slightly and then shook his head, saying indifferently, "If that's the case, once I fully integrate with the Candle Dragon's Divine Soul, you will no longer hold any value."

Just then, traces of water-blue radiance appeared outside the volcano; a familiar Great Dao encircled the area, seemingly in search of something.

Emperor Shun chuckled coldly. "Your father, it seems, is much more concerned about you than your son is. He's far more reliable."

As he finished speaking, Emperor Shun's figure completely vanished.

Inside the cage, Cang Xue opened her eyes from within the Ice Crystal, a trace of a cold smile crossed her lips, and she continued to cradle the divine bird, closing her eyes, nurturing her spirit.

Why was she so certain?

It wasn't for any other reason, purely because a voice was frantically shouting in the depths of Cang Xue's heart:

"Fake, fake, fake, fake! Emperor Shun's heart is thoroughly rotten! He's fallen to such a state and still thinks he can deceive Lady Cang Xue!"

Zhong's protection is always so reliable.

Outside this volcano, water-blue radiance gathered in the sky, condensing into a... water sphere.

The water sphere brought forth a tiny head with eyes and a nose, and it extended arms and legs within the sphere before cloaking itself with a cape.

This was none other than the famous 'Sphere' from Outer Sky—ahem, the Water God of the Five Elements Gods.

"Your Majesty," the Water God called softly. "Your Majesty?"

One of the Candle Dragon's eyes slowly opened, its deep voice resonating beside the Water God's ear.

"What is it?"

"Your Majesty," the Water God said softly, "regarding the theft at my God's Mansion, didn't you say you would give me an explanation? I have been waiting for several years now… Your Majesty, surely you haven't forgotten?"

"Hmph," the Candle Dragon said indifferently. "The theft of Ice God Cang Xue's true body was likely the work of that Emperor Shun. Emperor Shun has already fled to the void, waiting for me and your grandson to fight a decisive battle."

"This…"

The Water God muttered softly, "But this little god senses that my poor daughter seems to be in this world, perhaps not too far from here?"

The Candle Dragon's draconic head shook slightly, slowly lifting, the Divine Light in its eyes growing slightly sharper.

The Water God shivered and sighed. "This little god must have sensed wrongly."

"Go back. Conserve your spirit, and prepare for the great battle."

The Candle Dragon slowly closed his eyes.

"I command chaos. It must be the end of the world's order. Thereafter, amidst the chaos, a new order will be forged. At that time, I will relinquish everything, allowing gods and living beings to attain freedom.

"Freedom from the shackles of order."

"Yes," the Water God replied, bowing with some difficulty before slowly drifting away.

The Candle Dragon didn't notice the flicker of doubt that passed through the Water God's eyes as it departed.

Your Majesty, why have you changed so much?

With a soft sigh, its eyes full of worry, the Water God looked at this world, now mostly peaceful and tranquil. It withdrew its hands, feet, and head back into its spherical body, and then the water sphere quietly dispersed.

Leaving behind only a sigh:

"Time to go try my luck with the Martial God."

Inside the volcano, in the lava lake, within the Ice Crystal.

Cang Xue's Divine Soul pressed her forehead against the divine bird's, rubbing it gently.

Many miles away, in a small town at the edge of the Martial God's Liuli Divine Realm, a napping young girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Jin Wei blinked, a vague voice echoing in her heart, as if calling to her, saying something…

Don't be impatient. All is well. Take good care of yourself.

Was it a dream?

Jin Wei covered her mouth as she yawned, glanced at the high sun outside the window, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

Brother won't be back for a while yet. No need for me to get up in a rush.

「Six months later.」

The autumn air was crisp, white clouds drifted lazily, and gentle breezes had turned the leaves of the trees in and around the town yellow.

At noon, a crowd had gathered in front of the Town Guard General's mansion, the air filled with the clamor of gongs and drums.

Before the gate of the spacious three-courtyard mansion, a tournament stage had been erected. On it, two martial masters were striking poses at each other. Though no blows had yet been exchanged, their stances were already imposing.

From the back of the crowd, Jin Wei, with twin pigtails, sat on Aunt Qing's shoulders, joining the crowd in cheering.

To the left, a middle-aged martial master first executed White Crane Flashes Wings, then Black Tiger Snatches Heart, followed by a spinning Rabbit Kicks Eagle.

To the right, a portly martial master roared repeatedly, at one moment performing 'Tornado Destroys Parking Lot,' the next 'Black Crow Takes Flight.' He huffed and puffed like a bellows, and the surrounding townspeople repeatedly exclaimed at his prowess.

After posturing and shouting at each other from half a zhang apart, they turned as if by unspoken agreement and bowed with cupped hands to the largest section of the crowd in front.

Below, a martial master shouted, "Excellent!"

A few young men dressed as Martial Artists began to shout their approval energetically.

Seeing this, the townspeople quickly joined in the applause.

Why would martial masters actually fight? A slight misstep, a mere scrape could kill, a touch could injure.

Just as the townspeople thought this year's martial master exchange had come to an end, a middle-aged man in a long robe leaped to the front of the stage and cupped his hands in greeting to everyone present.

"Friends, I am Dong Gao. Although I don't often walk around town, I suppose I can barely call myself a martial master."

As Dong Gao finished speaking, he suddenly turned sideways and unleashed a whip kick.

CRACK! A sound like a thunderclap on a clear day, or like a rolling mine exploding on the ground during a thunderstorm, reverberated.

Not only the hundreds of spectating townspeople but even the several martial masters present, along with the local 'Town Guard General,' were stunned.

These martial masters naturally knew that Old Qiu who lived in the town was an important figure, and that Dong Gao was a Disciple who served Old Qiu. However, they truly hadn't expected Dong Gao's skill to be… even greater than all of theirs combined when they were younger.

Remembering how they had casually chatted and joked with this Dong Gao at the banquet earlier, the martial masters felt somewhat restless, their old faces flushing a bit.

Dong Gao said with a smile, "Today, taking this opportunity, let's gather the youngsters in town who are cultivating and have them spar with each other. Let them measure themselves against one another, fist to fist, foot to foot.

My master has offered a small prize: a drop of Essence Blood extracted from a thousand-year-old fierce beast!"

Dong Gao held the Jade Bottle high. "If consumed, this Essence Blood can increase one's strength by that of three bulls!"

The few martial masters exchanged glances, their eyes flickering with interest.

They had heard that Old Qiu would offer some good things but hadn't paid much attention, thinking at most it would be some Weapons or the like, given to children for play.

They had never imagined it would be the Essence Blood of a fierce beast—and a thousand-year-old one at that! For entry-level Martial Artists, this was an incredible supplement!

Two martial masters hurriedly ran into the mansion to pull aside their respective disciples and children to give them instructions.

Wu Wang was naturally also there.

His master had produced a drop of fierce Beast Blood precisely to let him experience what it felt like to contend with others.

This Beast Blood was originally intended for Wu Wang, but his master had set a rather demanding condition.

"To win, you must first learn to lose. In this match, you cannot win, nor can you lose. Furthermore, you can only use one Martial Technique."

Old Qiu had said this with a light chuckle, his expression slightly smug, as if to say, Heh, young man. Your master still knows how to handle you.

After today, his master would teach him the Unique Skill, Destroying Cloud Technique. Although this test was somewhat strange, Wu Wang still had to give it his all.

Wu Wang actually understood his master's intention.

Neither winning nor losing meant he had to force a draw with his opponent.

In this small town where one constantly bumped into familiar faces, offending people was always somewhat regrettable. His master was teaching him how to bide his time and conceal his brilliance.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be buffeted by the wind. This competition, seemingly a contest of Martial Arts, was ultimately about navigating human relationships and social intricacies.

My master's wisdom is truly extraordinary.

Then, a voice came from the stage outside the mansion:

"Junior Brother, come to the stage! Your opponent today is no simple character!"

Wu Wang took a deep breath and was about to walk briskly outside, but he had only taken a few steps when he heard several calls from the side.

"Brother!"

"Big Brother! Big Brother, slow down, Big Brother!"

It was several young cultivators from the town who had gathered, hiding behind a door panel, whispering to him:

"Brother, please go easy on us later on stage! We can't take much of a beating!"

"Our master said that although the Beast Blood is good, we definitely can't beat a Disciple of Old Qiu."

"Big Brother, be gentle! Afterwards, I'll treat you to a meal! At the best tavern in town—I'll even steal my dad's best wine for you!"

Wu Wang's Dao heart twitched a few times.

Wait, isn't today supposed to be my debut battle, the one to make my name? How did it turn into this?!

So, those two martial masters had run over earlier to tell their disciples not to be blinded by the Beast Blood and to clearly recognize the gap between themselves and him.

"Rest assured, everyone."

Wu Wang's lips twitched. With his left hand behind his back, he gave them a thumbs-up.

Those young men immediately breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly cupped their hands towards Wu Wang.

Then, Wu Wang took a nimble leap forward, landing steadily beside Senior Brother Dong Gao. He cupped his hands in salute to all sides.

"Good!"

Uncle Shan's booming voice startled many children, making their eyes redden.

"Brother!" Jin Wei waved her small hands vigorously. "You have to win!"