This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 473 - 471: Accidentally Became the Great Demon King 【Medium!】

"HISS! It hurts! Slow down, Senior Brother!"

In the attic, Wu Wang, with a bruised face, sat in front of the dressing table, while Dong Gao tended to his swollen arm, massaging it to reduce the swelling.

Somehow, Dong Gao found this very satisfying.

This past half year he'd truly been 'bullied' by this little Junior Brother!

Having an astonishing physique was one thing, but having an even more monstrous aptitude filled them with dread. Day after day he harried them with those abstruse questions, making Dong Gao want to ask his little Junior Brother—why can't you wait until you become a Martial Emperor and comprehend these things on your own?

He just had to rub it in, didn't he? Had to keep prodding them!

"HISS—Senior Brother, that hurts! I can do it myself!"

"Bear with it!"

Dong Gao spoke seriously, "A man, especially one destined to stand with his back to the masses, can't cry out in pain over such superficial wounds."

Wu Wang managed an ugly grin.

Mainly because you're pressing too hard!

In the next room, Chun Luan pulled her left hand out of her sleeve while Qiu Li helped her gently massage the bruises, a look of gloom on her face.

"Where did Master find such a remarkable disciple?"

Chun Luan muttered, "When sparring with him, I felt constrained before I released the suppression on my own power. Every move and stance seemed anticipated by him."

Qiu Li laughed. "This is our little Junior Brother's perceptiveness. Do you know what he has gone through this past half year?"

"What has he gone through?" Chun Luan was somewhat curious.

"He has been suppressed by my father, forbidden to practice Martial Techniques before noon each day, only allowed to diligently cultivate and absorb Spiritual Energy. Only after noon is he allowed to ponder and deduce Martial Techniques."

Qiu Li sighed. "He learned all the Martial Techniques my Junior Brother and I know in half a month. It's a relief that my father had a large collection of technique manuals from his younger days; otherwise, we wouldn't even know what to teach him.

Our little Junior Brother has been able to infer other techniques from one piece and has started to create his own. Especially his use of force has won my father's endless praise."

Qiu Li lowered her voice and whispered, "My father even said something inappropriate—that our little Junior Brother could be the reincarnation of the Martial God."

Chun Luan was puzzled. "Does Teacher think so highly of our little Junior Brother?"

"Absolutely, he cherishes him more than his own daughter!" Qiu Li complained gloomily.

Just as Chun Luan was about to inquire more about Junior Brother Qing Shan, Old Qiu's voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Chun Luan, come to your Master's room."

"Yes, Master!"

Chun Luan jumped up quickly, adjusted the cloth wrapping her chest, put on her cloth armor, and hurried out the door.

Qiu Li wanted to remind Chun Luan but then thought better of it. As the eldest among them and the most beloved by their father, not to mention already a high-level practitioner in the Martial Spirit Realm, their father probably wouldn't scold her too harshly... right?

Before long, Qiu Li heard her own father's roaring from the attic:

"Got some guts, have you? Grown some skills, is that it? Now that you're a General, do you think you can disregard your own Sect, huh?

To exert such force in a fight with your Junior Brother who's just stepped into the Martial Master Realm! What, are you jealous because your Master took on a younger disciple?

Do you have no sense of measure?

If word gets out that a genius was saddled with hidden injuries by his own Senior Sister at the start of his cultivation and then got stuck before the big threshold of the Martial Soul Realm, stuck at the chasm before the Martial Spirit Realm, would that sound good to you?

How many more years do I have left to live? How many more times can I scold you? You feel aggrieved, do you? What is there for you to feel wronged about?

Going all out against your Junior Brother, a mere Martial Master, and winning—does that make you proud?"

"Master... I was wrong..."

"You know you're wrong? Why didn't you think to spare your Junior Brother when you raised your hand against him!"

Qiu Li pursed her lips and shook her head, tidying up the bottles and jars. Thinking of her usually tenacious and brave Eldest Sister looking so wronged, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle softly.

Fortunately, the room where Wu Wang was being treated was quite a distance away, and he didn't hear such scolding at the moment.

Otherwise, he might feel guilty, thinking of how to make it up to his Eldest Sister, which would inevitably lead to pampering, thereby initiating a somewhat burdensome flirty phase for Wu Wang.

That was something Wu Wang wanted to avoid for now.

Only children want it all.

Adults understand... just wanting 'the two' is easily unattainable.

Tonight the Teacher was hosting a feast, and tomorrow he would impart a unique skill. After giving it some thought, Wu Wang went to request that Jin Wei also be allowed to stay for the night.

He actually wanted Jin Wei to take a master too, but he worried that her talent was so outstanding it might not be entirely appropriate.

It didn't matter whether Jin Wei was strong or weak; after all, she was the embodiment of Jingwei, a mere soul thread, without any benefits to Jingwei herself.

—This was like Jingwei's physical body being trapped while the Primordial Spirit roamed; when they reunited, Little Jin Wei would become part of Jingwei's memories and life experiences.

Wu Wang had his avatar stay by Jin Wei's side for two reasons. Firstly, to prevent Jingwei from being wronged. Secondly, he feared that Little Jin Wei might grow fond of other men as she grew up, which would cause Jingwei great emotional turmoil.

I had better handle this myself.

「At dusk, after receiving Old Qiu's permission, Wu Wang hurried out and jogged all the way back home.」

He brought Uncle Shan and Aunt Qing a lotus leaf-wrapped Zhu Zhu, two pounds of braised meat, and a few big pancakes, as promised that morning, so they needn't tire themselves cooking after a long day's work.

In the past six months, Uncle Shan and Aunt Qing had been busy as well. They had indeed set up a shop, but instead of selling pelts, they were doing carpentry.

There had been no dedicated carpenter in town, but with the skills taught by Wu Wang, Uncle Shan became one.

The carpentry shop was thriving, yet they still didn't share the same bed.

Aunt Qing was willing, but felt unworthy of Uncle Shan and worried that the curse of 'husband-dooming' might strike again.

Uncle Shan was also interested, but afraid that he might come across too eager and put Aunt Qing off.

After all, they were both still young, having trod only one-fifth or one-sixth of the Outer Sky Human race's lifespan. They had plenty of time ahead.

Wu Wang already had plans for Uncle Shan and Aunt Qing. All they needed to do now was stay safe. Once he had dealt with Emperor Shun and the Candle Dragon, extended the Heavenly Dao into this world, they would be considered contributors to the Heavenly Dao and could spend tens of thousands of years in the Celestial Court without issues.

Of course, that was predicated on him finding a way to overcome the great disaster.

Passing by an alley and approaching the main gate, Wu Wang found a corner to stop and touched his face, causing the scars to disappear instantly.

A stream of pure and abundant Spiritual Energy flowed within Wu Wang, then vanished without a trace.

Wu Wang, in fact, had concealed his true realm.

Unable to help it and having crossed the initial threshold of Martial Arts cultivation, with one cultivation experience under his belt, he directly borrowed more mature cultivation methods from the Human Domain.

Over the past six months, every time he advanced three small realms, he concealed one.

From his Master to his Senior Brothers and Sisters, everyone thought he had just reached the first level of the Martial Master Realm. In actuality, Wu Wang had long since achieved the fifth level of the Martial Master Realm, and there were no significant bottlenecks in sight for his advancements.

But Wu Wang had begun to slow down his absorption of Spiritual Power.

There was no other reason; in the last six months, Wu Wang had come to appreciate the benefits of solid and steady progress in his cultivation.

His understanding of the world, living beings, and the Great Dao was more meticulous and more profound. When he was weak, he could feel the oppressive force that the world exerted on living beings more acutely and gradually understood why the old gods were so fearful of the world developing its own will.

If the world were to develop its own will, living beings, no matter how powerful, would merely be parasites on the body of the world.

"My understanding of the world is still far from sufficient. If I haven't yet grasped the path beneath my feet, why bother gazing into the distant fog?"

Wu Wang murmured, hope also rising in his heart.

The path to overcoming the great disaster might just be hidden behind these subtle intricacies.

「As night fell, Wu Wang took Jin Wei to his Teacher's house, where they would stay the night.」

Although Jin Wei had grown taller, she still looked like a girl in her early teens. Tonight, however, she was dressed more 'maturely,' wearing a long skirt purchased from the tailor and a wooden hairpin Wu Wang himself had made.

She was polite to others, sweetly calling them Teacher, Brother, Sister, but those spirited big eyes always betrayed a touch of childish mischief.

Two square tables were joined to form a long one. Old Qiu was seated at the head. Chun Luan, Qiu Li, and Dong Gao sat on the right. Wu Wang, with Jin Wei, sat on the left, and the two youngest disciples, Fu Er and Mo Feng, sat at the end.

The four adults drank while the four young people drank tea.

Although Wu Wang craved wine, his Teacher's rules were strict. He was not to touch a drop of alcohol until he was twenty.

Luckily, the dinner party was lavish, with the well-off Sister Qiu Li directly bringing the town's best chef home to prepare a balanced meal of meat and vegetable dishes.

In the soft light cast by the glowing night stones, three generations shared stories and laughter, creating an exceptionally harmonious atmosphere.

Looking at Wu Wang, Chun Luan felt a surge of emotion. Having taken off her Battle Armor, undone her chest wrap, and switched to a long dress, the Eldest Sister exuded a wild, feminine aura.

Her bosom was not just ample—it was almost majestic.

Had Chun Luan's figure appeared in front of Lin Suqing, the latter could have outright 'reported it to the Heavenly Dao' for being too imposing.

Raising a glass of wine, she said, "Little Junior Brother, I was too forceful today. Don't take it to heart. Your Senior Sister owes you a Weapon. Later, when you seek me out, I'll take you to the best Blacksmith in the Luili Realm!"

"Thank you, Senior Sister," Wu Wang replied with a smile. "I wouldn't have guessed that my Eldest Senior Sister had already reached the Martial Spirit Realm."

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Chun Luan dismissed with a wave of her hand, a smile still on her face. "Just practice diligently, and you'll surely surpass your Senior Sister in the future."

Qiu Li laughed. "Eldest Sister, you're always this modest."

Setting down her bowl, Chun Luan tapped Qiu Li on the head and said, "What, can't I give our little Junior Brother some encouragement?"

Qiu Li, who had always shown a mature and intellectual side in front of Wu Wang, was giggling like a little girl, as if she had found a new sense of reliance in her heart.

The atmosphere between these fellow disciples was quite good indeed.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter... where had Summer gone?

Of course, Wu Wang wouldn't abruptly ask. The hidden scars on his seniors' bodies were enough to suggest that they had lived through some ordeal in the past, and 'Summer' might not be around anymore.

"Little Luan," Old Qiu had trouble swallowing after a few bites, a sign of advanced age and lack of appetite.

He said, "Why don't you and your little Junior Brother discuss the Twelve Realms' grand competition that takes place every fifty years and the conflicts our Martial God's Twelve Realms have had with other realms."

"Yes, Teacher." Chun Luan bowed with clasped hands, her face solemn.

She said, "Little Junior Brother, I'll tell you about the Twelve Realms Grand Tournament first, as it concerns every aspect of our Martial God's Twelve Realms. Do you know what the Martial God's Twelve Realms are?"

Wu Wang solemnly replied, "The Martial God has twelve Divine Spirits as followers, who have established the Twelve Realms."

"Indeed," Chun Luan said, "the Martial God is one of the few Divine Spirits with the greatest strength among the gods. The twelve revered gods created Divine Realms for the purpose of training warriors.

There is a Land Beyond the Skies outside of the heavens and the earth, which harbors countless Demons from other realms. They may invade our world at any moment to seize our land, leaving us with nowhere to call home.

The Demons from other realms are extremely ferocious and possess appearances not much different from ours.

If we are able to accumulate enough strength, we have the chance to retake the other world that the Demons from other realms have occupied and solve the current predicament. This is the fundamental purpose of our diligent cultivation."

Wu Wang nodded gravely.

Well, isn't this Heavenly Emperor of his acting like a demon king now?

The Martial God and the other gods of the Outer Sky have done a fine job controlling the thoughts of sentient beings.

Wu Wang asked, "What is the predicament?"

"The biggest predicament is the land beneath our feet," Chun Luan sighed.

"According to rumors, this world was only temporarily opened by the supreme god Candle Dragon. Our original world was overtaken by Demons from other realms.

The temporarily created world lacks many things. Even though the gods granted beings the utmost freedom—making the wind gentle and the rain sufficient to moisten everywhere—most of the land is infertile.

You see many villages scattered throughout the mountains and forests. That's because they can only survive through hunting.

Moreover, if the villages are too densely distributed, the insects, fish, and animals would quickly go extinct, and all the villages would soon collapse."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wang nodded slightly, deep in thought.

Actually, this problem is easy to solve—just have the Heavenly Dao complete the rules of the Land Beyond the Skies.

Wu Wang asked, "What does this have to do with the Twelve Realms Grand Tournament held once every fifty years?"

Chun Luan replied solemnly, "Many adjacent Divine Realms, even without erupting into outright war, have been raiding each other over the years. They maintain only minimal harmony because the gods have decreed that we must devote our efforts to combat the Demons from other realms.

But who doesn't want their families to survive?

And after satisfying basic needs, who doesn't want to live a little better?"

Old Qiu let out a sigh. "Personal desires will ultimately devour everything."

"For instance," Chun Luan continued, "we can enjoy such fine food here, even to the point of having more than we can eat and not worrying about the next meal, simply because our Martial God's Twelve Realms are rather strong, constantly receiving tributes from other Divine Realms."

Wu Wang fell silent.

Chun Luan went on, "In order for the Twelve Realms to continue flourishing, the Martial God used supreme Divine Power to create a small world, where a large quantity of grain and ores are produced each year and distributed to the Twelve Realms.

The distribution of these goods is determined by the Twelve Realms Grand Tournament.

During each Grand Tournament, the realms that rank higher get more, while those that rank lower get less.

The Martial God uses this to keep the beings of the Twelve Realms motivated to aim higher and not become complacent.

Our Luili Realm has ranked near the bottom for three consecutive tournaments.

From what I understand, once our stored grain is depleted, it will inevitably lead to widespread famine.

Therefore, the Luili Realm has begun to control its population…"

Little Jin Wei couldn't help but speak up, "Aren't gods omnipotent? Can't the gods conjure plenty of grain?"

Wu Wang sighed internally. For Divine Spirits, the purpose of these Divine Realms was simply for their recuperation.

Old Qiu murmured quietly, "If they were given an abundance of grain, how could Martial Artists maintain their fighting spirit? Everyone would gradually become corrupt and degenerate, which is surely not what the Martial God anticipates."

The three Senior Brothers and Sisters sitting across from Wu Wang had a slight change in their expressions.

The words of the Teacher were a bit forbidden, but fortunately, they were spoken at their Sect's family banquet.

Mo Feng, the youngest in seniority, pondered thoughtfully and subconsciously nodded.

Fu Er thought, 'Whenever my Junior Brother chews, his jawline is always so perfect.'

Chun Luan sighed. "That's roughly the situation. You should be able to imagine, Junior Brother, how countless open and covert struggles break out before each Twelve Realms Grand Tournament."

Dong Gao said in a low voice, "Your Senior Sister Qiu Li and I were ruined by the schemes of other Divine Realms."

Wu Wang frowned. "Senior Brother, who is the enemy?"

The atmosphere at the table suddenly hushed.

Qiu Li's pretty face was pallid as Dong Gao just picked up his cup and drank it off in one gulp.

Old Qiu sighed. "It's my lack of discernment in judging character that led wolves into our house, teaching a good disciple who, forty-two years ago, caused the demise of numerous talents in our Luili Realm."

Mo Feng asked, "Grandmaster, could it be that you're referring to the ambush on the Martial Artists sent from the Luili Realm before the great competition forty-two years ago..."

"Mo Feng." Chun Luan quietly admonished, causing Mo Feng to fall into silence immediately.

"It does no harm to tell these matters to the younger generation," said Old Qiu, his eyes carrying a hint of moisture.

Chun Luan said, "Every time we participate in the Twelve Realms' great competition, it's like passing through the gates of hell. The Luili Realm also sends people to assassinate young talents from other realms. Everyone is doing the same to each other. It's like the pot calling the kettle black.

Forty-two years ago, the Luili Realm dispatched twelve batches of real and fake Martial Artists. Among them, only three batches had young participants who were headed to the competition, including two prodigies who had reached the third rank of Martial Spirit Realm before the age of eighty.

They were the ones who were targeted."

Qiu Li said, "The condition to join the great competition is to be under the age of eighty."

Dong Gao continued, speaking with relative calm, "At that time, your Senior Sister Qiu Li and I were ordered by our Master to act as decoy participants to confuse the enemy. Our talents were only average at best.

There was also a Senior Brother accompanying us, named Xia Da. He was a pawn placed by another Divine Realm and led the ambush to us midway.

The most ridiculous part is that we were the real target, yet he successfully poisoned us."

Qiu Li sighed. "After leaving the Luili Realm, six Martial Emperor Realm powerhouses ambushed our group. It seemed that even Martial Gods were confronting each other in the background.

As a result, except for me and Junior Brother Dong, whose arm and leg were crippled respectively... the others, including a genius of the third rank of Martial Spirit Realm, all perished."

"In the last competition, our Luili Divine Realm could have made it into the top five."

"But now, we are forced to prepare," Chun Luan said in a low voice, "to abandon several tribes of different races on the border and expel them from the realm."

Wu Wang thought for a moment and then suddenly asked, "Is Senior Brother Xia still alive?"

Several people nodded gently.

Qiu Li said, "He is clever and talented, not much different from you. Having performed great merits, he surely received a grand reward and may even appear in the competition eight years from now."

"I will bring him before my Senior Brother and Sister, to let him know that doing wrong requires paying a price," Wu Wang said in a low voice before bowing his head to pick up food as if he hadn't said anything.

Dong Gao raised his hand and knocked on Wu Wang's forehead, scolding with a smile, "You should focus on your cultivation first! Why worry about the competition eight years from now? You should be thinking about the one after the next!"

The Master said softly, "Qing Shan."

"Disciple is here."

"And Mo Feng, Fu Er."

"Disciple is here!"

"Letting Xiao Luan tell you these things is to remind you that the Twelve Realms engage in overt conflict and covert struggle, and strong enemies from outside the realms are eyeing us covetously."

Old Qiu said warmly, "You need not be afraid. The competition after the next will happen to be held in our Luili Divine Realm. There is still much time for you.

The competition eight years from now may result in some tough situations even if we lose.

In the competition fifty-eight years from now, if one or two of you can represent the Luili Realm and achieve great success, then there could be nothing better.

Strive on. I am already old. My talent is limited, and my lifetime achievements are modest. But your futures are boundless.

Press forward! I raise my cup to you!"

"Teacher."

"Grandmaster!"

Wu Wang and Mo Feng quickly stood up, while Fu Er was half a beat slow.

Old Qiu drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, his eyes filled with a hint of desolation, vastness, a touch of melancholy, and an indissoluble sense of regret.

Wu Wang stood quietly for a moment, took a cup of wine, and drank it with his head tipped back.

This journey of cultivation in the Land Beyond the Skies suddenly gained an additional dash of motivation.

「The night was deep and quiet.」

As there were not enough rooms in the small building, Wu Wang and Mo Feng lay on the floor, with their drunken Senior Brother Dong Gao asleep on the bed.

The two young men lay side by side, unable to sleep, and began to whisper, discussing matters of cultivation, surprisingly finding that they had compatible temperaments.

In the adjoining room, Fu Er was getting ready to dress Little Jin Wei in a thin gauze dress, which scared the latter into running around frantically, eliciting light laughter from Qiu Li.

「On the rooftop of the small building.」

Chun Luan sat quietly in her long dress. She held a wine jug in her hand, gazing at the full moon with a fixated look.

The spout of the wine jug had already turned cold, missing the warmth that lips once brought to it.