This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 474 - 472: First Encounter with Grandpa, Martial God Stirs [Large Cup!]

"This Martial Nephew Mo Feng really has spirit," Wu Wang yawned continuously as he walked out of his master's courtyard and ran towards the town outskirts, picking up speed gradually.

They had talked all night, all about matters of Martial Arts cultivation. Wu Wang had also fulfilled his duty as a Martial Uncle by giving Mo Feng some advice. As long as his Martial Nephew Mo Feng went back and walked step by step on the path he had pointed out, he would certainly achieve something great. A leader of the Heavenly Dao still needed to have that much confidence.

Dawn was just breaking. The streets of the town were empty and quiet, the coolness of the early morning seeping into his body, swiftly awakening Wu Wang.

Juggling matters both within the Heavenly Dao and in the Outer Sky was truly exhausting.

The pace at which the Heavenly Dao had been excavating Great Daos had notably quickened recently, and so had the speed at which Wu Wang's true self grasped these Great Daos.

Indeed, as the Heavenly Dao itself grew stronger, the speed of "research and development" for a new Great Dao naturally accelerated. At this rate, mastering the Three Thousand Great Daos before the great calamity arrived would not be a difficult task.

But regarding his comprehension of the Ten Thousand Stars, Wu Wang had hit a bottleneck.

If the starry sky were but nothingness, and one could only comprehend the Star Sky Grand Dao from the whole—as the Dao of the Star God was—then how was he to find a sliver of life among the Ten Thousand Stars?

Everything is nothingness.

Yet, everything is also reality.

Had Zhong arranged for his incarnation to start cultivation anew with the Martial God with some kind of 'intent' in mind?

This increasingly mischievous Little Zhong must have witnessed him survive the Heaven and Earth calamity twice. It was very likely she knew the truth about the calamity, yet she had always guided him to comprehend it, to experience it.

The reason was that Little Zhong herself was unable to resolve the calamity...

From the beginning, she had always only been helping him, her master.

Wu Wang understood this. So, after his incarnation arrived in the Outer Sky, he had dedicated himself to cultivation, becoming especially diligent and assiduous. He needed to increase his strength quickly. Every second counted; if he could gain control over the Outer Sky sooner, his chances of success in the future might improve.

"Time waits for no one."

Wu Wang murmured, already running into the small woods outside the town.

Amidst the slight chill of an autumn morning, he undid his outerwear, leaving only a short shirt. He lifted his hands and slowly pressed down. Streams of Spiritual Power materialized around him, forming intricate runes that branded themselves onto Wu Wang's back and the soles of his feet.

In an instant, it felt as though he was carrying a small mountain, yet his feet barely exerted any pressure on the ground.

"HA!"

With a loud shout, Wu Wang instantly became much more spirited. His body darted left and right, a seemingly simple set of boxing moves whipped up a storm-like aura, producing thunderous cracks.

However, Wu Wang, who had previously achieved feats like summoning wind and rain, riding clouds and mists, and even uttering words that became law by virtue of the Heavenly Dao, found little joy in this current practice.

Perhaps this was the downside of "speed running."

In the Great Wilderness World, with Zhong's assistance, Wu Wang had swiftly risen to the position of Heavenly Emperor, standing above the Great Dao, wielding the Heavenly Dao, and commanding the Celestial Court. The problem that followed was that on this current timeline, Wu Wang himself was perfect in every aspect, yet his mental fortitude and experience were insufficient. Hence, this trial and cultivation in the Outer Sky.

So even though Wu Wang might not feel joy, he still had to take things one step at a time, ensuring he walked this path firmly.

Cultivate the practice, cultivate the heart, cultivate oneself.

During this process, relying on his 'little bit' of experience, was it unreasonable for him to begin strengthening his incarnation's Divine Soul in advance while tempering his body, thereby supplementing the deficiencies of Martial Arts? No, it was very reasonable.

Taking a light breath, Wu Wang closed his eyes. Wisps of Spiritual Sense spread out from around him, enveloping the entire town. He felt the flow of his own Spiritual Power and the movement of Spiritual Energy between Heaven and Earth. Pushing his hands gently forward, his muscles alternating between relaxation and tension, he began to practice the 'Taiji Fist' he had created himself.

A moment later, his palms pushed Spiritual Energy, and his fists struck empty air. The Spiritual Energy within a ten-mile radius began to rotate in circles. A faint smile appeared on Wu Wang's lips; he felt entirely comfortable and content.

Those great ancestors from Blue Star.

「...」

Mo Feng had never felt such pressure before. A peer, slightly younger than himself, who had only formally begun cultivation six months ago, possessed a far deeper understanding of Martial Techniques than he did.

And the more he interacted with his Junior Martial Uncle, the more shocked Mo Feng felt.

Could this really be a youth who came from a hunter's background and grew up in the mountains?

He felt that even those children who had served by the Liuli God's side from a young age probably didn't possess such a profound understanding of Martial Arts.

Their conversation that had lasted throughout the previous night had truly been enlightening for Mo Feng.

Initially, although Mo Feng verbally asked Wu Wang for guidance, deep down he was somewhat prideful. He thought that since his own cultivation realm was still more profound, he could actually give his Junior Martial Uncle some guidance and share some experience.

But once Wu Wang genuinely advised him, explained the rudiments of Spiritual Power tides within a Martial Artist's body, corrected several of Mo Feng's force exertion techniques, and unerringly pointed out more than a dozen weaknesses in the linkage of Mo Feng's moves...

Gradually, Mo Feng started to feel unwell.

Could his Junior Martial Uncle truly be the reincarnation of the Martial God?

How could his understanding of Martial Arts be even higher than his own master's?

Even more outrageous was what happened when Mo Feng, harboring such doubts, went to his master, Chun Luan. She then smilingly recounted their Junior Martial Uncle's so-called 'outrageous childhood experiences.'

"Your Junior Martial Uncle is a prodigy; don't compare yourself to him. Your Grandmaster once had people investigate your Junior Martial Uncle's background, how he grew up these years..."

"Is there something unusual about Junior Martial Uncle's origins?" Mo Feng couldn't help but become anxious.

Chun Luan shook her head and, patting Mo Feng's head, spoke gently, "Don't spread this around; it would be bad for your Junior Martial Uncle's reputation. Before he turned eight... he was an imbecile."

"COUGH! COUGH, COUGH!"

"This?"

"Your Junior Martial Uncle grew up in a village nestled in a valley, raised by two hunters who have now settled in the town. Little Jin Wei is not blood-related to him; they just call each other brother and sister."

Chun Luan said with a smile, "Your Martial Uncle Qiu is the most familiar with this family and has discreetly inquired into many things. Your Junior Martial Uncle doesn't have many secrets. It can only be said that he is a fine talent bestowed by the Martial God upon our Luili Realm. Actually, every few hundred years, it's possible for such beings to be born, possessing extraordinary aptitude and strong comprehension, who then rise rapidly to become the pillar of a realm. There have been such instances before. Once you've seen more of this, naturally, you won't find it strange anymore."

"Yes, Teacher, your disciple understands," Mo Feng bowed his head in response. "It's just that Junior Martial Uncle is so outstanding that I'm finding it a bit hard to adapt."

Chun Luan said, "Spend some more time with your Junior Martial Uncle. We're only staying here for three more days. I suddenly received a military summons; the border is somewhat unstable."

"Only three more days?"

"Later on, your Grandmaster will impart the Destroying Cloud Technique. Learn as much as you can, and don't worry if you can't master it," Chun Luan said with a smile. "I mastered it long ago. It's one of my hidden trump techniques that I don't usually reveal."

"Understood."

Just as Mo Feng was about to excuse himself, he heard his master murmuring in a low voice, "Your Martial Uncle Qiu and Martial Uncle Dong have been praising your Junior Martial Uncle to the skies. When I demonstrate the Destroying Cloud Technique later, we'll see how much he can grasp on the first day."

Mo Feng, deep in thought, felt a competitive spirit rising within him. He too would observe carefully later to see if he could comprehend such an exceptional technique!

Mo Feng left his master's side and found a large, flat rock in a corner of the courtyard. He sat cross-legged upon it and began to meditate on the circulation of his Spiritual Power, his diligence quite extraordinary. He was working hard to relax his spiritual mind and cultivate his spirit, to receive his Grandmaster's Destroying Cloud Technique in the best possible state.

「About an hour passed like this.」

The sun had risen high, and two white clouds drifted across the sky. The wooden front door of Old Qiu's house was slowly pulled open. Old Qiu stepped out, hands clasped behind his back, a proud smile on his lips, looking much more vigorous than usual. Obviously, the old master had also spent half a day preparing.

"Everyone, come to the courtyard. We'll go outside the town to avoid disturbing others."

Wooden doors opened one after another, and Old Qiu's three disciples—Chun Luan, Qiu Li, and Dong Gao—headed out together. Fu Er and Jin Wei, having already readied themselves, followed behind Qiu Li.

Mo Feng jumped up from his meditative posture and looked around, puzzled. "Where's my Junior Martial Uncle?"

"He must have gone to practice his boxing," Old Qiu replied with a smile. "Come, let's go find him."

Jin Wei asked in a whisper, "When did my brother leave? I didn't hear anything."

"He went to cultivate before dawn," Qiu Li said with a smile. "He comes here every morning, always drenched in sweat."

"Talent only determines the upper limit of your potential," Old Qiu said slowly. "To reach that limit faster, and to have more opportunities to break through it, requires ceaseless effort, day and night. Your Junior Martial Uncle is much more diligent than your master was in his youth."

Clad in Battle Armor and carrying a long spear, Chun Luan complained softly, "Master, please stop talking about how I was when I was young. Am I not still young now?"

"Hahaha," Old Qiu laughed heartily while stroking his beard, his voice quite robust.

Dong Gao arranged two ox carts, which carried everyone leisurely towards the hills and woods outside the town. Along the streets and lanes, only a few pedestrians were about. Accustomed to the bustling scenes of a large city, Mo Feng and Fu Er felt the tranquility and leisure of the small town, and their hearts grew more serene. Time moved slowly here, the days stretched long, and everyone could support themselves by doing one thing well.

"It seems that no matter how many times we lose in the Grand Competition of the Twelve Realms, it doesn't affect life here," Mo Feng said softly.

"Yes," Chun Luan said. "It's those cities with large populations of our clansmen that are truly anxious... And it's the same in every realm; only those large cities are considered true cities, worthy of notice by the higher-ups. These small towns and villages might as well not exist."

Mo Feng didn't know what to say, feeling a bit powerless.

Seeing his reaction, Old Qiu cheerfully said, "You can ask Qing Shan about this issue."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

Mo Feng replied respectfully, his master's words echoing in his mind.

'Your Junior Martial Uncle was an imbecile until he was eight.'

An imbecile? No, this might just be the legendary state of 'Innate Perfection and Freedom.' My Junior Martial Uncle was a naturally gifted Martial Artist, so his behavior seemed strange and odd to others. Yes, that must be it!

Mo Feng's eyes gradually filled with fervor, wishing he could immediately go and squat beside his Junior Martial Uncle Qing Shan to meticulously study his cultivation method.

After an unknown amount of time, Dong Gao said with a smile, "We've arrived."

Up ahead on the hillside, Wu Wang came jogging down to meet them, his open chest glistening with sweat.

Jin Wei instantly perked up, leaping off the ox cart and rushing towards Wu Wang, laughing heartily, though for what reason was unclear. Children are like that.

Wu Wang lifted Little Jin Wei and spun her around twice, eliciting continuous shrieks from her.

One by one, the rest of the group disembarked from the ox cart. When Qiu Li and Chun Luan tried to support Old Qiu, he waved them away. This old martial master, increasingly unwilling to submit to age, now paced briskly up the hillside with his hands behind his back, his Spiritual Power flowing in a way it hadn't for a long time.

Wu Wang walked up to greet him, respectfully calling out, "Teacher."

Old Qiu found a spot in the shade of a tree and summoned his disciples and grand-disciples before him. He began to explain Martial Arts, imparting the Destroying Cloud Technique. Wu Wang activated his Divine Soul's power to monitor their surroundings, meticulously analyzing the meaning behind every word his teacher said.

Suddenly, he felt two fervent gazes on him.

Little Jin Wei isn't even an adolescent yet, how could she already be showing signs of a crush?

Wu Wang turned his head to glance, and several dark lines appeared on his forehead.

Ugh, it was Mo Feng.

If it had been Fu Er, Wu Wang might have felt uncomfortable but could have reluctantly accepted it. But Mo Feng... a handsome young man...

"Junior Martial Uncle."

Taking advantage of Old Qiu pausing to drink water, Mo Feng called out softly.

"What is it?" Wu Wang subconsciously edged half an inch away from him.

Mo Feng took a deep breath, lowered his voice even more, and asked in a hushed tone, "Were you an imbecile when you were little?"

"COUGH! COUGH, COUGH!"

Old Qiu choked on his water.

Wu Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. So that was it. He had worried that this boy, Mo Feng...

"Sort of," Wu Wang said with a chuckle. "Others laugh at me for being utterly mad; I laugh at them for not seeing the truth. Perhaps in the eyes of others, I was an imbecile, but sometimes, I was merely following nature."

Mo Feng clenched his fists in excitement, his gaze towards Wu Wang growing even more fervent.

"Alright, alright, you two young fellows stop whispering," Old Qiu said calmly. "Let me explain the Destroying Cloud Technique to you and then demonstrate it."

Chun Luan quickly said, "Teacher, let me demonstrate. Don't strain your vitality and blood."

"Ah, it's no matter," Old Qiu laughed. "Your skill isn't there yet. I'll circulate my energy a few times beforehand."

Wu Wang hesitated, wanting to speak, but ultimately decided to respect his teacher's wishes.

What Wu Wang didn't know was that not far above their heads, on a slowly drifting cloud, two figures sat, drinking wine and listening to music, thoroughly at ease. Unfortunately, the Divine Soul strength of Wu Wang's incarnation wasn't particularly strong. Even if his Spiritual Sense could detect the cloud, he wouldn't be able to see through the illusion concealing them.

One of the two figures had an average build, his body bulging with muscles. He sported a full beard, wore golden Battle Armor, and emanated a strong masculine presence. The other was as round as a ball... or rather, he *was* a ball.

At that moment, both gods were downing cup after cup of wine. The Innate God in Battle Armor let out a light sigh, while the spherical god's eyes were filled with emotion.

"Water God," the robust man sighed, "if you have something to say, just say it. How much of my wine have you drunk? And with that gloomy look on your face! If you want to drink, just say so. I'll make sure you have your fill, alright?"

"Sigh."

The Water God said, "I hardly know where to begin."

"What's the matter?" the Martial God asked in confusion.

"My daughter..."

"What's wrong with Sister Cang Xue?" The Martial God's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward slightly. "Tell me, has Sister Cang Xue returned?"

"Yes," the Water God sighed. "She returned, but now she's gone."

As he spoke, the Water God picked up a cup of wine and gulped it down. His round face, usually gentle even in sorrow, was now etched with turmoil.

The Water God said, "In the Great Wilderness World, didn't Emperor Shun lose to that new Heavenly Emperor, Eastern Emperor Taiyi?"

"I'm also worried about that," the Martial God sighed. "The day Eastern Emperor Taiyi clashed with the gods within the Heavens, I felt it too. Good heavens, this Eastern Emperor Taiyi is truly extraordinary. He incorporated hundreds of Great Daos into his own Dao, something unprecedented and likely never to be repeated."

"My grandson," the Water God muttered softly.

The Martial God blinked. "What?"

"My grandson," the Water God repeated. "Eastern Emperor Taiyi is Cang Xue's child."

The Martial God's eyes widened, his aura nearly erupting as he ground his teeth and exclaimed, "Cang Xue got married!?"

"Ah," the Water God murmured. "She found her beloved in the Great Wilderness World. He's from the Human race."

"I—!"

The Martial God pounded his chest a couple of times, then heaved a deep sigh. "It's a good thing I didn't bet everything on Sister Cang Xue back then. There were other girls I fancied. Let's drink... drink to her happiness... Wait, did you say Cang Xue disappeared?"

"It was when His Majesty collided with the Heaven and Earth Seal and fought Eastern Emperor Taiyi. My Temple at the bottom of the ocean was breached."

The Water God sighed. "By the time I rushed back, Cang Xue was gone. Her true form—Wan Gu Yi Qing, the first piece of primordial ice in existence—had been taken. Remnants of an ancient seal's fluctuations lingered. Clearly, someone took advantage of the two Heavenly Emperors' confrontation to make a move. And judging by the lingering fluctuations, only a supreme expert could have done it. Only Emperor Shun, the one driven away by Eastern Emperor Taiyi, would have had the opportunity to come to the Outer Sky. I used various methods to track her, and finally, I found the location of my daughter's true form, Wan Gu Yi Qing."

"At Candle Dragon's place?" the Martial God asked.

The Water God nodded slightly.

The Martial God slammed his wine cup and chopsticks onto the small table, his expression turning grim.

"I knew it! Candle Dragon doesn't want revenge; he wants the Heavenly Emperor's throne! And he's even collaborating with Emperor Shun now! Has he forgotten how he was driven out back then?"

The Water God hurriedly said, "Don't say that, don't say that. His Majesty is, after all, His Majesty."

"What are you afraid of him for?" The Martial God slapped his thigh. "If he hadn't used the Dao of Chaos to forcefully suppress my elder brother, my brother would have sorted him out back then!"

The Water God smiled awkwardly, murmuring, "His Majesty did show me great kindness, after all."

"I think you're just too soft! What's wrong with the two of us teaming up to challenge him?"

"No, no," the Water God sighed. "We're all that's left in this Outer Sky. If we can't unite, how can we ever hope to return?"

The Martial God said, "Isn't the new Heavenly Emperor your grandson?"

"It's different," the Water God replied. "You mustn't let this news leak out. Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, and I know."

"Don't worry, this is my territory," the Martial God smiled nonchalantly. "Who would dare to flip my table right in front of us?"

No sooner had he spoken than the Martial God suddenly furrowed his brow and glanced down. The Water God, too, sensed something and looked below.

Suddenly!

The middle of the white cloud beneath them collapsed. A violent surge of energy blasted between the two gods, sending the small wooden table hurtling high into the sky, where it exploded with a SMACK!

The two gods stared at each other, wide-eyed, then peered down through the hole in the cloud. They could vaguely see several 'weak' beings below. An old man with white hair had his fist raised and was coughing violently, while several people rushed to support him.

The Martial God exploded in fury!

"I— HEY!"

"Calm down, calm down! These are your people, after all!" The Water God casually mended the cloud, quickly pulling the Martial God back. He spoke soothingly, "How could they have possibly sensed us here?"

"That wasn't intentional?"

"It definitely wasn't intentional," the Water God said hurriedly. "If you don't believe me, listen."

The Martial God perked up his ears. A wisp of his divine power enveloped the ground, and indeed, he heard their voices...

On the ground, Wu Wang looked at the white cloud with suspicion, an unpleasant premonition stirring within him.

Old Qiu laughed, "It's nothing, nothing. I'm getting old, my vitality and blood have waned, not like I used to be... Qing Shan, how much did you understand? Your teacher will demonstrate the Destroying Cloud Technique for you once more."

Wu Wang, supporting Old Qiu, hurriedly said, "Teacher, please don't demonstrate anymore. I've already learned it, I've learned it."

Old Qiu huffed, "You learned it in one go?"

"Not entirely," Wu Wang chuckled. "Let my Eldest Martial Sister demonstrate for me."

"Fine," Old Qiu said slowly. "Chun Luan, you do it. Show your Junior Martial Brother and your disciples what you've got. Hit the same cloud I just did."

Wu Wang was about to say, 'How about we hit a different cloud? There seems to be something on that one.' But his thoughts shifted. Even if he had coincidentally encountered some powerful beings, he couldn't reveal such an unusual perception. So he changed his words: "Martial Sister, how far can you punch?"

Chun Luan stroked her chin, considering. "Sixty miles."

Wu Wang pointed at a distant cloud. "Then hit that one for us to see."

"Hit that one? How would you see the effect? If I'm going to hit one, I'll hit the one right above us! Watch closely!"

With a soft cry, Chun Luan leaped several yards away. She took a firm stance, her fists gathering power. With a light shout, the ground beneath her suddenly sank. Streams of force gushed upward from around her body, causing her ponytailed hair to float vertically. She drew a circle with both hands, then suddenly leaped up, her right fist smashing forward!

Destroying Cloud! Force!

BANG!

It was as if an 'air cannon' had formed before her fist. Wu Wang keenly perceived the trembling of the Heaven and Earth 'lines' and the upward transmission of this tremor.

The cloud above them silently split open, revealing a large hole. Wu Wang immediately fixed his gaze on it, extending his Divine Thought into the gap, but he found nothing out of the ordinary.

Had he sensed incorrectly earlier?

Just as he was thinking this, a piece of debris fell from the sky, landing right in front of Wu Wang and creating a small pit. It was the base of a wine cup...

Chun Luan walked back, hands on her hips, and raised an eyebrow at Wu Wang. "Well?"

"Impressive!" Wu Wang gave a thumbs-up, though inwardly he was completely tense.

"Come," Old Qiu called out. "Let me explain to you how to execute this Destroying Cloud Punch."

Not far away in a grove of trees, two figures watched the group, their forms blending into the air.

The Water God praised, "Say what you will, you're quite formidable at training Martial Artists."

A blatant smile of pride touched the Martial God's lips. "Average. The path of Martial Cultivation is ultimately inferior to my elder brother's path of Spiritual Cultivation. In the Human Domain within the Heavens, they can contend with Emperor Shun. However, even if my martial cultivators break through to the Martial Emperor realm, they are merely comparable to Heavenly Immortals of Spiritual Cultivation—hardly worth mentioning."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Hahaha," the Martial God stroked his bushy beard. "Having my table flipped has put me in a good mood. See that young lad, the one with rosy lips and white teeth?"

"I see him," the Water God laughed. "He seems to be that old man's grand-disciple. Why does he have a faint trace of your aura?"

The Martial God smiled smugly. "His name is Mo Feng. He's a fine seedling I selected some time ago. I gave him a bit of my Essence Blood to improve his constitution. In fifty-eight years, he'll be just right to represent this Luili Realm in the grand competition, and he'll earn a respectable ranking for the Luili Realm. I use methods like this to balance the distribution among the Twelve God Realms. It's hard to favor one over the other, and my little world's output is limited, so I have to let them endure some hardship."

The Water God nodded with a smile, then suddenly asked, "However, why do I feel that the smallest girl next to him seems to have an even better constitution?"

"Eh?"

The Martial God looked closely, his eyes shining. "My luck has turned! To find such a seedling here! What kind of constitution is this? This isn't something I bestowed!"

"What?" The Water God chuckled. "You stumbled upon another treasure just like that?"

"It seems to subtly align with the Dao of Fire, and it possesses the lightness of heaven and the suppleness of water!" The Martial God kept shaking his head, then burst into hearty laughter, clapping his hands. He sighed with emotion, "Living beings truly seize the wonders of Heaven and Earth. The future really belongs to them; we old ones have to admit defeat. A constitution I personally nurtured is actually inferior to this little girl's natural one. Look at the clarity of her Spiritual Energy flow! If you look closely, it's as if the Spiritual Energy has birthed sprites that continuously orbit her. Is she really from the Human race? I'd almost think an Ancient God had reincarnated! If she's nurtured well, perhaps I could even establish a thirteenth Divine Realm?"

"Then congratulations are in order, Martial God," the Water God said with a laugh.

The Martial God beamed. "Although Sister Cang Xue married someone else, I've unexpectedly found a little girl whose talent surpasses the Three Great Treasured Physiques."

"Hey!" The Water God interjected hastily. "You old scoundrel, are you having improper thoughts?"

"Look at you!" The Martial God's face was full of disdain. "You old blob, am I that kind of god? Can't I take her as a disciple?"

"You really gave me a scare."

"Let me see if there's anyone else here with decent talent... How did this one's hand get crippled? And this one's leg is no good either? This one's not bad, but too old, lacking malleability. This one..."

The Martial God's words trailed off as he stared intently at the young man called 'Qing Shan'.

For a moment, the old god's gaze was filled with confusion.

The next moment, it softened with tenderness.

Then, that tenderness transformed into a profound, moving emotion. He even sniffled slightly and let out a soft sigh.

"What's wrong?"

The Martial God murmured, "A heaven-defying creation, a being surpassing all limits... What to do... I want to..."

The Water God frowned. "Did you arrange this? I came for a drink, and you're using these youngsters to provoke me? I haven't even established a cultivation method! So, what do you want to do?"

"I want to seize his body!"

"HEY!" The Water God cursed. "Can't you be serious for once?"

"Just kidding," the Martial God said, rubbing his nose, his eyes filled with deep reminiscence. "Old Water, I see my elder brother's constitution in him."

This time, it was the Water God's turn to be stunned. He looked up at Wu Wang's back.

"That Qing Shan?"

"Qing Shan."

The Martial God murmured to himself, the memories in his eyes deepening, lost in thought for a long, long time.