This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 493 - 491: Wu’s Prayer, Treasure Found Online!

Beacon fires set the mountain leaves ablaze; many perished on the Cloud Path.

The intense sound of colliding Spiritual Power from Martial Artists startled the birds and beasts within a hundred miles.

Dozens of figures clashed in the air, bereft of fanciful Martial Techniques or an ostentatious style, possessed only of cold gazes and immensely refined moves.

Amidst the flashes of swords and shadows of blades, blood splattered, and severed heads flew left and right.

Warriors in the Martial Emperor Realm and Martial Spirit Realm, beyond grappling with their chosen adversaries, sought the simplest, most easily destructible enemies to help their side gain an advantage.

The dignity of Martial Artists lay upon the arena.

Those fighting here were but soldiers, each serving their master.

Above that cloud, the Liuli god covered Little Jin Wei's eyes while she and the Martial God watched the massacre unfolding in the Cloud Mirror.

The Martial God wore a slight smile, whereas the gaze of the Liuli god remained detached.

It was just a minor skirmish after all; two Innate Gods who survived the ancient divine wars had long grown accustomed to death.

The center of the Cloud Mirror kept its focus locked on the figure of Qing Shan.

The young Martial Artist didn't get carried away—the Silver Needles poisoning before the battle, the deliberate sound-making to feign encirclement—both of which pleased the Martial God.

But now, the young warrior still opted not to engage in close combat, skirting along the fringes and injuring enemies with Silver Needles. The powerful Martial Techniques were nowhere to be seen, leading the Martial God to feel…

"Qing Shan is fine in every aspect; he's just not very tough," the Martial God lamented. "Only through tempering in blood and fire can one truly raise a banner. How can skulking in the shadows inspire morale among our own?"

Yet the Liuli god said, "He never revealed his identity to begin with."

"Even so," the Martial God chuckled, "imagine if he took off his mask and appeared directly before these enemies at this moment. How surprised they would be—wouldn't the effect of the surprise attack be even better?"

The Liuli god looked somewhat helplessly at the Martial God and said, "If this information were to be exposed, their unit would become the target of those lying in ambush. Although we know that there are not many experts in this ambush, they are still groping step by step below, with the enemy's strength unknown. Isn't hiding oneself like this the best course of action?"

The Martial God grinned sheepishly.

A real man needs to fight head-on!

Nevertheless, if one can seize victory through wit, that too is commendably astute—a solid nine and a half out of ten.

Upon further thought, the Martial God remembered the long-gone days when he used to follow his elder brother around, often getting scolded for recklessly taking others head-on, being advised to keep some cards hidden up his sleeve.

'Little Qing Shan's way of handling things does bear a striking resemblance to my elder brother's methods back then.'

With this thought, the Martial God watched the Cloud Mirror, his lips curving into a gratified smile.

「The battle in the forest below came to an end.」

Wu Wang quietly returned to the treetops he was at before, silently waiting for Chun Luan to finish handling the surrounding matters and join him, while also scouting the area for the team.

Even though Wu Wang had done his utmost to help, and personally taken down more than forty enemy Martial Artists, their side still suffered over ten casualties amidst the enemy's desperate resistance.

A General of the Martial Emperor Realm, disguised as an ordinary Soldier, was also seriously wounded.

The results of the battle were quite good—they had completely annihilated the enemy's elite force, capturing two Martial Spirits and six Martial Soul Realm prisoners, who were now being interrogated on the spot.

Wu Wang, a man accustomed to grand scenes, remained unperturbed by such interrogation methods.

He had seen Fairy Ling employ the Primordial Spirit Torture technique on numerous occasions. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Soon, the Martial Artists gathered their dead and dispatched a few individuals to escort the severely injured away from the forest for the time being.

Their previous reluctance to call in reinforcements was out of fear of startling the enemy.

But now that the first battle had erupted, their own experts observing from behind had begun to move the nearest troops according to the previously set strategy, in an attempt to seal off the forest.

Mobilizing the local garrison was barely better than nothing.

One thousand Martial Artists and martial masters could not contain a warrior in the Martial Spirit Realm; a forced breakout would only lead to a heavy toll.

Such is the value of a top fighter.

A fierce battle had reduced the elite unit of one hundred to just over seventy. They continued to dart through the forest, preventing the remaining enemies from pinpointing their exact whereabouts, and making contact with another group of over two hundred to draw in more elite fighters.

Those hundreds of Martial Artists who had hidden in the forest two days earlier to ambush Qing Shan's Envoy's convoy were now noticeably panicking.

They had long been aware that the Luili Realm had discovered their presence and sent a contingent of elite soldiers to rush from the border to this place.

The ensuing skirmish was a testament to how tough these elite soldiers were.

The forces they had dispatched seemed to have been annihilated in an instant…

But they had no retreat left.

If they failed their mission but died in this place, their families would receive a large sum of reward.

If they did not even attempt to try, and turned to flee at the sight of formidable circumstances, not only would their own lives be at risk, but their families would also lose their lives.

In the woods, several Martial Emperor Realm experts were continuously discussing something, and the remaining three hundred or so ambushers started to shift their positions, but never strayed from the periphery of Dragon Valley.

A game of cat and mouse was officially underway in these hundreds of miles of forest.

Sporadic battles began to break out in the woods.

Noticing that the enemies had started to move, Wu Wang immediately suggested to Senior Sister Chun Luan that they, having split into two groups, should regroup to avoid being defeated one by one.

The air in the mountain forest became increasingly tense, with six to seven hundred Martial Soul Realm and above Martial Artists now all on high alert.

The soughing of the wind and the cries of cranes made them jittery; every bush and tree seemed to hide an enemy soldier.

Four hours had passed since the first face-to-face encounter, and several small-scale conflicts had erupted again between the two sides.

But each time, the side with less strength immediately fled.

A large number of local soldiers had already begun to pour in from all directions towards Dragon Valley, sealing off the routes and setting up checkpoints.

Wu Wang's convoy also received the news, but they chose to continue forward, with the thousand Cavalry leading the way now starting to accelerate towards this location.

The situation was looking very good for them.

Wu Wang also began to grow a bit suspicious.

What is the essence of a sneak attack? Secrecy, cunning, and surprise.

The enemy had already exposed their whereabouts and should logically escape the area as quickly as possible, disperse into smaller groups, and avoid the Luili Realm's search.

Why insist on staying here?

It was like a sniper whose position had been compromised and the area was about to be bombarded, yet the sniper insisted, "This ambush site is my lucky spot."

But after Wu Wang posed this question to his Senior Sister, her answer caused him to frown slightly.

"Why isn't the enemy leaving?"

Chun Luan slightly curled her lips and whispered, "Although you are clever... very clever, Junior Brother, your understanding of our neighboring lands is still not deep enough. Not every Divine Realm among the Martial God's Twelve Realms is as peaceful as our Luili Realm. Take the Ming Qing Realm next door, for example, their God is somewhat... in short, quite brutal."

"I understand."

After thinking carefully, Wu Wang said, "Since that is the case, let's aim to completely annihilate this invading force."

"Qingluan, come quickly and look! Over here!"

A General's shout came from nearby, and numerous figures gathered in front of a cave in the woods.

Wu Wang, following closely behind Senior Sister Qingluan like a trusted aide, hurried to the cave together.

As they approached, they smelled a strong stench of blood.

Qingluan suddenly signaled Wu Wang not to enter, but Wu Wang ignored his Senior Sister's gesture and followed her into the cave.

Dozens of bodies of the Celestial Fox Tribe members were piled up in a pool of blood.

What was unbearable to witness was that their bodies had been stripped of their fox ears and tails...

"These bastards."

Qingluan cursed quietly, her face livid, as she turned and left.

Wu Wang, however, with an unchanged expression, walked to a corner of the cave and picked up a piece of burnt cloth with a few faint words on it.

'Must kill the Envoy...'

His mouth twitched a few times as he searched inside the cave, and then returned to Senior Sister Chun Luan's side.

Chun Luan deliberately sent the guards away and asked in a low voice, "Junior Brother, what do you think we should do?"

"What do you think, Senior Sister?"

"This is nothing but a despicable tactic by those invaders, planning to disguise themselves as members of the Celestial Fox Tribe to launch a surprise attack on your carriage. They're not only after your life but also want to intensify the conflict between us and the Celestial Fox Tribe. I just don't understand what the Ming Qing Realm is thinking, always opposing us, always trying to make trouble for us."

Her beautiful face was filled with frost.

Wu Wang asked, "Senior Sister, how do you think we should dispose of these corpses?"

Chun Luan replied, "We should send them to the Celestial Fox Tribe."

"No," Wu Wang immediately said, "Taking these corpses back will intensify the Celestial Fox Tribe's hatred towards the Human race. I think we can just burn them on the spot and collect their ashes."

Chun Luan pondered briefly and said softly, "The Celestial Fox Tribe does indeed have the custom of laying the dead to rest in flames."

She paced back and forth, mulling over the idea, and then said, "I'll go arrange it right away."

"There's no need to rush to track down those rats," Wu Wang said slowly, "Since they intended to complete their mission of ambushing the Envoy's carriage here, they must have been prepared to go down with the ship. Tell the convoy to... stay as far away from the carriage as possible."

"Okay, will do."

Chun Luan agreed without hesitation and took a few steps aside, but then she suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Wu Wang with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Wu Wang blinked and asked, "What is it?"

"Nothing, just... do you really call this a sixteen or seventeen-year-old?"

Wu Wang spread his hands and said, "I guess I was in a hurry for my intellect to develop."

"PFFT!"

Chun Luan rolled her eyes, leaped up, and dashed into the woods.

Wu Wang closed his eyes and sighed softly.

Lately, he found himself moved by the death and injury of living beings, and was even somewhat angry at the thought of them being harmed.

So be it. Those who slaughter innocent beings do not deserve the slightest bit of sympathy.

When Wu Wang opened his eyes, his handsome face had taken on a hint of sternness. His figure slowly retreated and silently slipped into the shadows between the trees without telling Chun Luan. He vanished without a trace.

A Ghost, silently racing through the forest, was heading towards the area where the invaders were.

「High above the clouds.」

The Martial God was now excited, his eyes shining brightly.

The Liuli god first frowned slightly but then quickly let it go and said indifferently, "It's just the impetuousness of youth, taking such risks to be a hero."

Little Jin Wei hadn't seen the violent scenes not suitable for children because her teacher had covered her eyes, but now she understood what was happening below.

Brother is angry and wants to confront those invaders alone.

"Will my brother be in danger?" she asked softly.

"Of course," said the Liuli god with the corner of his mouth curling slightly, "Facing many with just one, and only at the Martial Soul Realm, how could he win?"

However, the Martial God said, "Don't worry, how could I let your brother get hurt while I'm here? These Martial Artists who invaded the Luili Realm have violated the rules I set down. I can deliver divine punishment at any time."

Jin Wei finally felt somewhat relieved.

Suddenly, the young man who was approaching the temporary hiding place of the others, about to meet a few 'scouts' of the invaders, abruptly turned and hid himself within the trunk of a Great Tree that required several people to encircle.

The Cloud Mirror revealed the Martial Artist Qing Shan sitting on the tree trunk, slowly raising his hands, then starting to make a praying gesture in front of him.

His voice rose again, unexpectedly gentle.

His expression was incredibly sincere, almost delicate.

The Martial God was puzzled when he heard Wu Wang say slowly, "Martial God at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts, I, in my youth, am lost and in need of your guidance. Despicable invaders are slaughtering innocent and weak beings, yet I do not have the power to confront them for now. The anger in my heart has made it impossible for me to remain calm. I need to listen to the voice of a god, to feel Your glory, Martial God. Martial God, should I follow my heart's choice and seek vengeance for the poor departed masters of the Celestial Fox Tribe?"

Above the clouds, the Martial God, almost without thinking, pointed a finger towards the Cloud Mirror.

In front of Wu Wang, a golden light appeared immediately, like a firefly on a summer night, conveying a warm power that touched his forehead.

In an instant, Wu Wang felt a surge of strength filling his body, far surpassing the power of his current realm.

The art of multi-layered performance reappeared in the Outer Sky.

Wu Wang was at first startled, then a tinge of excitement appeared in his eyes as he stood up, ready to rush towards the invaders. But as he was about to step forward, hesitation appeared in his eyes, and he sat down again.

"I thank the Martial God for responding to me, making me feel as if my body is brimming with strength."

Martial God: ...

It wasn't just a feeling; his body was indeed filled with strength.

Upon second thought, the Martial God murmured, "That's right, such temporarily granted power isn't very beneficial for his growth."

After a moment of consideration, the Martial God once again pointed a finger, and the golden light surrounding Wu Wang quietly dissipated.

Wu Wang suddenly felt somewhat weak, and his complexion turned pale.

Upon seeing this, the Martial God nearly charged down directly.

It was rash. To give and then to take away, it was rather hasty.

But the Martial God quickly realized that the young man he had chosen miraculously adapted to the process of 'gaining and losing strength,' and now he was rapidly recovering to his original state.

The Martial God scratched his head, feeling rather gratified.

Then he heard Wu Wang mutter, "Is it my imagination? Why do I feel like the Martial God had helped me just now?"

Afterward, Wu Wang clenched his fist, his expression dim as he sighed deeply.

He said, "If only I had a handy weapon, I would definitely be able to defeat these thieves."

DING!

The faint golden light reappeared before Wu Wang. With a soft flash, a long spear landed in Wu Wang's hands.

Looking at the spear, the spear tip seemed to be carved from white jade, yet it emitted a piercing, sharp aura. Various divine birds were engraved on the shaft, and as Wu Wang gripped it, he felt the shaft fit perfectly in his palm, and a faint sense of joy emanated from within.

This spear should weigh only a few ounces, but it was incomparably sharp. When Spiritual Power was infused into it, the weight of the spear shaft also began to increase steadily.

'Flying Cloud Spear.'

These three words emerged in Wu Wang's heart.

"Martial God, can you really hear my words?"

Wu Wang instantly became excited, spouting endless words of praise.

Soon, he held the Flying Cloud Spear and stood up once more. Two more golden points of light merged into his body, and that feeling of being filled with power returned.

Your external boost is now in place!

Wu Wang took a couple of steps forward. Before he left the range of the tree canopy, he glanced down at the armor on his body.

The armor was too ordinary.

"Although I now possess the strength, I am still a Martial Soul Realm warrior. I fear that even the aftermath of a battle with a higher level Martial Spirit Realm expert would leave me severely injured..."

Logical, indeed!

The Martial God was quite annoyed with himself on the cloud.

How could he have been so short-sighted? Thankfully Qing Shan had reminded him.

Following that, the Martial God pointed once more, and a golden light appeared before Wu Wang. The golden glow dazzled and transformed into a suit of full-body armor, light to the touch.

Wu Wang injected a trace of Spiritual Power, and the armor began to levitate and split apart of its own accord. After Wu Wang removed his old armor, the pieces of the new armor clung to his body one by one.

'Flying Cloud Armor.'

Wu Wang's eyes shone brightly as he declared, "Martial God, I will not let down your expectations!"

TSK!

All the external boosters are fully in place!

Today, he was going to drive out these invaders from this place, leaving none behind!

In the clouds above, the Martial God chuckled, watching the divinely equipped warrior running rampantly in the Cloud Mirror, his eyes filled with sentiment.

Somehow, he felt a great sense of achievement.

The Liuli god and Little Jin Wei standing by held their foreheads with their hands, somewhat unable to bear watching this spectacle.

The Liuli god couldn't help but speak up, "Martial God, this guy is clearly draining Your treasures, and You are just too... You've almost given away a full set of precious items."

"Ah, right!"

The Martial God slapped his thigh, "You've reminded me. I've given away the armor and the spear, why should these items stay here?"

Immediately, the Martial God took out a pair of white boots, a jade belt, and a helmet from his sleeve, and tapped the Cloud Mirror thrice.

In a flash, the youth in the Cloud Mirror stepped on white clouds, donned a silver helmet, wrapped a dragon-head belt around his waist, and with a loud roar, charged into the enemy ranks, stirring up a bloody tempest.

The Martial God nodded in satisfaction.

The Liuli god seemed to... stiffen somewhat, glancing down at her precious disciple.

"Master, I'll do it myself."

Little Jin Wei covered her eyes with her small hands, and her delicate fingers gently came together, leaving just enough of a gap to see through.