This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 516 - 514: Sword World Great Competition, Formidable Enemies Suddenly Appear

The morning sunlight spilled onto Wu Wang's bedside. On the bed, the fox girl lay alone, sleeping soundly. She slowly opened her eyes, which seemed to hide sparkling gems.

"You're awake?"

A gentle female voice from the side startled Lu'er, the fox girl, as she sat up in a daze.

She looked toward the chair in front of her and saw an intelligent and elegant older sister gracefully sipping her tea.

"Another nightmare?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Qing Shan..."

Lu'er's face filled with shock, as if she had discovered some secret.

Yun Zhongjun let out a deep breath and chuckled, "Your Second Sister."

"Second Sister? Isn't Lord Qing Shan an orphan?"

"Indeed. I am just a close friend who has come to see him as a younger brother."

As Yun Zhongjun said this, he felt a slight, secret thrill in the pit of his stomach for some reason.

He immediately continued, "He has already left Liuli City, following the Liuli god to the Sword Domain to prepare for the grand competition in the Martial God World. Lord Qing Shan has told me all about your situation. Did you have another nightmare last night?"

Lu'er shook her head slightly and whispered, "If the master isn't around, then I should return to the spire; otherwise, the Priests will worry about me."

"That's a good idea. I'll escort you."

Yun Zhongjun made a gesture of invitation. Lu'er got up, bowed to him, and straightened her skirt.

Yun Zhongjun's mind was again filled with Wu Wang's urging.

Big brother, think of a way to keep Lu'er close. See if she has a chance to awaken the guardian spirit of a Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox. She can dream of her kin's tragic deaths and feel their pain; she might have potential in that area. I have no other intentions toward her, so don't overthink it.

A guilty conscience? The thief crying 'stop thief'?

Yun Zhongjun suddenly felt conflicted, truly unable to discern whether His Majesty had feelings for this fox girl or not, and if he did, to what extent.

Being a strategist is exhausting. Gods like the Martial God must have it easy.

No matter what, I'll first get familiar with this Lu'er and see if she has any more strange premonitions.

With that thought, Yun Zhongjun cleared his throat and broached a topic Lu'er couldn't possibly resist.

"By the way, Miss Lu'er, how long have you known my second brother, Qing Shan?"

Lu'er, lacking enthusiasm for conversation, replied, "Not very long..."

"Oh?" Yun Zhongjun chuckled. "Not very long, yet you've managed to earn such praise from my second brother. Miss Lu'er's charm is truly astounding."

Lu'er immediately sat up straight, a pleasant smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

"Could you tell me about it? I admire Lord Qing Shan greatly... I also want to know what he has said about me."

Yun Zhongjun, however, changed the subject, complaining, "This second brother of mine is a natural blockhead, obsessed with Martial Arts. He's always saying that women only slow down his punches. Hehehe."

"Is that really what he would say?" Lu'er laughed behind her hand, eagerly playing along.

Only Yun Zhongjun, who was trustworthy and harbored no ill intentions—and was currently in disguise... COUGH, incarnated as a woman—would be taken in. If it were anyone else, Lu'er, after being bamboozled, would still have to say, 'Thank you, Sister Yun.'

「Meanwhile」

On the large ship speeding northeast, on the foredeck.

A row of lounge chairs was set up, where Wu Wang, Little Jin Wei, Chun Luan, and Dong Gao lay comfortably, each with a canvas sunshade erected beside them.

Chun Luan had been summoned by Wang Mianjin. Wang Mianjin feared that Wu Wang, as team leader, would find commanding others awkward. Therefore, he specially invited Wu Wang's eldest martial sister to take responsibility for the logistical support of the Luili Realm's expedition team. Essentially, she was there to run errands, cook meals, and play a supporting role for the chosen prodigies participating in the competition.

Dong Gao had been dragged here by his martial sister, Chun Luan. She couldn't possibly run errands herself; it's only natural for the elder to command the younger, isn't it? That was how the current scene came to be.

The large ship itself was quite ordinary. Just completed and ready to be launched, it had been seized directly by The Goddess of Liuli using her divine power to serve as a transport vessel.

Around the foredeck, there was only a squad of guards. The competitors, selected through several fierce battles, were all in their respective cabins, resting and regulating their energy.

Although the grand competition was still a month and a half away, they would arrive in the Sword Domain tonight. The honor of the Luili Realm and the right to survival for its beings rested on their shoulders. They could not afford the slightest bit of negligence.

Before boarding, Wu Wang, the team leader, had given a simple motivational speech. Looking at it now, the speech had been quite effective.

"Brother?" Jin Wei asked softly. "Didn't you say our peaceful days are numbered?"

"Did I say that?" Wu Wang replied calmly, a smile playing on his lips. "The situation has been very turbulent lately. Some things were experiences the Martial God led me through, so I can't explain them to you directly."

Chun Luan, who had been about to ask something, wisely kept her mouth shut. She had enough self-awareness to know that Junior Brother Qing Shan would certainly not share things with them that he wouldn't even tell Jin Wei.

Jin Wei then asked, "The situation is turbulent?"

"You've always been in the Luili Realm, so naturally, you wouldn't notice," Wu Wang sighed. "The world is in upheaval. Over a hundred Divine Realms are facing tremendous challenges. One Divine Realm has already been silently wiped out for reasons unknown; the entire Divine Realm turned into a desert overnight."

Their expressions turned somewhat stiff.

Wu Wang spread his hands. "See? I've only told you a little, and you already can't accept it."

Jin Wei's delicate face carried a hint of gloom. Her eyes blinked, long eyelashes fluttering. The light green short skirt wrapping her exquisite figure seemed even more lively at this moment.

Jin Wei asked, "Then why don't we hide?"

"We who laugh proudly in the face of heaven and earth, what would we look like hiding away?" Wu Wang's eyebrows quirked slightly as he smiled. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. I didn't want to bring you to this competition initially. After all, there's a good chance some incidents will occur."

"Incidents?" Chun Luan asked, puzzled. "What kind of incidents could there be? The Martial God himself will be present."

Wu Wang sighed inwardly; most of these Martial Artists didn't know that above the Martial God, there was the Candle Dragon. It wasn't their fault; the world was divided by Innate Gods into various regions, the lives of beings were too short, and the world itself too vast.

Wu Wang patiently explained the predicaments faced by the Martial God World and the conflict between the Martial God and the Candle Dragon. This wasn't exactly a secret; one just needed to be prominent enough in the Luili Realm to feel these pressures.

Chun Luan's and Dong Gao's expressions grew markedly more serious. Jin Wei, however, remained as she was: cute, carefree, and without a hint of worry in her eyes.

Wu Wang waved his hand in front of her face, but Jin Wei swatted it away with her small hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Seeing if you were scared silly," Wu Wang muttered. "Why so little reaction? This is like a sword hanging over our heads. We could be wiped out at any moment."

"With you here, brother, I'm naturally not afraid."

"Don't blindly trust me," Wu Wang said, shaking his head. "When facing Martial Artists of the same realm, I can certainly hold my own. But in a war between Innate Gods like this, I'm just an ant."

Jin Wei said, "Then let's us two ants dig a hole and hide!"

"Alright," Wu Wang laughed. "I wanted to make you tense, but your attitude... there's really no one like you."

Jin Wei lifted her chin, her expression full of pride.

Chun Luan asked from the side, "Junior Brother, during this competition, could someone launch a sneak attack on the arena?"

"A sneak attack is unlikely," Wu Wang said earnestly. "Confrontations between Divine Spirits are on another level. We just need to relax and do our own parts well; that will be enough."

"Alas," Dong Gao said with a laugh. "Junior Brother, your perspective now is something none of us combined can match."

Chun Luan said, "Junior Brother, can you give us some insight? How confident should our Martial God World be?"

"Well," Wu Wang pondered for a moment, "just believe one thing, and that will be enough."

"One thing?"

"The Martial God is invincible!"

"Er," Chun Luan was a bit taken aback, but Dong Gao beside her had already shouted it loudly.

Soon, all the guards on the great ship began to chant, "The Martial God is invincible!" Their voices soared to the heavens, a truly impressive sight.

Amidst the bustling noise, Wu Wang smiled, his eyes crinkling, and lifted his teacup to moisten his throat.

It's almost inevitable that problems will arise during this grand competition.

Wu Wang had initially intended to leave Jin Wei in the Luili Realm. But on second thought, Jin Wei would be safer with him than in the Luili Realm.

From now on, I must adapt to changing circumstances and remain vigilant.

Being a disciple of the Martial God isn't exactly a favorable title in the current situation.

「Half a day later, at sunset.」

The lingering sunlight spilled over the thousand-mile plains. Sword-shaped divine towers dotted the landscape, interspersed among cities and towns, gathering the collective willpower of the inhabitants.

This was, naturally, the Sword World, one of the Martial God's Eleven Realms.

Looking down from the wooden ship in the sky, one could see elements of the sword almost everywhere: children at the village entrance sparring with wooden swords; men and women in the forests, dancing with their blades; bustling, fiery sword-forging workshops. There was even a down-and-out youth on a distant cliff, shouting "May the Sword God protect me!" before leaping off.

The atmosphere of cultivation alone was at least ten times stronger here than in their Luili Realm. If the other Divine Realms were as prosperous as the Sword Domain, the overall strength of the Martial God World would indeed be terrifying. It was no wonder that the Candle Dragon, Emperor Shun, was so wary of the Martial God.

"Team Leader!" A Priest hurried over. "The Liuli god summons you and Lady Jin Wei! It's urgent! Please come for an audience immediately!"

Wu Wang's spirits lifted. He moved with lightning speed, leaving two afterimages as he dashed into the ship's cabin.

Shortly after, Wu Wang's forehead was covered with black lines. Seeing The Goddess of Liuli approaching gracefully with an apron on, carrying two plates of honey-glazed Zhu Zhu wings, he almost went back and slapped the Priest twice. He had thought a battle had broken out on the periphery of the Martial God World!

"Where's Little Wei?"

"I'm here, Teacher! Brother, you ran too fast!"

"Come and try this. Teacher has changed the recipe, oh," The Goddess of Liuli said with a gentle smile.

Wu Wang sighed lightly, rolled up his sleeves, and went over.

While Wu Wang was eating heartily, Jin Wei asked The Goddess of Liuli about the current situation in the Martial God World. The Goddess of Liuli glanced at Wu Wang, then began to explain the actual situation, hiding nothing from Jin Wei.

"Qing Shan, you mentioned before that this grand competition was bound to fall into chaos," the Liuli god asked. "I've thought long and hard, but I still can't figure out what kind of chaos might ensue."

Wu Wang asked, "Then, My Lady, how many Strong gods in this world do you think can contend with the Martial God?"

The Goddess of Liuli spoke slowly, "As far as I know, only the Water God and the God of Strong Wind, perhaps two or three such beings in total, exist. So unless the Candle Dragon himself comes, the Martial God is more than capable of quelling any disturbance."

The Candle Dragon himself?

Wu Wang pondered for a moment. An inexplicable sense of unease welled up within him, but his calculations using the Heavenly Dao yielded no clear answer. No matter how he looked at it, the Candle Dragon, Emperor Shun, shouldn't make a direct move against the Martial God at this time.

"Have all the Martial God's invitations been sent out?"

"They were sent out yesterday by elite Martial Artists from all realms," The Goddess of Liuli said. "Those going to the farthest Divine Realms should return in about three days. Half of the Divine Realms have already received their invitations. The content of the invitations is also as you said, filled horizontally and vertically with the two words: 'Do Not Come'."

Wu Wang nodded. "That's good. As long as the Innate Gods don't gather in large numbers, the likelihood of attracting the Candle Dragon is low... though it's not certain. We'll see what happens on that day."

The Liuli god said, "Remember, on that day, both of you must stay by my side at all times. Don't let your teacher get distracted."

"That works," Wu Wang said with a smile. "As the team leader, I don't have much to do anyway."

「And so, a month and a half later.」

The Martial God World, the Sword Domain, the City of the Sword God.

From a distance, a great city rose from the fertile plains. Its buildings were ingeniously constructed, like thousands of colossal swords piercing the sky.

At the heart of the city was the Martial God World's famous Sword Inquiry Pool. This oval-shaped, magnificent structure reminded Wu Wang of the 'Coliseum' he had seen in history textbooks on Blue Star in his past life.

The Sword Inquiry Pool was the only place in the Sword Domain where one could kill without being charged with a crime. Sword Cultivators and Martial Artists with grievances could draw their swords against each other here in duels to the death. Every death duel involving a renowned Martial Artist became a carnival for the entire city.

Today, the Sword Inquiry Pool was likewise teeming with people, yet the crowd was silent. Most sat attentively in their seats, listening to the Priests' commands, rising to salute and pay homage.

This session of the Martial God Grand Competition was being held at the Sword Inquiry Pool.

Currently, twelve celestial islands hovered above the Sword Inquiry Pool, where teams from the eleven Divine Realms participating in the competition were seated. On the celestial island due north, the Martial God and his eleven Subordinate gods were gathered.

Wu Wang and Jin Wei were currently seated behind the Liuli god. Sitting with them were more than ten of the Luili Realm's strongest Priests—these individuals represented the prestige of The Goddess of Liuli. Compared to other Divine Realms, which boasted grand scenes with dozens of Divine General-level Martial Artists, the Luili Realm seemed somewhat shabby. There was no helping it; The Goddess of Liuli had previously followed a policy of non-interference and wasn't particularly fond of cultivating Divine Generals.

Below, in the Sword Inquiry Pool, over a thousand Sword Cultivators performed a sword dance. This was already the final segment of the 'opening ceremony.'

To the Martial God's left, a thin-faced old man—the Sword God—was also ready, waiting to step forward and announce the opening of this grand competition.

"Brother," Jin Wei leaned close to Wu Wang's ear and murmured softly, "this doesn't look like anything's about to go wrong."

"Shh." Wu Wang made a silencing gesture.

Indeed, more than a dozen Divine Generals looked their way. Wu Wang hurriedly offered a few apologetic smiles.

"What could go wrong? What could possibly go wrong?" Wu Wang winked at Jin Wei and chided in a soft voice, "The Martial God is sitting right up there. There definitely won't be any trouble today!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Hmph!" Jin Wei pulled a face and turned away, pretending to ignore him, but she refused to move even half an inch from Wu Wang's side.

Just then, several drumbeats sounded from below. A thousand Martial Artists retreated in all directions, a truly spectacular sight.

The Sword God stood up, his gray beard and long hair fluttering in the wind. The sword intent he emanated made Wu Wang, a mediocre Sword Cultivator, secretly applaud in admiration.

This Sword God is probably hiding his true strength; he might not even be inferior to those so-called Strong gods.

Teacher truly has an abundance of talent under him.

Suddenly, the Martial God spoke, "Sword One, wait a moment."

The Sword God paused, a smile on his face, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.

"We have guests." The corner of the Martial God's mouth twitched slightly, as if with some contempt. "They've concealed their tracks and are hovering in the air outside the city. Where is Qing Shan?"

"Teacher, I am here." Wu Wang stood up, and the gazes of many powerful figures in the arena swiftly converged on him.

Not only did Wu Wang feel no pressure, but he also felt an urge to laugh.

The Martial God asked, "You are my disciple. Though I have only guided you for a few years, you are indeed my only disciple."

This was a formal acknowledgment of Wu Wang's status.

"Do you still remember the Destroying Cloud Technique?"

"I remember," Wu Wang chuckled. "I would never forget it."

"Three hundred li west of the city, there's a cloud shaped like a horse. Shatter it for me."

"Your disciple obeys the command!" Wu Wang answered resolutely. He flipped the hem of his wide robe, leaped from behind the low table to the center of the field with a vigorous step. As his heels tapped the ground, swirling forces materialized around his body.

Clenching his fist, channeling his power, he threw the punch!

A surge of power tore across the sky, ripping open a path through the clouds, and struck the white cloud directly.

The next instant, ripples spread across the cloud like waves on water. Behind it, more than a dozen figures appeared, their expressions unfriendly as they looked this way, their eyes fixed on Wu Wang.

Wu Wang smirked derisively, rubbed his nose with his finger, and said coolly: "My master, the Martial God!"

The hostility instantly shifted.