Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 355 A Special Upper-Class Elite
"What advantages?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

Wu Mingchang chuckled and said, "Making the growth process of orthodox body cultivators smoother, and allowing body practitioners to unlock a portion of the power that they would only have in the future, can be considered a boon for contemporary body cultivators."

The only drawback is the inability to properly control other scrolls, but for practitioners of physical martial arts, this drawback is negligible.

At this point, Wu Mingchang couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

If they had invented such a revolutionary technology as "human scroll tattooing" back then, their plan to kill gods might actually have come true.

It can only be said that the general trend of the times will not change because of human will.

When it's time, it'll be time.

When a person's will is out of sync with the general trend of the times, their efforts often come to naught.

Everything depends on the right timing, location, and people.

The good news is that he is fortunate enough to witness this opportunity presented by the major trends of the times.

The bad news is that they're all getting old.

But he and Wang Fengnian did not feel regret, simply because the young people in front of them were full of vigor.

"Disciple Xue Zhengying greets Master!"

Xue Zhengying stopped hesitating and immediately knelt down to become his disciple.

“Good child, get up,” Wu Mingchang said with eyes full of satisfaction and affection. “But if you follow me in your future spiritual practice, be prepared to endure some hardship.”

"How bitter can it be?" Xue Zhengying said calmly.

After all, he's already died once, so how much more hardship and exhaustion could he possibly endure?

However, after Xue Zhengying became an apprentice, the generational hierarchy seemed to be in a bit of a mess again.

As the old master's personal disciple, Wu Xian had to call him "Uncle-Master," but from his master's sister's side, he also had to call her "Second Brother."

Fortunately, they were already used to it, and from now on they would each do their own thing.

In contrast, only Kunyouniang had mixed feelings, feeling anxious and uncertain.

But if two people truly love each other, why should they care about each other's race?
Afterwards, the club members gradually dispersed to handle various follow-up tasks.

Led by Wu Xian and the others, the old man visited the Underworld Outpost and was amazed by its grandeur.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Wu Xian revealed a confusion that came from the depths of his soul.

“By the way, Grandpa, since you’ll be guiding Second Brother’s cultivation in the future, why don’t you also come and guard this outpost?” Wu Xian said excitedly, taking out the Golden Scroll [King Qin Guang]. “You can also help manage the daily operations of the Underworld.”

"Operation?" Wu Mingchang asked, puzzled.

Wu Xian gave the old man a general explanation, and the old man was shocked again and again.

First, there is the covert struggle between the upper echelons and the four true gods; second, the upper echelons are secretly collecting the souls of the lower echelons.

Every piece of information shocked the former leader of the god-killing plan who had rebelled against his superiors.

For Wu Xian, the King of Hell is the highest position he can currently offer the old man.

As for higher positions that follow, they basically no longer interfere with the normal operation and daily affairs of the underworld.

Of course, the main purpose is to help the old man accumulate some "merit" so that he may enjoy longevity and good fortune.

Although a large portion of the merits accumulated under the operation of the underworld ends up in the scrolls of the underworld, each employee in every aspect of the underworld's work can accumulate their own share of merits.

This is also the fundamental reason for Wu Xian's development in the underworld field and his greatest source of confidence for the future.

"Truly, the younger generation is rising like the waves of the Yangtze River!" Wu Mingchang sighed with a touch of melancholy.

The original intention of this trip was to pave the way for my grandson and make some secret arrangements and plans before my time was up.

When I get back, I will take good care of my precious grandson and help him grow as much as possible.

Now that he's back, he's discovered that his grandson has grown to an astonishing degree, even his plans and development for the future far exceeding his expectations. "Just keep going at your own pace," Wu Mingchang said with a hint of self-deprecation. "As for that true god in the Ghost Realm, with this old man like me around, we can put up a fight with him."

Looking at the gold scroll in his hand, titled "King Qin Guang," its quality was even more unbelievably high.

It seems that once his training level is raised, he won't be a burden at all, especially in the Ghost Realm. In the future, he might be even more useful than his physical cultivation ability.

How should I put it?

It's like you painstakingly pave the way for your child, only to find that your child has already embarked on a smooth road based on their own talent.

For a moment, Wu Mingchang didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

In the few years left, I will focus on supporting my beloved grandson.

"Speaking of which, what is your opinion on the four great true gods of today?" Wu Xian couldn't help but ask.

“Unexpected, yet reasonable,” Wu Mingchang pondered. “The upper class has ultimately lost its momentum.”

Wu Xian pressed further: "In your opinion, which of the four true gods is stronger or weaker compared to the false gods of the upper world?"

“It’s hard to say,” Wu Mingchang said. “The people of the upper class are also divided into different levels. Take that person today, for example. He was just a lower-level person, a little lackey who helped the upper nobles raise and train dogs.”

"A nobody?" Wu Xian and his companions were startled.

"It's not entirely fair to call them small fry, but rather relative to the truly powerful figures at the top," Wu Mingchang added.

Hearing this, Wu Xian and the others felt a little better.

"But speaking of which, why do those aristocratic gentlemen at the top like keeping dogs and cats so much?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled. "Are they just bored because they live such comfortable and carefree lives?"

“No, that’s not it,” Wu Mingchang said thoughtfully. “From what I understand, it seems that there’s a top-tier nobleman in the upper echelons who likes to keep dogs, to the point of being obsessed. The reason he’s choosing a divine dog in the lower world is just to curry favor with the powerful.”

Upon hearing this, Xue Lingling and the others naturally found it unbelievable.

But Wu Xian vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Liking dogs is understandable, but to the point of obsession is questionable.

Then, thinking about the peculiar divine power template of the upper class, it naturally made him think of something.

Hades is the second master of Heaven.
Or perhaps it's Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

Of course, there are probably many other mythical figures in various legends about dogs (those who know can list them in the comments).

In Wu Xian's view, it was very likely that the high-ranking nobleman was affected by his own divine power template, which is why he started frantically searching for his dog.

Or try a different approach.

The powerful figure at the top had used a template of some kind of powerful divine dog, but because this template was not perfect, he secretly searched for various divine dogs in an attempt to complete his divine power template.
As for which one it is, we'll only find out when we actually face that person in power.

If it's the former, Wu Xian will definitely try to kill it, since either one is a top-tier black axis material.

If it's the latter, it still needs to be killed.

After all, it's either a top-tier divine dog from a previous life's mythology or the beloved dog of some big shot.

……

The post-war recovery of Yaoyang City is in full swing.

The North Street area also suffered considerable damage.

The grandfather and grandson returned to their small villa in the North Street area, and the old man couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

They were especially moved after learning that the shantytown had been demolished and most of its residents had become "farmers" in the new era.

Who would have thought that the upper class's control over food supplies in the lower world had been breached by his beloved grandson?

At this moment, he even felt that the upper world was already halfway to the ground.

(End of this chapter)