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

Chapter 457 The Prototype of Destiny - Goddess Nuwa
He had even imagined what it would have been like.

A bunch of old guys were originally full of resentment and had a lot of opinions about our old man, but they couldn't resist our grandma's willingness, so naturally they wouldn't give the old man a good look.

But after the old man took out the Longevity Pill, he immediately changed his tune.

Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.

This time, the old man's story can be considered an elderly version of the "Long Aotian" plot.

Of course, all of the above is just a joke. The main point is that this star-crossed couple finally got married. As the eldest grandson, Wu Xian was naturally happy for the two elderly people from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, the ghostly brothers in the Yama's Palace are still patiently waiting for Wu Xian's arrangements.

They chatted and laughed together, making jokes and banter, showing no trace of the somber atmosphere that one would expect after death.

"Ahem," Wu Xian cleared his throat and explained the situation to everyone, "Don't worry, everyone. It's not a problem to use the power of the underworld to revive you, but before that, there is a key issue that needs to be resolved."

That means your physical bodies were destroyed by that evil god.

But don't worry, we are looking for ways to reshape everyone's physical body.

Before we go any further, please stay here at the Underworld outpost for a while. It's not much different from the mortal world.

If you have some free time, you can also learn to help manage the daily work of the underworld, which will be of great benefit to your future resurrection.

The ghosts of the group didn't seem to have any objections to this.

The moment they decided to stay and defend Yaoyang City, everyone was prepared to live and die with the city.

Moreover, it seems that death isn't so scary these days.

There's even a chance they could be resurrected.

Subsequently, under the arrangement of the members of the underworld, these souls of Yaoyang City were temporarily placed in various ghost fortresses to live, and their lives were not much different from those in the mortal world.

Moreover, thanks to the god of mechanical creation, the underworld has long been "connected to the internet."

Although it's just a local area network within the underworld, it's still possible to stream stable audio and slow-motion videos, albeit the underworld version.

In fact, those who have connections enjoy even better living conditions in the underworld.

Basically, you can have whatever you want.

Those who still have family in the mortal world can even have their family burn more offerings for them, making their lives incredibly comfortable.

"It's alright, it feels pretty good here," Zhang Mazi's ghost patted his son Zhang Zihao on the shoulder, "Keep it up, son, work hard with the Venerable One, Yaoyang City still needs you!"

"Yes." Zhang Zihao nodded solemnly.

"Once the crisis and war have subsided, come to the underworld to visit Dad more often. Oh, and bring your mom along too."

Zhang Zihao chuckled to himself.

He almost collapsed when he first learned that his father had died in battle.

But now it seems that there's no difference between being dead and not being dead.

He could bring his mother over anytime he wanted so the family could reunite. "Or maybe I should just bring my mom over; it's safe here anyway."

"Forget it, your mother doesn't have any spiritual cultivation, so it might not be safe for her to come here."

……

Inside the Yama King's Palace, Wu Xian was still discussing and researching with the God of Wealth.

"By the way, hurry up and finish making the Book of Life and Death," the God of Wealth reminded him solemnly. "Doing too much of this kind of thing will leave some hidden dangers for the future development of the underworld. If there are records, it will be much easier to handle."

The monkeys are coming up behind us anyway, so let's see if we can settle this score then.

"Is that even possible?" Wu Xian's expression was strange. "So, Monkey King really was the Great Sage Who Balanced Accounts back then?"

"It's enough that you know it in your heart, there's no need to say it out loud," the God of Wealth joked. "But the gap will always exist. Once this side is leveled, it will eventually pile up on the Jade Emperor's side."

Fortunately, our Jade Emperor is broad-minded and tolerant, with a capacity to forgive even the biggest misfortunes.

Wu Xian couldn't help but shake his head, unable to suppress a smile.

So, all the debts that Monkey King settled back then were ultimately borne by the Jade Emperor in silence, who had to clean up the mess?

From this perspective, His Majesty the Jade Emperor is quite great.

"Huh? You even know about aircraft carriers?" Wu Xian asked in surprise.

"Who do you think you are?" the God of Wealth joked. "When your aircraft carriers were launched, there were sacrifices performed, you know. Moreover, our Ministry of Finance has helped a lot in protecting your country's fortune."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian was deeply moved and sincerely expressed his gratitude: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Hey~ It's my job."

As they were talking, Grandma arrived at the Underworld outpost, accompanied by Cui Wenxuan, who had a strange expression and looked very worried, as if something might happen to Grandma here.

Although he stayed in Yaoyang City, leading the association members to fight to the death to protect it, he had long since disregarded life and death.

But this great-aunt is extremely important to the entire association, and her influence is enormous.

If something really happens, the association will be in real trouble, especially the divine realm of the association, which is barely surviving thanks to this old lady patching things up.

"Old Wu, Old Wu, really, why did you have to drag her over here?" Cui Wenxuan said with a hint of resentment.

"Does Chairman Cui have any objections?" the old man asked with a smile.

Before Cui Wenxuan could speak, his dignified and elegant grandmother calmly asked, "What, does young Cui have a problem with me?"

"No, no, no, what objection could I possibly have?"

Cui Wenxuan stammered for a long time, and all his words turned into a sigh.

Well, headquarters doesn't have any objections, so why is he worrying about it?

"Brother Mingchang," Grandma glared at Cui Wenxuan with annoyance before stepping forward seriously, "The situation here is much more severe than I expected. I've already spoken to the association, and a batch of reinforcements will be coming."

It seems that completely eradicating that evil god will be a protracted battle.

"Thank you for your help, girl."

Wu Mingchang sighed bitterly, feeling deeply guilty.

"We've already gone through so much trouble, what's a little more?" Grandma smiled nonchalantly, a hint of happy resentment in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, the old man was naturally speechless.

The greatest debt to a beautiful woman is one that is hardest to repay. I fear I can never repay the debt I owe her in this lifetime.

"Grandma, I'm here to greet you," Wu Xian formally stepped forward and knelt down to perform a grand ceremony. "Don't worry, you'll be my grandma from now on. Once this matter is over, I'll hold a wedding for you two in a grand ceremony!"

"Get up," Grandma said with loving eyes as she helped Wu Xian up. "Speaking of which, I should have been your real grandmother. Your parents were raised by your grandmother."

"Huh?" Wu Xian looked at the old man in surprise. "Grandma has met my parents too?" The old man shrugged and smiled, seemingly helpless. "Grandpa, a grown man, raising two children is indeed not easy. Your grandma helped you a lot in secret back then."

Wu Xian was momentarily speechless.

So it seems that the old woman in front of me really is my grandmother, and the kind that my parents have acknowledged and confirmed.

"Time flies, you've grown up so much in the blink of an eye." Grandma looked at Wu Xian affectionately, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I thought you and your grandfather had died in that turmoil..."

Wu Xian wasn't stupid; the fact that his grandmother could say that meant she had likely held him back then.

As for that turmoil, it was clearly a matter concerning the cities of Ziyun and Hongta.

It was only because the old man was seriously injured and lost his memory for more than ten years that, otherwise, with the connection to his grandmother, he would have been a hidden super rich second-generation heir, no, he should be a third-generation heir.

Why endure so many years of hardship?

Of course, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. If it weren't for the hard times before, it would have been impossible to create a portrait of one's birth year's God of Wealth.

"By the way, I still don't know Grandma's name," Wu Xian asked solemnly.

The old lady smiled slightly, and Wu Mingchang spoke up on her behalf: "The surname is Feng, and the given name is Li. If Xian'er is interested, he can change it to his grandmother's surname. Our family doesn't care about such things."

“This…” Wu Xian shook his head and smiled, “Feng Xian sounds a bit strange, let’s just call him Wu Xian.”

I wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about the events in Ziyun City and Hongta City back then, as well as my parents' affairs, but the old lady and the old man clearly didn't want to mention or reveal anything.

I don't want to tell him too much, at least not yet.

Perhaps there is a lot of important information involved?
"By the way, Brother Mingchang, is there something you need from me?" the old lady Feng Li asked, bringing the conversation back to the main topic.

"We're all getting on in years, just call me old man," the old man complained, unable to hide his happiness. "You keep calling me 'big brother,' it doesn't suit my age at all."

"I'd be happy to," the old lady Feng Li said calmly.

The old man sighed inwardly, then gave a brief explanation of the current situation in the underworld.

Upon learning that the underworld could collect the souls of the dead and even bring people back to life, the old woman was clearly shocked and couldn't help but feel the power of this eerie outpost once again.

"As expected of the descendants of those two children, they are even more unbelievable than the young couple themselves."

The old man also seemed to empathize with this.

"So, the key issue right now lies in the soldiers' physical condition, right?" the old lady confirmed.

“That’s right.” Wu Xian nodded, his eyes gleaming with intense anticipation. “Judging from what Grandpa said, it seems your destiny scroll can solve the problem?”

Not just him, everyone present was looking forward to it.

Especially the God of Wealth, from the first moment he saw the old lady, he vaguely sensed a familiar feeling and had a guess that he dared not think about.

"You might be able to give it a try, but it may not work."

As the old lady pondered, a vast and gentle aura slowly emanated from her.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful and mature goddess slowly appeared beside the old lady, exuding an aura of earthy weight and universal love.

She was dressed in some primitive clothing, but it did not diminish her dignified and noble demeanor in the slightest.

"Hiss~" The God of Wealth's eyes trembled, and he gasped, unable to hide the shock in his heart, "It really is the aura of the Empress..."

Wu Xian naturally sensed the presence and shadow of the Goddess Nuwa immediately.

Although the goddess before us is not human-headed and snake-bodied, she also differs considerably from the goddess Nuwa in the myths and legends of the past.

However, Wu Xian and the God of Wealth are certain that the old lady's natal scroll is the prototype of the Goddess Nuwa.

Even though it's not very complete and the overall concept isn't perfect, it's still powerful and great enough.

Judging from the fluctuations emanating from the scroll, it has clearly reached the level of a black scroll.

After all, the Ancient Scroll does not require "Law Essence" to advance to the Black Axis, which is the biggest advantage of the Ancient Scroll.

“Your Excellency the True God seems to recognize my natal scroll,” the old lady squinted at the God of Wealth. “It seems I guessed right. My scroll and Xian’er’s series of scrolls share the same origin.”

"Junior Zhao Gongming greets Your Majesty."

The God of Wealth solemnly stepped forward to pay his respects.

Whether she is our grandmother or the Queen, the old lady is worthy of the respect shown to her by the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming.

You should know, this is the old lady's most cherished painting!
In a sense, this old lady is the "incarnation" of the goddess Nuwa in this world.

It's just that the will of the goddess Nuwa has not yet descended upon the old woman.

But then again, even the goddess Nuwa couldn't sense the existence of this world?

This also added a lot of confusion to the God of Wealth's mind.

How deep must the background of this scroll world be, a place even saints cannot fathom?
"Your Majesty?" The old lady looked surprised. "Then you must be a senior from the True God's side, which fits my current status in the association."

"It is my honor to be addressed as your senior," said the God of Wealth. "You are a person of great merit."

The old lady didn't rush to ask any more questions.

Now that it has been confirmed that her beloved grandson's divine will is of the same origin as her natal scroll, there is a possibility of further improvement, so there is no need to rush.

"This scroll of mine is called [Earth Mother Goddess], and it has the ability to mold clay into flesh and blood puppets." As the old woman spoke, the Earth Mother Goddess beside her waved her hand, and clumps of clay appeared out of thin air and gathered into a small clay figure.

Then, nourished by the power of Mother Earth, the little clay figure gradually transformed into a flesh and blood body, becoming a naked little boy with delicate, chubby skin that was quite adorable.

It just looks like it's fast asleep, without a soul or consciousness.

"Although it is made of clay, don't underestimate the power of my puppet," the old woman continued to explain. "It has superb combat power and is also immortal."

Most importantly, it can be continuously nurtured and developed.

The most successfully cultivated puppet so far can now go toe-to-toe with ordinary black-axis scrolls without being at a disadvantage.

While Wu Xian was surprised, he was not unexpected in terms of the powerful combat capabilities of these clay puppets.

It's important to understand that the first generation of "humans" meticulously created by the goddess Nuwa were not ordinary humans, so it's normal that they were stronger.

The cattle and horses used to fill the ranks in later generations are basically just mud splattered from willow branches.

They are not even in the same league as the humans created by the goddess Nuwa, or rather, they are not the same kind of creatures at all.

"I have been trying to figure out how to give these puppets a soul, but I haven't made any progress," the old woman sighed. "Now it seems that giving them the souls of existing human dead is not a bad idea."

However, the fusion of body and soul is probably not so simple, and it's uncertain whether it will be successful.

“Theoretically, it’s absolutely possible.” Wu Xian was eager to try.

To put it bluntly, if even the physical body created by the goddess Nuwa cannot bear the souls of humans, then other approaches and methods are basically impossible.

(End of this chapter)