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

Chapter 478 Spilled Water Cannot Be Recovered: Evil Power
They were just wondering what Wu Xian's relationship was with the Supreme Elder.

After all, Elder Feng had no children, and there weren't many people who could be associated with him.

Upon hearing the address "Uncle," the association members instantly realized what had happened. Considering the circumstances of that great-aunt's inexplicable arrival in Yaoyang City, they could guess the reason with remarkable accuracy.

But wasn't that aunt also childless?

Or was it the unfaithful man you met back then?

But no matter what, Wu Xian's status in the association is already at its highest.

In contrast, other groups are still in a state of deep shock.

Uncle?

This relationship is neither too distant nor too close; generally speaking, it's a rather awkward one.

But the key point is that Elder Feng Xu is all alone, without any children.

In this way, the value of the relationship immediately increases.

Looking at Elder Feng's attitude towards Wu Xian, he can basically be regarded as Elder Feng's own grandson or granddaughter.

The grandson of the association's chief elder, what a status!

The key is that Wu Xian himself is already quite outstanding, and now with this additional identity, his future position in the association will definitely be high.

He might even take control of the association in the future.

On the front lines of the Mechanical Dojo, Tang Qingxuan was shocked and had mixed feelings.

Back then, she thought Wu Xian was not good enough for Tang Tiaotiao, but in the end, the two young people were a perfect match.

No, their friendship is purely revolutionary, without any impurities.

"So it turns out our Brother Xian has such a powerful background?" The elder of the Mechanical Dojo joked from the side. "I knew it! How could someone as talented as Brother Xian be an ordinary person?"

"In that case, shouldn't we consider strengthening our friendship with the association in the future?"

"Absolutely." The leading elder replied without hesitation.

As the Holy Maiden, Tang Tiaotiao was naturally also present to "take charge of the overall situation." Upon learning of this situation, her lively eyes blinked, "Once Xiao Xianzi takes over the association, won't the entire association become my underlings?"

Haha, not bad, not bad! You truly deserve to be my most valued brother! You've made me proud!

"..." Tang Qingxuan and the others from the Mechanical Dojo all rubbed their foreheads.

My dear aunt is indeed my dear aunt; her thinking is truly unique.

But then Tang Tiaotiao suddenly looked at them and began to lecture them in a serious tone: "You all need to learn from this. Look at your Brother Xian, and then look at you. When will you be able to bring back a whole bunch of underlings like Little Xian?"

The members of the Mechanical Dojo stared at each other in astonishment, frozen in silence.

Meanwhile, at the Necromancer's Gym, the expressions of the Zhao family members were not so pleasant.

From now on, Wu Xian can no longer be targeted easily.

As a result, the plans for the Xue family also need to be reconsidered, since Xue Lingling and Wu Xian's relationship is only missing a marriage certificate.

"Brother, what should we do?"

"Let's suspend all plans for now," the leading elder of the Zhao family's collateral branch said in a deep voice. "We'll decide on a later date based on the situation."

As they were talking, Zhao Qinghe arrived at the scene and saw Wu Xian chatting and laughing with Elder Feng at the command camp. He simply couldn't accept this fact.

What's even more outrageous is the colossal beast that's frantically gnawing at the giant tumor, which makes him extremely envious and jealous.

If Bai Shiqi had already stolen the limelight, then Wu Xian had undoubtedly stolen the limelight to the very top; there was no way he could steal the limelight any greater.

No matter how hard he tries afterward, he will be overshadowed by Wu Xian's brilliance and pale in comparison to all other scions of prominent families.

"how so……"

Even now, Zhao Qinghe still can't believe it.

Everything was fine before I came, how did it suddenly turn into this situation?

"What is he trying to do? Is he going to join the front-line fighting?" Zhao Qinghe asked, puzzled, after a long while.

“Likely.”

Zhao Qinghe couldn't understand. "What help could a junior like him possibly be? Would he just cause trouble?"

The members of the Necromancer's Guild exchanged glances, not daring to speak the truth for fear of hurting Zhao Qinghe's pride.

In their eyes, Wu Xian was already a key figure in the front-line battle simply because of the colossal beast on the tumor.

At this moment, online public opinion has completely exploded.

Countless people were amazed and impressed by Wu Xian's identity and abilities.

After all, Wu Xian looks to be only about twenty years old.

To possess such ability at such a young age, and to be the grandson of the association's supreme elder, one's future is undoubtedly bright.

"I always thought that the children of dojo families were the ceiling of young talents, but I never expected there to be something even more outrageous."

"Wait a minute~ when did the younger generation of the association become so fierce?"

"Holy crap? Wu Gou is actually the second-generation rich kid of the association, this...this..."

"Are you kidding me? How could a spoiled brat from the association possibly develop his business in Yaoyang City?"

"Perhaps due to family troubles or some dramatic grudges, they only recently recognized him?"

"But no matter what, it's definitely not appropriate to call him Dog Wu anymore; we should call him Brother Wu."

"I don't dare to call out anymore, I'm afraid of getting investigated."

"Tsk tsk~ We can't afford to offend them~ We can't afford to offend them."

"Compared to Wu...Xian, all the geniuses from the various academies are utterly weak." "Indeed, only Bai Shiqi and the Mechanical Saintess are worth considering. The other scions of aristocratic families are only fit to gain experience on the battlefield."

"Unlike our great Vice President Wu, who dared to shoulder the fate of humanity and confront the threat of evil gods at such a young age."

"What makes a man? This is what a man is!"

"Oh my, suddenly Wu Xian seems to have become a lot more handsome. Even when he's secretly picking his nose, he's so charming."

"Hey upstairs, could you please tone it down? Do you even care about Wu Xian as a person? I can't be bothered to call you out on it."

"A scion of a distinguished family, not caring about his image at all, how shameful."

"What's wrong with picking your nose? Are you sure you can stop picking your nose for the rest of your life?"

"You can't pick your nose in a place like that, can you?"

"After all, he has just gone from being a grassroots person to a second-generation rich kid, and his temperament hasn't caught up yet."

"I think Wu Xian is very real and down-to-earth, unlike those arrogant and pretentious young masters from noble families."

"Well said. I've long been disgusted by those spoiled brats. Without the halo of their family and parents, they're nothing."

"Strange, what are Wu Xian and the association bigwigs doing? Director, this is so unofficial! Do we, the viewers, need to remind us of this? Zoom in quickly!"

At this moment, the official live stream staff, who were still in a daze, finally realized what was happening and hurriedly adjusted the camera.

Meanwhile, Wu Xian had already learned about the situation in the new Abyss from his maternal uncle and several bigwigs from the Qi Department.

Simply put, the interior of the new Abyss is not entirely filled with the flesh and blood of evil gods; there are still many spaces inside, much like the abdominal and thoracic cavities of a normal organism.

"Or rather, it's like a placenta that's nurturing something," an elder of the Qi Clan analyzed. "Last night, my parasites found a lot of flesh and blood tissue inside that looked like human embryos."

Based on some subtle clues sensed by the parasite, I speculate that the demon god seems to want to create a perfect human body, but has been unable to do so.

Elder Qi's parasite scroll is of the "roundworm" type, and the members of the association call him the Roundworm Elder.

In addition to parasitism, roundworms can also sense the host's physical condition and situation through certain abilities.

Do you want to become human again?

Wu Xian nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with Elder Roundworm's guess.

Based on current observations, the flesh-and-blood demon god most likely does not have a human body, or has already lost its human body.

His current situation can probably be understood as follows: after the cancer cells have spiraled out of control and taken over the main body, he wants to turn back into a human being.

However, this process is a bit difficult for him, and now he can only control some scroll puppets by assimilating them.

"Why give up being human in the first place, and now want to be human again? What's the point?" The association members couldn't help but complain.

"Maybe it's because he's cheap," someone nearby joked.

Elder Feng joked, "In short, the more he wants something, the less we should let him have it. So we'll trouble you elders to put in some effort and do your best to destroy his physical embryos."

"Don't worry, Elder Feng," a gaunt elder beside him said confidently, "I've already started sabotaging things from the shadows."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian couldn't help but ask curiously, "What type of parasitic scroll does this elder possess?"

"A type of protozoan spore, specializing in parasitism at the cellular level," the withered elder explained.

Wu Xian was slightly taken aback.

Good heavens, so it turns out it's an elder of Toxoplasma gondii?

With this elder's parasitic scroll in hand, how could that evil god not die in the womb?
The association is truly full of talented people, a veritable den of hidden masters.

There was also an elder nematode nearby, stubbornly burrowing into the flesh and blood, laying eggs and reproducing as it went.

When the Taotie took a bite, the flesh and blood that stretched into threads were not muscle fibers at all, but countless nematodes parasitizing the flesh and blood.

It's disgusting, but it doesn't affect us.

"Speaking of which, how come the evil god didn't react at all when you parasitized it like that?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

“Yes, but the countermeasures are much weaker than we expected,” Elder Nematode said. “It doesn’t seem like the abilities and methods that a demon god should have. As it stands, that demon god is basically helpless against us.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian couldn't help but marvel.

This is undoubtedly a major characteristic of parasites; parasites are inherently more troublesome for their hosts.

Often, one has to damage oneself to kill the parasites.

"Based on my current observations and analysis, the Demon God appears to be enormous and inexhaustible, but in reality, its ability to control itself is very limited," Elder Ascaris analyzed. "It feels like its power is too widely dispersed and it can't be contained."

"What's done is done?" Wu Xian said.

“That’s right, it’s like spilled water that can’t be gathered up again,” Elder Roundworm agreed. “Our young master Wu is truly cultured; that’s exactly the feeling he’s got.”

"I see."

Wu Xian and the God of Wealth in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly realized.

To put it bluntly, this flesh and blood demon god only looks huge and frightening; in reality, the power it can concentrate and control is very limited.

The power of unlimited proliferation, like that of "cancer cells," gave him a massive size, but also caused his power to be evenly distributed, even leading to a situation where it was impossible to recover what had been gained.

How to describe it?
It's like a person who weighs one or two thousand pounds. All the fat on their body has become a burden, making them completely unable to move. Eating and drinking have become difficult, and even breathing normally has become extremely difficult.

Of course, this is just an analogy.

In fact, the situation of the Flesh and Blood Demon God is far more severe than this.

Now he is trying every means to condense and nurture a physical body, which is obviously to concentrate his power as much as possible.

　I have some things to take care of today, so I'll have to ask for leave. I can only update 6,000 words today. I hope you understand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)