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

Chapter 506: Corpse Ancestor Hanba, the red land is thousands of miles away

After watching the four true gods depart, Wu Xian rushed back to the club alone.

Along the way, Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen revealed himself, saying, "Those four were the gods of this world? They seem a bit lacking."

“The kind that has just attained enlightenment; in the past, this world didn’t even have true gods,” Wu Xian explained, speechless.

“I see,” the Corpse Ancestor said thoughtfully, “So we have to start from scratch? That’s good.”

“If you interpret it that way, there’s nothing wrong with it,” Wu Xian said.

The Corpse Ancestor nodded slightly and said no more. "Speaking of which, shouldn't the other three Corpse Ancestors be finished as soon as possible?"

"Hmm?" Wu Xian's expression was strange.

The Corpse Ancestor calmly said, "The rules of this world are rather special. My power alone may not be enough to completely eliminate that evil god. I will need to cooperate with the power of the other three Corpse Ancestors."

"Even you can't do it?" Wu Xian asked in surprise.

“As I said, the power of that demon god is more or less related to Hou,” the Corpse Ancestor explained. “Only by using the power of Hou can it be completely eradicated, but the power of Hou within me is not complete.”

Only by collecting the divine diagrams of the four great corpse ancestors can the power structure of the Hou be perfected.

Wu Xian suddenly realized, but was also somewhat puzzled, "Weren't you going to fight against the Hou?"

“We are merely fighting against the will of Hou,” said the Corpse Ancestor. “The power of the four of us is essentially a derivative and transformation of the power of Hou, and this will never change.”

“Alright, leave this to me.” Wu Xian nodded and said, “It’s just that the Corpse Ancestor’s successor may not be easy to control.”

“I will assist you,” said Corpse Ancestor General Chen.

With the Corpse Ancestor's words, Wu Xian felt at ease.

"But speaking of which, in the future, will the four of you be able to summon the Hou together, just like the Twenty-Eight Constellations?" Wu Xian suddenly thought of something.

“Yes,” the Corpse Ancestor said noncommittally, “but it’s not advisable to do so before the Hou’s power is completely suppressed.”

Wu Xian understood, and couldn't help but feel a little expectant.

The Hou is evil as it may be, but it is also incredibly strong.

They made their way back to the club.

The club has now returned to calm, but in this great battle against the evil realm, the Underworld Club will inevitably be involved.

Moreover, the ancient scrolls from the Abyss of Flesh and Blood are quite valuable, so why not take them?

Even if you don't need it yourself, you can use it to extort money from other dojos.

After sending a group of members to the front lines of the Abyss, Wu Xian couldn't help but return to the [Huaguo Mountain] instance for a while.

Currently, Monkey King and the demons of Flower Fruit Mountain are living a peaceful and happy life.

This time, the invasion by the evil god has delayed things for so long, and the otherworldly energy of the Flower and Fruit Mountain Scroll is still quite lacking.

"Interesting. After connecting the Endless Sea and the Ghost Realm, it seems that both sides are naturally transferring some power over to each other."

After entering the Flower Fruit Mountain instance, Wu Xian quickly realized this.

No wonder the Fang of the Ocean and the Lord of the Abyss reacted so strongly.

This is equivalent to stealing electricity from both of their households, and doing it for a lifetime, the kind that no one can control.

"I wonder what the underworld will be like later."

Wu Xian secretly looked forward to it.

After leaving the dungeon, I glanced at the club's treasury and took two fragments of Monkey King's divine power.

There's no way around it, the hidden boss Monkey King is too strong, so production definitely won't be able to increase in the short term.

But at least there's something to look forward to.

Now that Yaoyang City has been destroyed and the North District no longer exists, Wu Xian simply lives in the club permanently.

In the evening, my mentor returned home exhausted after a long day of work.

After a brief chat about the land reclamation and construction, Wu Xian returned to his room.

The first thing to do is to condense the divine diagrams of the four great corpse ancestors.

With the assistance of the Corpse Ancestor General, there is basically no difficulty in this regard.

During the process of condensing the divine diagram, there are bound to be risks. It was alright with the help of the Goddess Nüba, but the main risks were the two Corpse Ancestors, Houqing and Yinggou.

The backlash never stopped.

Fortunately, Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen intervened and managed to suppress the backlash from the two Corpse Ancestors.

"So you've agreed to cooperate?" Wu Xian asked in surprise.

“Convey the stakes to them, and they will make their own decision,” said Corpse Ancestor General Chen calmly.

Wu Xian asked in surprise, "Does that mean they can also develop their own consciousness like you?"

"This is a characteristic of zombies," the Corpse Ancestor said noncommittally.

Wu Xian understood and said nothing more.

Soon after, the divine diagram of the Four Great Corpse Ancestors was completed. Due to the assistance of Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen, the entire divine diagram's legal framework was quite complete.

The moment the divine diagram took shape, Wu Xian felt a powerful aura of malevolence and corpse energy surrounding it, which lingered and made the surrounding space of his consciousness feel eerie.

It can only be said that the Four Corpse Ancestors truly deserve their title.

He then began to use the flesh and blood of the evil god to draw the other three corpse ancestors.

As for the Goddess Nüba, she naturally deserves special attention, and her image design is meticulously crafted.

White hair, red dress, she dressed as beautifully as possible.

After all, the Goddess Nüba has suffered a lot in her life, so she must be pampered and treated like a daughter in this life.

As for Ying Gou and Hou Qing, they did whatever they pleased.

Two grown men, and they're zombies. As long as they're presentable, what more could you ask for?

Soon after, the final stroke of the Goddess Nüba was completed, and the second Golden Scroll of the Corpse Ancestor was born.

The moment it was rolled up, a scorching aura swept outwards, spreading outwards from the club's center.

"Does it have to be this direct?" Wu Xian was taken aback.

Fortunately, Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen was there and quickly intervened to suppress the terrifying power that caused the land to turn "scorched to the ground for thousands of miles".

Wu Xian was relieved and quickly thanked Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen, saying, "It's fortunate that you were here, otherwise no one could live around the club anymore."

But then he saw Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen deep in thought, his eyes fixed on the scroll of [Corpse Ancestor Drought Demon], "It can cause such a commotion even before it has been revealed. The female demon seems to be much stronger than I was before?"
"What's your reason?"

"Ahem, maybe a little." Wu Xian smiled awkwardly but not without restraint.

Just as the Pleiades Star Lord was superior to other Star Lords in every aspect, the effort that the scroll painter put into the creation process still has a great influence on the quality and values ​​of the completed scroll.

Take this Nüba Niangniang for example; he really put in a lot of effort, so the final result will naturally be different.

"Differentiated treatment?" Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen's face was unreadable, then he said with a hint of self-mockery, "That's right, the three of us are not good people in your eyes after all."

"Well... that's not quite right," Wu Xian quickly added, "It's mainly because the Goddess Nüba's life was so tragic that it makes people feel sorry for her. If I had to say, there was indeed a bit of personal bias involved."

“I can understand,” Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen replied indifferently, neither happy nor sad. “This girl is indeed different from us.”

"I'll help you reconstruct it when I have the chance," Wu Xian continued, trying to find some solutions.

“It’s alright,” Corpse Ancestor General Chen said nonchalantly, “It’s fine as it is now.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian felt secretly embarrassed.

Why do I suddenly feel sorry for the Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen? Is it because I'm too soft-hearted and too sensitive?
Meanwhile, the brief but terrifying power had clearly alarmed the crowd around the club. A worried inquiry came from outside the door, "My dear disciple, what happened? That aura was incredibly powerful! Many people around were frightened."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. It just created a new zombie scroll with a rather special ability," Wu Xian quickly explained. "It's all over now, so don't panic."

"It's good that you're alright." Master Sister breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, it was late at night around the club, and the hot, dry air had woken up the sleeping people.

Many people came out of their makeshift shelters to check the situation and were surprised to find that the vegetation around the shelters was withered and yellow, as if autumn had arrived overnight.

Fortunately, the force came and went quickly, without causing any major consequences.

In a corner of Huaguoshan New World.

Under the cover of night, a group of furtive people were moving through the mountains and forests, searching for something.

The terrifying aura they had just experienced had stunned them.

Who told them to have something to hide?

"Oh no, it seems we've been discovered!" one of the middle-aged men dressed as a laborer said nervously.

"When did we give ourselves away? Weren't we doing a good job of disguising ourselves?" The people around us looked around nervously.

After a short while, once they confirmed that there was nothing more to come, they relaxed a little.

"Thank goodness, it's probably just a warning," the middle-aged man in the lead said solemnly. "Let's go, let's retreat first and behave ourselves for a while."

The group hastily retreated, no longer daring to continue their mission.

Shortly after they left, a shadowy, wandering spirit flitted through the withered grass and trees in the night.

The space rippled gently, and Du Yifan and several members of the City God Brigade appeared.

"Damn it, we were just about to find out what they were up to!" one team member exclaimed regretfully. "Speaking of which, what exactly was that terrifying aura we just encountered?"

"It seems to have come from our club."

"Could something have happened at the club?"

Du Yifan felt a pang of anxiety and quickly took out his phone to ask in the group. Only after learning that it was Wu Xian's new work that caused the commotion did he feel relieved.

"So that's what Angkor Wat has come up with this time."

"Angkor is indeed Angkor. Just by drawing a new scroll, he can scare those spies out of their wits."

"What Angkor? How dare you call him Angkor?" Du Yifan said irritably, "That is our great Lord Wu, Governor Wu!"

"Yes, yes, the captain is right."

"Should we continue or not?" a team member asked in a low voice.

"Why bother following them? Just keep an eye on them with the Day and Night Patrol," Du Yifan said with a sneer. "After this, these people definitely won't dare to make any rash moves for a while."

"That's why our city lord is so awesome; he can scare these people out of their wits with just a few words."

What is differential treatment?

That's what you call differential treatment.

One minute they were complaining that the force had ruined their plans, the next they were showering Wu Xian with compliments, perfectly embodying the word "shameless".

There was no other way; that was their great vice president, the future city lord, and the ruler.

Even a fart smells good.

"I saw in the group chat that it seems to be a new zombie-themed game," the team members said excitedly. "It's already making such a big splash right after it's been made, so the quality must be pretty high."

"Probably even more powerful than the Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen."

The group was already happily discussing getting their hands on the new scroll.

"Captain, do you think we'll get these items for free this time?"

"It's unlikely," Du Yifan shook his head. "Last time it was because the war was intense, but now the situation has stabilized, so it's definitely not going to be a free win."

"Tsk~ Looks like I need to start saving some money in advance."

"No problem," Du Yifan laughed. "Now that our Huaguo Mountain New World is full of gold, why would we be afraid of not making money?"

At this point, they all exchanged knowing smiles.

Now they are considered veterans of the Underworld Club, and also "opening players" of this new world. With their status and position, making money is incredibly easy.

Even if they don't actively solicit money, people will still give them money.

Of course, they are clear-headed in this regard; they take what they should take and never take what they shouldn't.

For them, being able to work under Wu Xian was of paramount importance.

"Alright, everyone, stay alert!" Du Yifan said seriously, "Although there probably won't be any major incidents tonight, we still can't let our guard down."

"understand!"

Although working night shifts is miserable and exhausting.

But at this moment, they had no complaints whatsoever and were full of energy.

……

On the other side of Huaguoshan New World.

The Azure Tree King was somewhat annoyed by the star-chasing behavior of various forces, all of whom wanted to invite him for drinks, but he didn't like drinking alcohol and would at most drink some dew or something.

The other three true gods were also thoroughly annoyed by the complexities of human relationships in the human world.

At this moment, the Azure Tree King, after wandering around for a long time, finally stood on a feng shui treasure land suitable for its plant clan.

Under the cover of night, the Azure Tree King took root and sprouted roots naturally from its feet, as if it were savoring something.

"Not bad, not bad at all. Little Wu's domain is truly remarkable," the Azure Tree King remarked, his brows furrowing slightly. "But with such abundant earth veins and spiritual energy, wouldn't it be easy for the little ones to become so engrossed that they forget the dangers and their mission?"

Although crippling oneself and developing into a rare and precious treasure, relying on humans is also a viable path.

But the Azure Tree King did not like this unambitious approach.

Plants and trees should stand up with dignity and be no less than any other species!

"Looks like we'll have to choose a place with relatively poor conditions."

The saying goes that adversity strengthens a nation; the more difficult and challenging the conditions, the more likely it is to cultivate outstanding future generations.

Overly favorable conditions will only cause the younger generation to become complacent and turn into "useless people".

At that moment, a terrifying aura that made him uncomfortable came from afar. Although it was far away, he still managed to detect it.

"Hiss!" The Azure Tree King was secretly shocked, even feeling a strange fear: "This power... Brother Wu, have you brought out the nemesis of my plant clan?"

Although not all plants and trees fear drought, drought is indeed a nightmare for the vast majority of plants and trees.

The key point is that the force of that "drought" is not an ordinary drought; it is truly frightening.

His divine sense quickly probed the vicinity of the club, and upon closer inspection, the Azure Tree King became increasingly alarmed. "Perhaps we can make use of this power?"

The so-called "if there is no suffering, then create suffering" is a misconception.

Wu Xian's location is so excellent that it would be difficult to find a less desirable spot.

"Little ones, prepare for your hardships!" The Azure Tree King chuckled wickedly.

Looking back, those were the truly harsh conditions for the plants and trees of that generation; now, these younger generations of the green desert are far too comfortable.

(End of this chapter)