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

Chapter 513 The Queen of the Underworld's Scroll Consciousness

At this moment, the group of elderly men and women present were so anxious that they burst into tears.

On the other hand, the Zhang family patriarch in front of him had a strange expression: "There is no need to panic so much. At least for now, it seems that the boy's changes to Her Highness the Underworld Queen are quite methodical and not just random."

"Really? That's better, as long as they don't do anything reckless."

"Yes, yes, as long as they don't do anything reckless, it's fine."

"If he dares to act recklessly, I will fight the association to the death, even if it costs me my old life!"

"Even if he didn't do anything wrong, it's still not acceptable. He's just a little kid, what does he know about Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld? We must talk to the association as soon as possible."

"If all else fails, my Zhou family will take the lead and directly wage war against the association!"

"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld cannot afford the slightest mishap!"

“We will definitely compete,” the Zhang family patriarch said with a strange expression. “It’s just that this little guy might actually have some talent. He’s even come up with a name for Her Majesty the Underworld Queen.”

"What?!" The group of people were shocked. "Name Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld? What right does he have? Who gave him the audacity?"

The Zhang family patriarch pondered for a moment and said, "The key is that Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld has also given her approval."

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned.

You should know that Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld inherited the Black Scroll.

These black scrolls, which have no clearly defined holders, require the approval of the Queen of the Underworld to be modified or improved by successive holders.

Only changes approved by the Queen of the Underworld will be truly integrated into the divine image of inheritance. Only minor alterations can be made without the Queen of the Underworld's approval.

Therefore, they are not worried that Wu Xian will maliciously destroy the legacy of the Queen of the Underworld.

The reason for my strong reaction just now was entirely due to my faith in and reverence for Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld.

To them, Wu Xian's minor alterations were a desecration of Her Majesty the Underworld Queen.

“Persephone,” the Zhang family patriarch said softly, “it sounds a bit awkward, but Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld has already accepted it.”

A group of people murmured the tongue-twisting name, looking at each other with mixed feelings.

Even if they are unwilling, they will have to accept the name Persephone in the future, because Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld has already accepted it.

"What is Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld thinking?"

"Yes, that kid is an outsider after all. Aren't you worried about the potential problems that these changes might bring?"

The Zhang family patriarch shook his head and smiled bitterly, "To the Black Scroll's will, there is no distinction between family and outsiders; it only cares about whether it is beneficial to him and whether it fits his interests."

"You mean, Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld approves of this scroll holder?"

“Obviously so,” the Zhang family patriarch said with mixed feelings. “Therefore, I now strongly suspect that the Feng family secretly stole the inheritance data of our Demon God Dojo back then.”

No, I need to have a serious talk with that old geezer, Feng Xu!

……

Unlike the anxiety of the Demon God Dojo, Wu Xian is not in a hurry at all.

After leaving the front lines of the Abyss, I first called my great-uncle to remind him, "Great-uncle, that senior from the Demon God Dojo might be looking for you later, so please be prepared."

"The matter of the remnant spirit of the Queen of the Underworld?" Uncle Fengxu was still unaware of the seriousness of the matter. "Old Zhang is really something, is it really necessary to be in such a hurry? Alright, alright, Uncle knows."

After finishing, we turned around and headed towards the east coast.

Although with my great-uncle in charge, there are basically no mistakes.

But who knows what extreme things the Demon God Dojo might do, so we still have to rely on the old man and the old woman for support.

Since my grandparents had just settled in that idyllic place, I decided to visit them.

Xinhuaguoshan East Coast.

The spirit stone that is the main body of Monkey King has been sealed and protected by layers of barriers, and the Mechanical Dao Ancestor has set up a series of formations using the Mechanical Qiankun Array and the Mechanical Taiji Matrix. Ordinary people cannot see the true appearance of this area, nor can they get close to the spirit stone that is the main body of Monkey King.

Outside the formation, in a picturesque little valley, a thatched hut had appeared out of nowhere.

It evokes the imagery of "picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, gazing leisurely at the southern mountains."

The elderly couple, dressed in simple white clothes, were happily cultivating their vegetable garden, their faces beaming with joy.

"How about it, girl?" Wu Mingchang asked jokingly. "Isn't this the kind of secluded life we ​​dreamed of back then?"

"It's not bad, but it feels like something's missing," the old lady Feng Li suddenly said with a touch of sadness, her eyes reddening. "If only Long'er and Feng'er were here too."

Upon hearing this, the old man Wu Mingchang couldn't help but feel sad.

Seeing this, Feng Li quickly suppressed his grief and changed the subject, saying, "How about... we have another pair of daughters?"

"..." A black line appeared on the old man's head. "Girl, stop messing around. We're all this age."

"Doesn't Xian'er have a way to make us young again?" the old lady teased.

“Never mind then,” Wu Mingchang said with a look of rejection. “Those two little brats tormented me to the point of questioning my existence. If I had to go through it all again, I would rather die young.”

"Look how worried you are," the old lady Feng Li couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. "But speaking of which, my recent discussions with Xian'er, that true god's will, have given me a lot of new insights."

I have a feeling that there might still be hope for Long'er and Feng'er.

Wu Mingchang's body trembled, and he looked at Feng Li with surprise and doubt, "Is this really true?"

“There is an opportunity, but the process will inevitably be fraught with difficulties,” Feng Li pondered.

"At least there's still a chance, isn't there?" The old man's eyes reddened.

Soon after, the two elders seemed to realize something, and they put away their emotions and switched to kind and cheerful expressions.

"Xian'er, what brings you here?" The old man and woman asked with loving eyes.

"Come and take a look," Wu Xian said, looking around the thatched cottage. "Are Grandpa and Grandma getting used to living here?"

“Very good, it’s similar to the secluded life we ​​envisioned back then,” the old man joked. “Raising chickens, growing vegetables, and playing with dogs when we have nothing to do.”

Wu Xian nodded happily.

To be honest, I'd love to live that kind of life when I get old.

Later, while experiencing rural life with the elderly, we inevitably talked about the controversy caused by the Queen of the Underworld.

Upon learning that Wu Xian had repaired the Underworld Queen, the old lady Feng Li was stunned for a long time. "Xian'er even knows the methods of the Demon God Dojo?"

"I can't say I completely understand it, but I do have some knowledge of it." Wu Xian chuckled as he released the Silver Axis Underworld Queen.

The old lady liked it more and more as she looked at it, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Could we bring the Queen of the Underworld to our association's divine realm?" the old lady asked with great interest.

"You can try it."

"Good, as expected of my Xian'er," the old lady praised with delight. "As for the Demon God Dojo, Xian'er can rest assured. They can only blame themselves for being so useless."

With his grandmother's words, Wu Xian felt at ease.

Then, taking the opportunity, she inquired, "By the way, Grandma, do the black scrolls from the various dojos all possess consciousness?"

“Not all black scrolls have this,” the old lady pondered. “Only when the background concept of a black scroll is perfected to a certain extent, the compatibility of the law source quality is up to standard, and it is nourished by the power of faith, can it be possible for self-awareness to be born.”

As far as I know, the Queen of the Underworld at the Demon God Dojo was among the first Black Scrolls to develop consciousness.

"I see." Wu Xian couldn't help but become interested, and immediately used the Queen of the Underworld to travel to the Demon God's Realm.

Through the divine image imprint of the Queen of the Underworld, try to communicate with her consciousness and flirt with her.

I originally thought that Black Scroll's consciousness would be easier to fool, just like Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen at the beginning.

As it turns out, he was overthinking it.

As one of the earliest Black Scrolls to develop consciousness, the Queen of the Underworld is no longer a simple, easily fooled little girl, but a Black Scroll consciousness that has lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

Furthermore, due to the worship and reverence of the Demon God Dojo, they speak with an air of superiority.

"You are the believer who conceived and named me," a majestic and haughty female voice emanated from the divine brand of the Queen of the Underworld, which glowed faintly. "Indeed, I approve of this name."

"..." Wu Xian was somewhat bewildered.

Not only him, but even the God of Wealth in his sea of ​​consciousness couldn't help but complain, "Interesting, he hasn't even become a god yet, but he's already putting on quite a show, even more pretentious than me."

However, in my memory, the gods in their region seem to all be like this.

"Don't spoil her. You're my destined host, after all. Calling her 'little girl' is already giving her too much credit."

Hearing the God of Wealth's complaints, Wu Xian chuckled inwardly, then inquired, "Ms. Persephone may have misunderstood something. I am not your follower. I just happened to obtain your remnant spirit and repaired it on a whim."

Upon hearing this, the Queen of the Underworld was clearly disoriented.

In the past, the people from the Demon God Dojo were all extremely respectful when they interacted with her, afraid of displeasing her.

This new person holding the scroll dares to speak to her like that; it's simply outrageous.

"Humble scroll holder, do you know your crime?" the Queen of the Underworld said in a deep voice.

"The scroll holder?" Wu Xian chuckled. "I forgot to mention, I'm not one of your Demon God Dojo members, so you don't need to use this kind of intimidation to pressure me."

It seems that the Queen of the Underworld's consciousness has been somewhat spoiled by the Demon God Dojo.

The Demon God Dojo pampers and spoils her, but Wu Xian doesn't.

It's just a consciousness born from a painting, not the true will of Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, yet it dares to ride on the head of the painter?

Even if Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, were to descend with her will, Wu Xian would not tolerate her.

"Not someone I taught?" The Queen of the Underworld seemed somewhat surprised. "What were those people thinking, letting my painting spirit fall into the hands of outsiders? What a bunch of useless trash."

"Are you finished?" Wu Xian said with a smile. "Actually, I came here to discuss cooperation with you."

"What right do lowly mortals have to cooperate with the will of the gods?" the Queen of the Underworld's consciousness mocked in bewilderment.

"..." Wu Xian rolled his eyes as he listened.

No, is this scroll consciousness really taking itself as the will of the Queen of the Underworld?
Seeing this situation, the God of Wealth's will grew impatient and directly merged into Wu Xian's consciousness, manifesting in the Demon God's Realm.

The moment the will of the true god appeared, the entire Demon God Realm was thrown into turmoil.

"This little brat is really getting into putting on airs," the God of Wealth teased. "Let's not even talk about whether you're a true god or not. Even if you are, you should put away that stinky habit of yours as soon as possible."

Sensing the power of the God of Wealth's will, the Queen of the Underworld was clearly terrified.

After a moment of silence, he immediately switched to another persona, "You are... the will of God who descended from outside?"

"You could say that," the God of Wealth said noncommittally. "So, can we communicate normally now?"

"Of course, it is my honor to be able to converse with the true will of God." The Queen of the Underworld's haughty tone vanished, replaced by a gentle and humble one, and her voice was quite pleasant.

"That's right."

Satisfied, the God of Wealth withdrew from the stage and handed the scene over to Wu Xian.

Faced with the suddenly obedient and sensible consciousness of the Queen of the Underworld, Wu Xian immediately began to investigate and question her from all angles.

After some questioning, it can be basically confirmed that the consciousness of the Queen of the Underworld was born from the extraordinary scroll and has no connection with the real Queen of the Underworld, Persephone.

My understanding of the Greek mythological system is limited to the background that the Demon Gym has developed to date.

It can be said that the way the Demon God Dojo has shaped her over the years is her self-awareness.

During the questioning, it was also clear that the Queen of the Underworld had a strong thirst for knowledge about "self," especially after learning that Wu Xian possessed the will of a true god, she became extremely respectful to Wu Xian.

"Revered true god's will, you seem to know a great deal about my background power, but does it come from the world that I resonate with in the darkness?" The Queen of the Underworld's consciousness spoke with anticipation.

"I guess so," Wu Xian nodded. "At least they're much more reliable than those guys at the Demon God Dojo."

"As expected, no wonder the name Persephone feels so familiar to me." The Queen of the Underworld said with delight, "Please, Your Majesty, guide this junior on the right path."

Wu Xian chuckled, "I do have a system here that would be perfect for you. If you're interested, you can come with me later."

"Turn back?" The Queen of the Underworld asked, puzzled. "Isn't it possible now?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian was also stunned.

So it's that easy to undermine other divine realms?

Originally, it was just a preliminary discussion about the Queen of the Underworld's consciousness, but unexpectedly, the Queen of the Underworld was even more anxious than he was.

"Uh, does Your Majesty the Queen of the Underworld have no feelings or attachment to the Demon God's Realm?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

"Why linger?" the Queen of the Underworld asked, puzzled.

Goodness, suddenly I feel a little sorry for the Demon God Gym.

They licked their boots for thousands of years, but in the end, the noble goddess had no feelings for them whatsoever.

It seems that saying was true: a simp who licks boots ends up with nothing.

“My system hasn’t been used to build the Divine Realm yet. We’ll talk about it after it’s built up,” Wu Xian said.

"I await your summons at any time," the Queen of the Underworld responded respectfully.

Simply put, it means: available whenever needed.

I wonder how the people at the Demon God Dojo will feel when they hear this.
Oh no, I think I've really turned into a blond guy.

As his consciousness left the Demon God's Domain, Wu Xian felt something was off.

I thought poaching someone from another company would be troublesome, but it turned out to be so easy.

"How did the conversation with the Queen of the Underworld go?" the old woman Feng Li asked with great interest. "Are you willing to leave the Demon God's Realm?"

"Well, how should I put it..."

Wu Xian's expression was strange. Just as he was about to speak, a roar came from the horizon.

"Wu Xian, you brat, get out here right now—!"

Two figures, one old and one young, suddenly appeared, their aura menacing.

Wu Xian recognized Zhang Bo at a glance. As for the old man with the mustache next to Zhang Bo, he should be Zhang Bo's grandfather, the uncle Zhang Yao mentioned.

"So efficient?"

Zhang Yao had previously mentioned that his younger brother Zhang Bo had a grandfather who was short-tempered and overprotective.

I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly.

(End of this chapter)