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

Chapter 514 Sorry to bother you.

At this moment, Wu Xian was not flustered at all; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

The grandparents, standing nearby, naturally knew what was going on. The old man, Wu Mingchang, frowned slightly. "People from the Demon God Dojo?"

"I have a vague recollection of him, I think his name was Zhang Meng," the old lady Feng Li said after looking around for a moment.

"Zhang Meng?" Wu Mingchang asked in confusion, "Is there such a person in the Zhang family? I don't remember him."

"It's the one who's always behind Zhang Heng," Feng Li reminded him.

"Oh, I remember now," Wu Mingchang suddenly recalled, "That young man from back then has grown up to be this old?"

Feng Li said irritably, "We're all almost in our graves, so naturally those people from back then will be the same."

Wu Mingchang sighed for a moment, then slowly looked at the people approaching from the horizon.

As they spoke, Zhang Meng and his grandson Zhang Bo appeared above the thatched hut, looking down at them with burning anger.

Perhaps sensing the hidden presence of the old man and woman, Zhang Meng, the old man with the mustache, became wary.

"Finally found you," Zhang Meng said, his beard bristling and eyes wide. "So it was you who bullied my grandson? And secretly stole the inheritance of my Demon God Dojo?"

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to label a junior like this right off the bat?" Wu Xian retorted politely. "When did I ever steal your legacy?"

"Hmph! If I say you stole it, then you stole it. How dare you deny it?" Zhang Meng retorted angrily. "Today, either you return Her Highness the Underworld Queen to me, or I'll settle the score with you for bullying my grandson."

Wu Xian wasn't stupid. This man's protectiveness was secondary; his main purpose was to use this as an excuse to seize the Queen of the Underworld.

Seeing this, the old lady couldn't help but tease, "Has the Demon God Dojo lost all sense of shame? Are they planning to just rob us outright?"

"..." Zhang Meng frowned, looking at the old woman behind Wu Xian. She seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place her. "Are you a member of the association?"

The old lady, Feng Li, remained noncommittal.

Zhang Meng's heart sank.

They were originally planning to strike first and bully the weak.

It seems there's no chance now.

"Strange, I know most of the older generation in your association, so why don't I have any impression of you?" Zhang Meng wondered to himself.

"I don't usually pay much attention to the association's affairs," Feng Li said calmly and in a peaceful tone.

Zhang Meng's eyes flickered. He didn't usually participate in association affairs, so could he be a member of the Qi Department?

But so what if Qi Bu is here? Now that he's here, he's definitely going to give it his all.

As long as we can bring Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld back, everything will be worthwhile.

“My little Bo’er is the apple of my eye. Now that he’s been bullied by Wu Xian, I, as his grandfather, am really furious,” Zhang Meng said with a pained expression. “Look at my grandson, he’s been beaten so badly he’s covered in bruises!”

Wu Xian rolled his eyes as he listened.

Are you just blatantly lying?

Zhang Bo was clearly full of energy, but he sounded like he was about to die.

“So what if we fought?” Old Master Wu Mingchang raised an eyebrow and said, “In my opinion, we didn’t fight hard enough.”

“That makes sense,” the old lady Feng Li agreed wholeheartedly.

"Fine! No wonder this kid is so arrogant, it turns out you elders didn't educate him properly!" Zhang Meng gritted his teeth in anger.

Although he came to cause trouble, he was also genuinely protective of his own.

Their own grandson was clearly bullied, yet the other parents reacted like this.

This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
"Do you two really think the Zhang family's disciples are easy to bully?" Zhang Meng grew angrier the more he thought about it. His tenth level of spiritual power surged, and a divine diagram appeared above his head. A terrifying sense of oppression instantly sealed off the entire thatched hut. "If this matter isn't resolved today, even if that old bastard Feng Xu comes, I won't let him get away with it!"

However, the old man and woman below remained completely unmoved in the face of his powerful aura.

Even more outrageous is that Wu Xian, that little guy, didn't react at all.

What's going on? Is my power too weak?
It's understandable that the two older generation could withstand his power, but what makes Wu Xian so special?
"No wonder this brat is so arrogant. He underestimated you two," Zhang Meng sneered in a deep voice. "I've said it before, even if that old bastard Feng Xu comes today, he'll have to give me an explanation!"

Having said that, an earth-shattering aura appeared above his head from the divine image.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal figure emerged from the divine image. It was a gigantic being with dozens of heads and nearly a hundred arms, exuding the terrifying aura of the Nine Star Jade Scroll.

Wu Xian was startled.

When I first saw that amazing picture, I felt something was off.

Good heavens, it's the Hundred-Handed Giant from Greek mythology?
That old man from the Zhang family is quite something!
However, seeing the calm expressions on the old man and woman's faces, Wu Xian felt relieved.

After all, our grandmother's natal Earth Mother Goddess was the prototype of Nuwa, and at least Gaia had to come out to be qualified to be compared with our grandmother's Earth Mother Goddess.

"Tell me, how do you plan to resolve the issue of your grandson bullying my grandson?" Zhang Meng asked arrogantly.

But then they saw the seemingly ordinary old man below step into the air and squint at his hundred-armed giant.

They thought the other party was scared, but the next second, they saw dense spiritual energy circuits flowing around the old man's body.

"A body tempering cultivator?" Zhang Meng was startled.

No, something's not right.

Why is the spiritual power emanating from the other party still increasing?
A moment later, seeing the solidifying spiritual image gradually appearing around Wu Mingchang, Zhang Meng felt his heart pound wildly, "Ten...ten...stage body cultivator?!"

When did the association have an old guy who's a tenth-level body cultivator? I've never heard of him before.

"It's just body cultivation, why are you so nervous, Grandpa?" Zhang Bo asked with a strange expression.

At least in his mind, body cultivators were all a rabble.

Zhang Meng's lips twitched. "Ordinary body cultivators are naturally insignificant, but tenth-stage body cultivators are different. In short, this matter is not going to be easy to handle today."

"Do you still want an explanation?" Wu Mingchang asked calmly with a smile.

"..." Zhang Meng's expression shifted between light and dark. "I didn't expect the association to have a tenth-level body cultivator like yourself hidden away. But even if you are a tenth-level body cultivator, I still need an explanation today!"

In the past, he would definitely not have been a match for a tenth-stage body cultivator.

But things are different now. Since he mastered the ancient scroll painting technique, his skills have already improved by a level.

Another point is that physical cultivators value physical strength and age the most. If the opponent is already this old, how much of the strength of a tenth-level physical cultivator can he still exert?

After some thought, Zhang Meng felt that it might be worth a try.

The key is that my grandson is watching from the side; I can't lose face.

"Oh."

Wu Mingchang let out a soft "oh," and his figure transformed into a blur as he launched his attack.

Ouch——!
A tiger's roar and an air explosion rang out in the air, and the figure appeared in front of the hundred-armed giant in an instant, delivering a flying kick.

Zhang Bo, who was standing to the side, didn't even see what happened. The next second, the giant's massive body was kicked away.

"What? This...this...how is this possible?" Zhang Bo couldn't believe his eyes.

You have to understand, that's the Hundred-Armed Giant from their Demon God Gym, known for its strength! And with its size and weight, it was actually kicked away by someone.

It's just... outrageous!
Zhang Meng hadn't expected his opponent to attack so decisively, catching him completely off guard. He immediately controlled the Hundred-Armed Giant to stabilize itself, and ten segments of spiritual power continuously poured into the Hundred-Armed Giant's body, controlling it to launch a powerful counterattack.

boom! boom! boom!
It is said that two fists can't beat four hands, but the hundred-armed giant's hundred arms couldn't gain any advantage at all.

The afterimages of Wu Mingchang kept appearing around him, making it impossible to touch the hem of Wu Mingchang's clothes.

On the contrary, the Hundred-Handed Giant was hammered and knocked about, and several of the dozens of deformed heads piled up on his body had been smashed to pieces.

"At this age, how can she still be in such good shape? That's unbelievable!"

Zhang Meng grew increasingly alarmed as he fought, and in the next second, Wu Mingchang's afterimage was already hurtling towards him.

"?!"

Zhang Meng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he had no time to dodge.

However, just as Wu Mingchang approached, a dense layer of blood-red divine light suddenly emanated from Zhang Meng's body.

"Eh~?"

The old man Wu Mingchang's grappling attempt seemed to be blocked by a powerful force, which surprised him.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wu Xian and his grandmother Feng Li's eyes flickered, and they both realized something at the same time, and said in unison: "The scroll of destiny?"

That's right, what's erupting from Zhang Meng's body right now is the power of his natal ancient scroll.

Buzz~!

Suddenly, a massive figure materialized behind Zhang Meng, and an enormous eye opened out of thin air.

Amidst his maniacal laughter, Zhang Meng unleashed a terrifying aura, his body rising abruptly from the crimson divine light, with a colossal cyclops rising from the ground behind him.

"Another ancient scroll painting of my destiny?" Wu Xian's expression was strange.

Then, thinking about Zhang Bo's signature ancient painting scroll, something vaguely came to mind.

Goodness, could it be one of those netizens from the old forum?
"Do you know the power of a natal scroll possessing a body?" Zhang Meng laughed arrogantly. "You are a tenth-level body cultivator, so you must be no nobody. May I ask your esteemed name?"

"Wu Mingchang." The old man stood in mid-air, confronting the Cyclops.

"Wu Mingchang? Why does that name sound so familiar?" Zhang Meng was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized something, "You...you...Wu Mingchang, you...you...you're still alive?"

The old man smiled with narrowed eyes, but did not explain anything.

But Zhang Meng's expression was as if he had seen a ghost. In his panic, he suppressed the aura of being possessed by a Cyclops and said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

After saying that, she grabbed her grandson Bo'er, turned around, and ran away without looking back.

"Aren't you going to demand an explanation?" The old man asked with a strange expression.

"No, no, it's just kids playing around, it's nothing serious." Zhang Meng replied as he ran, afraid that Wu Mingchang would catch up. "To be honest, I was once one of your many admirers."

The old man shook his head and smiled, then added in a deep voice, "Please tell your Zhang family patriarch that my Xian'er can forget about this Queen of the Underworld unless he is willing to return it to you."

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely take it. Please rest first."

Old man Wu Mingchang silently gathered his strength and landed steadily, "just like those old folks in his family back then."

"We're family." Feng Li covered her mouth and chuckled.

"By the way, who is the current ancestor of the Zhang family?" the old man asked casually.

“Zhang Xiao, who else could it be?” the old lady laughed. “He probably won’t live for many more years.”

The old man smiled knowingly.

Wu Xian stared blankly at the scene, his expression strange. "They ran away just like that?"

The old lady affectionately patted Wu Xian's head. "Your grandfather was quite famous back then. Although the younger generation may not know much about him, those people back then knew him very well."

……

Hundreds of miles away, after confirming that the person hadn't caught up, Zhang Meng was still shaken.

Damn it, who would have thought that guy was still alive?

That's strange. Wasn't it supposed to be a complete failure back then? How could those guys at the top have let him live?
What shocked him even more was that Wu Xian was actually that man's grandson. What should he do?
Unless they later create a true human god, if I remember correctly, that guy also killed many of those high-ranking god-level beings back then.

Is Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld destined to have her legacy leaked out?

Meanwhile, his grandson Zhang Bo was still completely bewildered and confused. "Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Was that old man really that scary?"

“How can you talk like that? He was my grandfather’s idol when he was young,” Zhang Mengyi said righteously.

The words he said when he ran away weren't just trying to build rapport; back then, he genuinely idolized Wu Mingchang.

I never expected that my former idol would not only be alive, but also as powerful as ever.

"Your idol?" Zhang Bo asked incredulously.

“She’s not just my grandfather’s idol, she’s an idol for many people of our generation,” Zhang Meng said with emotion. “In short, we definitely can’t take Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld back, so we can only think of other ways.”

"A tenth-stage body cultivator... is he really that terrifying?" Zhang Bo simply couldn't understand it.

Zhang Meng sighed bitterly, "If it were just a tenth-level body cultivator, it would be fine, but the key is that that guy is the only person in history who has touched the legendary eleventh level of body cultivation."

"Eleventh level?" Zhang Bo was stunned. "There's an eleventh level for body cultivation? Isn't the highest level for spiritual power only ten?"

“Although body tempering cultivation is based on spiritual power, its upper limit is not restricted by the level of spiritual power cultivation,” Zhang Meng said with emotion. “Just like how beings from other worlds can break through their limits to become gods, the Extraordinary Scroll can also forge a true god after reaching its theoretical limit.”

In theory, body tempering cultivation can also break through that final limitation.

"You mean that the old senior has already reached the god level through body tempering cultivation?" Zhang Bo was extremely shocked.

“That’s one way to understand it,” Zhang Meng said thoughtfully. “It’s just that we humans have deep-seated flaws and limitations that prevent us from attaining enlightenment normally.”

"Human flaws?" Zhang Bo asked, puzzled.

“That’s right. We humans are different from the otherworldly beings. We seem to have some kind of deep-seated flaws and limitations,” Zhang Meng nodded. “This is also the fundamental reason why the first generation of sages turned to developing the path of extraordinary scrolls.”

Zhang Bo was completely bewildered. While shocked, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him. "Then Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld...?"

"If the hard approach doesn't work, we can try the soft approach," Zhang Meng sighed helplessly.

The most urgent task right now is to tell the ancestor this news, so as not to provoke that pervert.

But speaking of which, how did Wu Mingchang end up working with the association?

That older woman was most likely a member of the Feng family.

In this way, the relationship between Wu Xian and Feng Xu can be explained.

He just couldn't understand it.

After the God-Slaying Plan failed, how could the higher-ups allow Wu Mingchang to live? Aren't they afraid of doing it again?

Or is it that Wu Mingchang has become so powerful that even the heavens cannot kill him?

(End of this chapter)