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

Chapter 515 The Old Master's Left Green Dragon

Regardless, Wu Mingchang's "resurrection" is definitely big news.

The upper echelons are now showing signs of decline, their deterrent power is gradually diminishing, and the matter of the god-killing plan from back then is no longer considered a "taboo".

In particular, the appearance of the Mechanical Gym [Gate of Creation] has fundamentally shaken the ruling power of the upper echelons.

Take their Demon God Dojo for example. They have long since stopped taking the upper echelons seriously and are even looking for opportunities to fleece them.

Therefore, in the near future, the various factions at the lower levels will definitely fight each other up.

All the high-level officials understand this, but they haven't completely broken ties with the higher-ups yet.

The upper class has been lording it over others for so many years, and the entire upper-class world is a huge piece of fat meat. Who wouldn't want a piece of the pie?

However, the lower world knows very little about the upper world.

As someone who had fought his way up, Wu Mingchang's experience in confronting the upper echelons and his understanding of the upper echelons were things they valued most.

"Bo'er, try your best to get along well with Wu Xian from now on," Zhang Meng reminded her seriously.

"Ah? But it's Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld."

“One thing at a time. The various martial arts schools have always been competing openly and covertly, but that doesn’t affect their cooperation,” Zhang Meng said earnestly. “You still have a child’s mindset. You should learn more from Brother Zhang Yao in the future.”

Grandpa was beaten up by Wu Mingchang back then, but he still admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Or, to put it another way, since that kid already possesses the Queen of the Underworld, he'll be an unofficial scroll holder of our Demon God Dojo from now on, so isn't he practically one of us?

Zhang Bo scratched his head for a long time, clearly still a bit confused.

what's going on?
How come after all this fuss, we've become one of us?
……

At the thatched cottage, Wu Xian was arranging a bunch of tattoo tools, preparing to tattoo the old man.

In fact, the old man's tattoo ink was ready a long time ago, but he was delayed because he was too busy lately.

"Is this... really okay?" Grandma Feng Li asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, human body scroll tattooing is quite mature nowadays," Wu Xian reassured his grandmother. "Moreover, my idea for this scroll is extremely compatible with my grandfather's dragon-shaped spiritual image."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Feng Li finally felt a little relieved.

“Grandpa, your grandson is about to begin. Please get ready,” Wu Xianti said seriously, “The tattooing process may be quite painful.”

"Pain?" The old man didn't seem to care.

Anyone who can cultivate to the tenth level of body cultivation has crawled out of endless pain.

Wu Xian chuckled and immediately began the tattooing process.

Tattooing requires extremely high physical fitness, but there's probably no one in the world with better physical fitness than the old man.

"Wow~ Tenth-level body cultivators are really different."

During the tattooing process, Wu Xian could clearly feel that the old man's skin was much better than that of an average person.

It's like the difference between practice paper and top-quality paper; whether it's the fusion with spiritual matter or the tattooing process, it's much smoother than for ordinary people.

Moreover, while the tattoo was being drawn, the old man's dragon-shaped spirit image was also appearing and disappearing in response to Wu Xian's "brushstrokes," resonating and blending with each other.

The old man remained calm and described his feelings with surprise, "The tattoo scroll seems to be gradually working in harmony with my dragon spirit, and there is no pain at all, it is actually quite comfortable."

"Comfortable?" Wu Xian was also stunned.

From this perspective, the reason why tattooing is painful is entirely due to insufficient physical fitness.

"Interesting. The spiritual substances in the tattoo ink seem to be transforming into the laws and patterns in the spiritual circuit, which is much easier than me comprehending and condensing the laws and patterns myself."

For physical cultivators, it is necessary to comprehend the power of the laws of heaven and earth and integrate it into their own spiritual energy circuits to form spiritual phenomena.

At this moment, the tattoo scroll is directly constructing a complex law circuit within his psionic circuitry, perfectly matching his original dragon-shaped spiritual image while further expanding and perfecting it.

Simply put, in the past, people had to learn the knowledge from books on their own.

And now, the knowledge from books is being stuffed directly into his brain in a wonderful way.

There's no need for exploration or understanding; the knowledge is readily available.

All you need to do next is understand this knowledge and integrate it.

Unbeknownst to him, a majestic azure dragon pattern had appeared on the old man's left arm, making his already rugged and chivalrous demeanor even more fierce.

Wu Xian's tattooing process was also smooth and natural, without any resistance whatsoever.

Finally, the moment the blue dragon tattoo was completed, the blue dragon tattoo coiled on the old man's left arm shone with a dazzling blue divine light, as if the whole dragon had come to life.

At the same time, the old man's dragon-shaped spiritual image naturally appeared.

Unlike the somewhat abstract dragon-shaped spirit image of the past, the current dragon-shaped spirit image is a majestic and powerful divine dragon, vividly coiled around the old man.

Yes, the spirit image that was originally in a fixed state has now come to life.

The entire Azure Dragon Spirit emanated astonishing power fluctuations, unlike the tattooed phantoms of Zhang Mazi's group of tattooed warriors.

The Azure Dragon before them was entirely formed from intricate and complex spiritual energy circuits, and could be regarded as a special scroll painting spirit.

A scroll spirit formed from the old man's own cultivation and understanding of the laws.

"Such powerful spiritual energy fluctuations! Even the Black Scroll Painting Spirit is no more than this!" Grandma Feng Li couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"It's probably not as simple as just spirituality."

Wu Xian stared intently at the azure dragon spirit surrounding the old man, and could faintly sense the powerful aura that only a being of divine nature possessed.

After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, the old man slowly stood up. "The power came too easily; I'm not quite used to it yet."

As he spoke, he activated and circulated his spiritual energy.

The azure dragon, a spiritual entity coiled around the old man, roared repeatedly, its roars growing larger as it swirled, transforming into a gigantic azure dragon figure coiled behind the old man, majestically overlooking the world.

"How's it going, Grandpa? How's the improvement?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

“The improvement is significant,” Wu Mingchang pondered. “However, after the spiritual manifestation, the combat style is also quite different from before, and it will take some time to adapt.”

"Can we kill those so-called gods at the top?" Wu Xian asked with great interest.

“Uh,” Wu Mingchang smiled in surprise, “We weren’t afraid of them back then, so naturally we aren’t afraid now.”

"That's good. You can lead the charge, and we'll turn the world upside down!"

"Alright, that's enough," Grandma Feng Li said with a light laugh. "Your great-uncle just sent me a message asking you to go over there. It's probably still about the Queen of the Underworld."

Wu Xian understood, and after a brief farewell, he headed towards the front-line camp.

……

Inside the Association's command headquarters camp on the front lines of the Blood and Flesh Abyss.

Led by the Zhang family patriarch, the high-ranking members of the Demon God Dojo glared menacingly at Feng Xu, demanding an explanation. "What? My Xian'er has repaired that remnant of the Underworld Queen's spirit?" Feng Xu exclaimed in surprise, almost bursting out laughing. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

“He has already altered the divine image imprints on the Divine Realm, how could they be fake?” The Zhang family patriarch’s face was gloomy. “You should know what this means for our Demon God Dojo. Let’s just talk about terms.”

"Tsk~" Feng Xu looked troubled. "This is not a good matter!"

"What, you old scoundrel, you don't want to go back either?" The Zhang family patriarch slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Don't think I don't know your little schemes."

Upon seeing this, Feng Xu raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying? My grandson obtained the remnant spirit of the Queen of the Underworld through his own abilities, and he restored it into his own scroll through his own abilities. Why should he hand it over to you?"

"Hmph! What makes that kid think he can repair the remnant spirit of the Queen of the Underworld?" The Zhang family patriarch's face turned ashen. "Let's just lay our cards on the table. Did your Feng family secretly steal the inheritance data of our Demon God Dojo back then?"

You old scoundrel, you've been hiding it well!

Upon hearing this, Feng Xu was somewhat bewildered. "Wait, when did my Feng family steal the inheritance of your Demon God Dojo?"

"Isn't that so?" the Zhang family patriarch retorted. "Even if he is exceptionally talented, he couldn't possibly have restored the Queen of the Underworld to perfection, could he?"

"Why not?" Feng Xu asked, frowning.

What's going on? My grandson not only repaired the Queen of the Underworld, but he did it perfectly.

He even began to suspect that the Queen of the Underworld's legacy from the Demon God Dojo had been secretly leaked.

My little grandson is amazing!

"Think about it yourself, is this reasonable?" The more the Zhang family patriarch thought about it, the angrier he became.

Just then, Zhang Meng and his grandson Zhang Bo rushed over.

Seeing that Zhang Meng returned empty-handed, the Zhang family patriarch knew that this attempt to forcibly seize the goods had failed.

Then, Zhang Meng sneaked up to him and explained the situation. The Zhang family patriarch was completely stunned. "What? Are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true, it almost scared me to death," Zhang Meng said, still shaken.

"This...this..." The Zhang family patriarch's face turned pale and then purple, and it took him a long time to calm down from the shock. He looked at Feng Xu in disbelief, "Wu Xian is that person's grandson?"

Feng Xu smiled, his eyes narrowed, and said with a hint of regret, "A tragic fate... a tragic fate!"

"..." The Zhang family patriarch's face was distorted, and he sat in the chair as if somewhat powerless. "Fine, just state your terms."

"I can't make that decision myself; it depends on what my little grandson thinks," Feng Xu said with a smile.

The Zhang family patriarch's face turned ashen.

Meanwhile, the other elders of the Demon God Dojo were still unaware of what had happened, and they were all bewildered, secretly asking Zhang Meng about it.

Zhang Yao, who was brought in as a witness, was also stunned by the ancestor's sudden change in attitude.

Where did that unruly spirit go? Why did it suddenly become so subdued?
Confused, she couldn't help but ask Zhang Bo in a low voice.

"Wu Xian's grandfather was a body cultivation master? Uncle was scared away back then?"

Zhang Yao became increasingly confused as he listened.

What kind of body cultivation master? The mighty Demon God Dojo would actually be afraid of a body cultivation master?
After Zhang Bo gave a hesitant explanation, Zhang Yao finally understood.

A god-level body cultivator? Such a being actually exists in this world?

real or fake?

Judging from the change in attitude of our ancestors and elders, it seems to be true.

What the hell?

Isn't Wu Xian a member of the association? How come he suddenly has a grandfather who is a god-level body cultivator?
A moment later, Wu Xian arrived at the scene at a leisurely pace. "Oh, senior is here too?"

Zhang Meng nodded, his lips twitching. "Come, come, let's sit down and talk slowly. You can tell me your conditions. As long as you're willing to return Her Majesty the Underworld Queen, we can discuss anything."

"Haha, let your great-uncle give you a hug." Feng Xu stood up happily to greet him, his heart already bursting with joy. "You really are something, not even telling your great-uncle about something so important."

Thus, Wu Xian, as the "defendant," joined this high-level negotiation.

The Demon God Dojo offered various generous conditions, but Wu Xian didn't react at all.

"Little Wu," the Zhang family patriarch pleaded earnestly, "After all, Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld is the legacy of my Demon God Dojo. Even if you take it, it won't mean anything to you. Why bother?"

“But I feel that Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld is quite useful,” Wu Xian said. “Moreover, I am confident that I can help Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld advance further, so please rest assured, seniors, I will definitely not disgrace Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld’s thousand-year legacy.”

"..." The Zhang family elders and others were slightly stiff.

That's their Black Scroll Prince, passed down for thousands of years! How could it not be useful?
"Don't tell me you still have the confidence to compete for the ownership of Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld?" the Zhang family patriarch said resentfully.

No way! That's the thousand-year-old heritage of their Demon God Dojo. Even if the Feng family stole some of the heritage materials back then, their understanding of the Underworld Queen's heritage couldn't possibly be deeper or more comprehensive than theirs.

They will never be able to compete with them in the future. At most, they can only annoy them in front of outsiders and make their Demon God Dojo a laughing stock.

Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to return the items belonging to the Queen of the Underworld to their rightful owner and make everyone happy?
To their surprise, Wu Xian's next sentence completely stunned them.

“I don’t think there’s absolutely no chance,” Wu Xian pondered before speaking. “Besides, I’ve already communicated with Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld, and she approves of me quite a bit.”

Upon hearing this, everyone at the Demon God Dojo fell silent.

What does this mean? Does this little guy really want to compete with them for the copyright to the Queen of the Underworld's divine image?
"What? You've already communicated with Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld's will?" The Zhang family patriarch said incredulously, "Little one, don't be silly. Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld's will is so noble that she rarely communicates with us. How could she possibly accept an outsider like you?"

Everyone at the Demon God Dojo looked incredulous.

How could Her Majesty the Great Queen of the Underworld possibly approve of an outsider? Isn't this a joke?
"How about... you go and confirm with the Queen of the Underworld?" Wu Xian said with a light laugh.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Demon God Dojo exchanged glances, a vague sense of foreboding creeping over them.

A moment later, the Zhang family patriarch personally traveled to the Demon God's Realm to seek confirmation from the Underworld Queen's will.

After confirming the news, the Zhang family patriarch had a strange expression on his face, clearly doubting his own existence. After some awkward pleasantries, he began to discuss the matter seriously with the people around him.

While the group from the Demon God Dojo were discussing the matter, Uncle Feng Xu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Xian'er, have you really gained the approval of the Queen of the Underworld?"

"How could this be fake?" Wu Xian replied with a light laugh.

The current Queen of the Underworld would love to throw herself at him immediately.

Only the people at the Demon God Dojo still naively believe that the great Queen of the Underworld will always belong to them.

“That’s right. As long as the Queen of the Underworld isn’t blind, she’ll naturally see how outstanding Xian’er is,” Feng Xu said cheerfully. “In that case, we’ll be the rightful holders of the scroll.”

The Demon God Dojo has clearly come to terms with reality. Although they don’t understand why the Queen of the Underworld would acknowledge an outsider, they simply cannot accept that the Queen of the Underworld’s legacy has fallen into the hands of an outsider.

After some discussion, the elder named Zhang Meng solemnly stepped forward and said, "Young friend, as you have seen before, I am a person who possesses ancient methods of painting scrolls. I wonder if you are interested in ancient methods of painting scrolls?"

To be honest, I have a set of secret materials on ancient scroll painting techniques, which have a high probability of enabling you to create the legendary ancient scroll painting.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian was stunned and speechless.

Is this a prelude to exchanging "hostages" for materials made using ancient scroll painting techniques?

(End of this chapter)