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

Chapter 516 My Uncle's Fate Scroll

Wu Xian's expression was strange, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, he already has an ancient-style natal scroll painting.

On the other hand, this ancient scroll painting material is very likely the experience he shared on the forum.

Seeing that Wu Xian had no reaction, Zhang Meng and the others from the Demon God Dojo were secretly puzzled.

"What, young friend, are you not interested in the ancient method of creating a destiny scroll?" Zhang Meng asked, puzzled. "Or perhaps you are not well aware of the power and advantages of destiny scrolls?"

"Well... cough cough... how should I put it?"

Wu Xian's expression was strange, and he prepared to give the other party a hint.

At this moment, the great-uncle snorted and said, "Alright, you should put away your old scroll painting techniques. They may be valuable to others, but they are worthless to the Feng family."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Meng asked, puzzled.

Uncle Feng Xu smiled slightly, raised his hand and flicked out a scroll, which circled the scene once before quickly returning to his mind.

Although it was brief, everyone present clearly saw the situation of the scroll.

For a moment, Zhang Meng and the others were dumbfounded and fell silent.

"A blood-red destiny scroll? Elder Feng also possesses an ancient method of drawing destiny scrolls?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems that seven life marks have already been formed!"

"This...this..." Zhang Meng exclaimed incredulously, "You also know about ancient scroll painting techniques?"

Even the Zhang family patriarch, who was familiar with Feng Xu, was shocked. "You old fool, you actually had such a trick up your sleeve?"

He had been dealing with wind patterns since he was young, yet he knew absolutely nothing about them.

Wu Xian was also stunned.

What's going on? My great-uncle also has a personal mural?

Could it be that my great-uncle was also a user of that forum?
No, no, my great-uncle's natal scroll has a total of seven life marks, so it was obviously not drawn in the last two years.

Considering that Grandma Feng Li's natal Earth Mother Goddess, it's not hard to guess what's going on.

His great-uncle's subsequent response confirmed his suspicions.

“The ancient scroll painting technique is only precious to your respective parties,” Uncle Feng Xu said with a smile, “but for my Feng family, the art of ancient scroll painting has never been interrupted.”

These words shocked the entire audience.

"What? How is this possible?"

"Does that mean your Feng family has always possessed the ancient technique of painting scrolls?" the Zhang family patriarch exclaimed in surprise.

"Otherwise, why do you think my Feng family has always been the mainstay of the association?" Feng Xu asked calmly.

"..."

It took the Zhang family patriarch a long time to calm down.

The Feng family has kept the ancient scroll painting technique hidden for a long time, and they only learned about it a thousand years later.

“However, I was somewhat surprised that Brother Zhang Meng was able to restore the ancient scroll painting technique,” ​​Feng Xu looked at Zhang Meng with a hint of surprise. “I heard that many ancient scroll painting techniques have recently emerged from various academies, all cobbled together?”

Zhang Meng's expression froze, and he was unable to calm down for a long time.

“It would be a good thing if we could manage to put it together,” Feng Xu said unhurriedly. “However, when it comes to ancient scroll painting, technique and craftsmanship are secondary. In the end, it all comes down to one’s state of mind and fate.”

Even those who lack the skill may be able to create such a painting if they are destined to do so.

So... don't try to fool my little grandson with your half-baked knowledge.

Zhang Meng was speechless.

As Feng Xu said, the technique of ancient scroll painting is secondary; the essence lies in one's state of mind and fate.

Otherwise, their Demon God Dojo would have been covered in ancient scrolls long ago.

To date, only his grandson Zhang Bo and a newly promoted young elder of the Taoist temple have successfully created the ancient scroll painting.

Presenting one's insights into ancient scroll painting techniques today is essentially just bluffing, betting that the other party is ignorant.

Who would have thought that this old fox, Feng Xu, was hiding his true intentions better than anyone else?

"As for the matter of the Queen of the Underworld, let's leave it at that. After all, Your Highness the Queen of the Underworld has already recognized my little grandson as the holder of the scroll," Feng Xu said with a hint of smugness and gloating in his eyes. "Instead of spending time on the situation in the Abyss of Flesh and Blood, we should pay more attention to it, lest any remnant spirits fall into the hands of outsiders."

"..."

The Zhang family patriarch and his group looked ashen-faced, feeling worse than if they had eaten excrement.

After some awkward pleasantries, I reluctantly took my leave.

No sooner had the group from the Demon God Dojo stepped out of their tent than Uncle Fengxu burst into hearty laughter, as if afraid they wouldn't hear him. "Hahaha, Xian'er did a great job! That old bastard Zhang Xiao's face has turned green."

When has our association ever benefited from something like this? He's such a good grandson!

Wu Xian was both amused and exasperated, naturally understanding that these words were actually meant for the people at the Demon God Dojo.

Outside the tent, the group from the Demon God Dojo paused noticeably before leaving with heavy steps.

The moment they emerged from the dimensional rift, the faces of everyone at the Demon God Dojo were filled with frustration.

"Ancestor, has Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld truly approved of that boy?" At this moment, the crowd was still somewhat unwilling to believe it.

"Yes." The Zhang family patriarch nodded through gritted teeth.

In fact, the reality is not as simple as just accepting it.

The usually aloof and mysterious Queen of the Underworld actually asked him to cooperate well with that little guy Wu Xian, which speaks volumes about how much importance she attaches to him.

Throughout their history, all the scroll holders of the Demon God Dojo have never been so highly regarded by Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld.

"How could this be?" Zhang Meng and the others were baffled. "Could it be that the boy used sorcery to bewitch Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld?"

The Zhang family patriarch shook his head solemnly, "Judging from what Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld said, it seems to be due to the true divine will behind Wu Xian. Given time, it may indeed be possible to help Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld ascend to godhood."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Demon God Dojo were both surprised and suspicious.

"You mean that Wu Xian's true god will has a connection with Her Majesty the Underworld Queen?"

"That must be it, otherwise Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld wouldn't have so easily accepted an outsider," the Zhang family patriarch comforted himself.

"Hiss~ If that kid can really help Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld ascend to godhood, it would be a tremendous boon for our dojo."

"Yes!" The Zhang family patriarch sighed softly.

It's a good thing for Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld and the entire Demon God Dojo, but for these aristocratic families, it's not a good thing at all, and it's incredibly repulsive.

It's like having a fly stuck in your throat; you can't cough it out, and you can't swallow it down.

The source of laws is no longer an exclusive resource of the upper world; all parties are secretly putting in their best efforts to forge true gods.

If Wu Xian can get the Queen of the Underworld to ascend to godhood first, it will undoubtedly give their Demon God Dojo a head start.

But what's infuriating is that if Her Highness the Queen of the Underworld successfully ascends to godhood, Wu Xian will get half the credit for both the achievement and the subsequent fruits of victory.

If Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld grants that kid the highest authority, it's even possible that Wu Xian could directly steal the peach.

"Are we just going to let this go like this?" one of the elders of the Demon God Dojo still couldn't accept it.

"Even Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld has approved, what else can we do?" The Zhang family patriarch said helplessly. "From now on, just treat him as one of our own, even if he's not one of our own."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a sense of helplessness, but some people's eyes flickered with thoughtfulness.

Zhang Yao and Zhang Bo remained unsettled for a long time amidst the crowd. According to custom, they would even have to address Wu Xian as "Elder" from now on.

After all, the holder of the scroll has a very high status in the dojo, and has the inherent attribute of being a level above everyone else.

Take the patriarch of the Zhang family for example. The reason he holds such a high position is that he is not only the Supreme Elder, but also the Elder who holds the two black scrolls.

"Well, now we're practically one of our own," Zhang Meng said with a wry smile, looking at his grandson Zhang Bo. "Be more polite to people in the future."

Zhang Bo scratched his head, wondering if he was still dreaming.

……

Inside the front-line camp.

Uncle Fengxu's laughter never stopped; it felt like Chinese New Year.

Although Wu Xian isn't a member of the Feng family, he's really something else!

"I never expected that my great-uncle would also have an ancient method of creating a destiny scroll." Wu Xian said in surprise, his eyes full of curiosity.

“That’s normal, your grandma has it too, doesn’t she?” Feng Xu laughed. “I just didn’t expect those old guys to actually gain some experience and insights. So, we don’t need to keep it a secret anymore.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian felt slightly embarrassed.

After all, the ancient scroll painting techniques that netizens now have are actually things he shared.

"Has the Feng family's ancient scroll painting technique never been interrupted?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

“That’s right,” Feng Xu nodded. “Our Feng family’s ancestor was one of the few early scroll painters who lived into the new era. The others relied on longevity, while our Feng family’s ancestor relied on youth. He caught the last train of the early scroll painters.”

Wu Xian suddenly realized.

Simply put, the Feng family's ancestors were among the later batch of the first generation of scroll painters, and they were still very young when they awakened.

Although they missed the chance to be granted titles and positions according to the natural order of things, they witnessed the transition between the old and new eras.

Although they did not achieve immortality like the first generation of sages, they still carried on the same sincere heart of protecting humanity, and thus established the Scroll Painters Association.

“My older sister told me that Xian’er also has a natal scroll, and it is one with the will of the true god,” Feng Xu said with emotion. “This is undoubtedly the most extreme and perfect form of ancient scroll painting.”

Wu Xian was not surprised by this.

At this moment, he was more curious about his great-uncle's natal portrait scroll. "Could I see your natal portrait scroll?"

Feng Xu smiled slightly and immediately summoned his natal scroll to his side.

He was a middle-aged man dressed simply but with a noble air. He had black hair hanging down his back, a carving knife in his right hand and a scroll of bamboo slips in his left.

It's a nine-star level, and its rank should be similar to that of Grandma, the Earth Mother Goddess.

"So it really is Senior Taihao?"

Wu Xian and the God of Wealth in his sea of ​​consciousness murmured in unison.

However, compared to Grandma Feng Li's prototype of Nuwa, Grandpa's prototype of Fuxi is much less complete.

"Does this scroll possess any special abilities?" Wu Xian inquired curiously. "Something like the Earth Mother Goddess's ability to create physical bodies?"

“My great-uncle’s scroll is called [Wen Zu],” Feng Xu introduced. “In terms of power and development, it is much weaker than my older sister’s Earth Mother Goddess, but it still has the ability to go toe-to-toe with those black scrolls from the various Demon God Dojos.”

If I had to name a truly unique ability, it would undoubtedly be my skill with words.

“Writing?” Wu Xian suddenly realized.

It seems that this statue of the "Ancestor of Literature" is related to the background power of the great god Fuxi in creating characters.

There is an ancient saying that Fuxi invented characters. Although the more well-known story is that Cangjie invented characters, in myths and legends, Cangjie expanded and perfected the writing system based on Fuxi's characters.

Therefore, Fuxi created characters first, and then Cangjie created characters.

One of them was a pioneer, and the other was a promoter who carried it forward.

He just didn't quite understand what exactly the extraordinary power of words entailed.
To start verbally abusing someone directly?
Perhaps sensing Wu Xian's doubts, Feng Xu chuckled and began to control [Wen Zu] to demonstrate.

Wenzu raised his hand in mid-air and drew a character resembling the word "fire," which floated above Wenzu's head.

Then, under the influence of the "fire" symbol, he began to manipulate the flames.

The key is that the flame is extremely powerful, containing a very high level of fire-elemental law power. With the addition of the Nine Star Scroll and the tenth level of spiritual power from his maternal uncle, its power is far more astonishing than the current Bifang Divine Flame.

It has even shown some characteristics similar to "wood spirit igniting fire", that is, it can directly ignite the [wood spirit essence] in matter.

The "fire" symbol above its head is both a form of writing and a symbol of the laws of heaven and earth.

All I can say is that he truly lives up to the name of the great god Fuxi; in a word: powerful!

"Speaking of which, where did you and Grandma get this scroll from? Is it a lineage passed down from the Feng family ancestors?" Wu Xian couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Speaking of which, we have to thank your grandfather,” Feng Xu explained. “Originally, it was indeed some information left by our ancestors, but it was incomplete. It was only when my elder sister brought back some ancient books and materials that it was able to be completed. She said that Brother Wu obtained the information from the upper echelons.”

Ironically, the ideas for creating a scroll painting derived from these two sources are actually quite suitable for us.

"Ancient books and documents?" Wu Xian couldn't help but become interested. "May I take a look?"

“Of course,” Feng Xu replied without hesitation. “However, those documents will be sealed in the Feng family’s treasury. I’ll take you to see them when I have the chance.”

Good heavens, ancient texts recording the stories of Fuxi and Nuwa.

It was already outrageous enough that the Xue family possessed information about the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, but now information about Fuxi and Nuwa has also surfaced.

Then I thought of the scrolls in various academies that are related to myths and legends from the past.

There must be some connection between Earth and the Scroll World, or perhaps there was some connection in the past?

In his mind's eye, the God of Wealth also had doubts and suspicions: "Were there people from our side before you?"

"Possibly," Wu Xian pondered, "Or perhaps another possibility?"

"How to say?"

"Among the many dimensions that invaded this world back then, could there have been a dimensional force originating from our side?"

“That makes sense,” the God of Wealth said, his eyes flashing with approval. “If that’s the case, then the existence of ancient books and records from our region can explain it.”

Of course, this is just speculation at the moment, and whether it is actually true remains to be verified.

Wu Xian couldn't disturb his uncle any longer, as he still had to command the front-line battle.

Before leaving, under the arrangement of my great-uncle, I placed the King Fungus at the forefront of the front line, letting it take root on that wall of flesh and blood, and infiltrate the abyss of flesh and blood together with the parasites of the parasite elders.

With the Taotie providing cover above and personnel from various positions protecting them, the safety of the King Bacteria can be ensured.

As for news media and such, Wu Xian doesn't need to contact them.

With the situation on the front lines now stable, war correspondents from all over the country didn't have much to broadcast live. But as soon as they heard that the great King Jun had reappeared on the front lines, they came running.

"Master Wu, is the Great King Mushroom your pet?"

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​keeping a fungal monster as a pet?"

"Could you tell us how you tamed this great fungus demon?"

"What advantages do fungi offer as pets?"

"There is a growing craze around the world for raising fungal monsters. Could you share some of your experiences?"

Wu Xian was slightly bewildered by the sudden swarm of media outlets.

(End of this chapter)