Chapter 92: Divine Domain Permissions
Wu Xian was secretly excited on the side, naturally understanding what the association wanted to discuss.
One could only say that when luck in wealth comes, it’s truly unstoppable.
Only at this moment did he suddenly realize the value of the Death Mountain Town Golden Scroll Strategy.
In the current scroll painting world, there were so many 【Death Mountain Town】 instances everywhere, all eagerly waiting to upgrade.
“Master Sister, don’t forget about me,” Wu Xian reminded softly.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be left out,” Xue Lingling teased: “As long as we successfully secure this deal, I can even give back to the family.”
Then, led by Elder Chen, they arrived at the reception hall to wait.
During the wait, Wu Xian voiced his curiosity, “Master Sister, why do you insist on sticking it out at the Undead Sacred Palace? I think the association is pretty good—at least no grievances.”
“Haha, Little Wu, I love hearing that,” Elder Chen chuckled lightly: “Why don’t you join our association from now on?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Xue Lingling shot Elder Chen an annoyed glance.
“Could there be some reason you must go, or some difficulty?” Wu Xian asked puzzled.
“Something like that.” Xue Lingling sighed softly.
Wu Xian was stunned—there really was?
Seeing this, Elder Chen teased slightly: “The Xue Family has authority.”
“Authority?”
“That’s right.” Xue Lingling sighed softly and explained: “My Xue Family, as one of the founding families, enjoys the qualification to compete for Undead Dojo authority, as well as the qualification to compete for divine realm control right. No one can deprive us of that.”
Wu Xian suddenly understood.
If one viewed the dojo as an organization like the United Nations, then the major founding families were like the five permanent members—special existences.
Even if the Xue Family had declined to the point of being worthless, that status still held the power from back then.
As long as the Xue Family could become energetic again, they could reclaim their due power and status.
Especially the divine realm control right, which was also what Xue Lingling cared about most.
The so-called divine realm referred to the collection of divine diagrams constructed by the major dojos in the law void, influencing and promoting each other, developing together—this was the fundamental reason why the major dojos endured without anyone able to shake them.
And as a founding family, the Xue Family’s inherited scroll painting concept naturally bore the qualification imprint to control the Undead Divine Realm.
Simply put, it was born with administrator privileges for the Undead Divine Realm.
This was something later undead system noble families couldn’t compare to.
“Once your master integrates the divine diagram into the Undead Divine Realm, I’ll pull yours in too, to enjoy the nearly thousand years of precipitation and influence from the Undead Divine Realm.” Hope shone in Xue Lingling’s eyes. “Then you’ll surely soar to the skies.”
Wu Xian pursed his lips wryly, having no interest in that so-called Undead Divine Realm.
At best it was called the Undead Divine Diagram system; at worst, it was just a little clique of divine diagrams huddling together.
For other undead-type scroll painters, integrating one’s divine diagram into the Undead Divine Realm was a great recognition, allowing better growth for their divine diagram, and they saw it as an honor.
But for Wu Xian’s divine diagram, it felt somewhat beneath it.
As someone with a complete system built-in, he was destined to construct his own divine realm system in the future.
Though very difficult and distant, as long as money and resources were in place, nothing was impossible.
Once the Underworld Divine Realm system took shape, Xue Lingling wouldn’t need to go anywhere else—just come bathe in my Underworld Divine Realm, disciple takes you flying.
Of course, that was all for later.
The current focus was still the revenue from the Death Mountain Town Golden Scroll Strategy.
Not long after, Yaoyang City Association President Cui Wenxuan returned—a cheerful little old man who, upon entering, bantered familiarly with Xue Lingling: “Impressive, Little Lingling! You actually upgraded the Death Mountain Town Golden Scroll—not unworthy of being old man’s registered direct disciple, making me proud!”
What the heck? Registered direct disciple?
It left Wu Xian and Wang Xiaocong dumbfounded.
“Alright, Teacher, we’re here to talk business.” Xue Lingling was speechless, rubbing her forehead helplessly with a wry smile.
“This must be my registered direct grand-disciple?” Cui Wenxuan squinted at Wu Xian, clearly having investigated him thoroughly. “Little Lingling, this little grand-disciple will stay with the association, right?”
“Can we talk business first?” Xue Lingling felt inwardly helpless.
Wu Xian looked at the somewhat short old kid before him and politely stood: “Junior Wu Xian pays respects to President Senior.”
“No ‘President Senior’—call me Ancestor Master.”
“Ances… Ancestor Master.”
Wu Xian spoke awkwardly, but Xue Lingling didn’t object.
“That’s more like it,” Cui Wenxuan—Old Cui—smiled in satisfaction, his expression gradually turning serious, clearly not as simple as he seemed on the surface. “First, let’s upgrade our Yaoyang City’s Death Mountain Town. As for the association side, your master still needs to discuss with headquarters. First, tell me your quotation.”
“It’ll definitely be cheaper than the dojo.” Xue Lingling said full of resentment: “No matter what price they offer, I’ll give you eighty percent off here.”
“Only eighty percent?” Old Cui pouted discontentedly, like bantering with a junior. “Your master is very hurt~!”
“Seventy percent—no less.” Xue Lingling said helplessly. “This student still hopes to make a little money from this.”
“Seventy percent is about right,” Old Cui finally looked satisfied. “I’ll discuss with headquarters later and notify you first thing when there’s news.”
“Then it’s settled.”
After some pleasantries, Wu Xian and the other two took their leave.
But they didn’t leave in a hurry, instead heading straight to the association’s 【Death Mountain Town】 third order instance to help upgrade it.
Wang Xiaocong clamored to go in too, but unfortunately was sent out shortly after by the battle aftershocks.
In the afternoon, Wu Xian held the divine power factors in hand, grinning from ear to ear.
“Master Sister, this business is great—this business works.”
Not only did the instance revenue all go to them, but there was also an extra twenty thousand spirit crystals as hardship fee.
Of course, this was the friendship price from Yaoyang City side—other associations elsewhere wouldn’t be at this price.
“Mm,” Xue Lingling could hardly hide her excitement. “With this money, our club can truly get on track.”
…
Back at the North Street District Small Villa.
Wu Xian decisively used several divine power factors to improve the God of Wealth Scroll and the Ten Great Yin Marshals Scroll.
Unfortunately, the God of Wealth only improved some attributes and spirituality this time, without adding the fourth life mark.
This showed that divine power factors had better effects the first time absorbed—subsequent ones were just quantitative changes, not qualitative.
As for golden scroll production, no rush for now.
A golden scroll was ultimately just a carrier for the divine diagram; only when the divine diagram law was comprehended to a certain level could it manifest on the golden scroll.
Otherwise, it’d be like a high-end computer playing Tetris—the “graphics card fan” wouldn’t even spin.
“Tsk tsk, the four sacred spirits, Blazing Fire Divine Bird.”
Carefully sensing the spiritual structure in the Blazing Fire Divine Bird Feather and various sacred spirit materials, Wu Xian’s heart was already eager to try.
In his previous life doing art outsourcing, he’d once had the fortune to visit the Jade Emperor Temple in Jincheng, Shanxi—still vividly impressed.
Plus the déjà vu from the Blazing Fire Divine Bird, he could start from the Vermilion Bird Seven Mansions and try to create one of the star lords.
Conveniently, that sea serpent spirit had also provided snake-class materials.
“Then let’s start with the Winged Fire Snake.”
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The knocking interrupted Wu Xian’s train of thought.
Opening the door, it was actually Zhang Mazi and his son Zhang Zihao.
The current Little Zihao was full of vigor, his spiritual power cultivation already tier
“Lord Master, the Ox Head Yin Marshal has been upgraded to three-and-a-half star by me, and spiritual power cultivation is also tier 2,” Zhang Zihao knelt on one knee, cupping fists for instructions. “Awaiting orders!”
“So fast? Wasn’t it supposed to take half a month?” Wu Xian was stunned in astonishment.
