Chapter 278: This Seat Is A Proper Level 42 Lord!
Gouzi panicked and checked his own condition, then darted to the mirror and looked at his appearance.
After briefly doubting his life, he began jumping up and down in the room.
“Where’s the door? Let Laozi out!”
“…” Black lines popped on Wu Xian’s forehead. With a slight movement of his intent, he controlled the scroll painting.
Fortunately, the control was still in his hands.
Thus, a strange scene formed.
Big White Dog Ting’s eyes and consciousness were drifting elsewhere, but its body honestly walked toward Wu Xian, its mouth panicked and cursing, “Damn human, what did you do to This Seat? Let This Seat go!
Don’t kneel, dead legs~ Who told you to lie down?
What are you doing? Don’t touch This Seat’s dog head!”
Wu Xian gently stroked Big White Dog Ting’s dog head; the feel was not bad. “Little Di Ting, have you made enough fuss?”
“What did you call This Seat?” A startled voice came from Ting’s cute and silly dog mouth. “This Seat is the great Level 42 Lord-level Abyssal Monster under the Lord of the Abyss, the Netherworld Death Dragon Lion!”
“Sorry, that whatever dragon lion is already dead. You are now my scroll painting, Ting.”
“What a joke? How could This Seat possibly die?”
Ting’s tone grew weaker and weaker as the dying scenes of being “transcended” by Wu Xian flashed vividly in its mind.
Though very arrogant, it also knew the principle of having to bow under someone else’s roof. While feeling its own condition, it accepted reality.
“Ting? What a crappy name, change it~ change it, This Seat doesn’t like it!”
“The full name is Underworld Divine Dog – Ting.”
“Oh, that sounds acceptable,” Big White Dog Ting gradually calmed down. “Strange, This Seat is clearly still alive and well, so how did This Seat become your scroll painting, human?”
As a Lord-level form-transformed Abyssal Monster, it was very familiar with human extraordinary scroll paintings.
It knew its 【divine core】 could be modified into a human extraordinary scroll painting, but that should only happen after it died.
Moreover, once modified into a scroll painting, it would have nothing to do with its original self.
“I get it. You humans must be using This Seat for some monster experiment, damn it—!” Ting began baring its teeth at Wu Xian.
Unfortunately, with one look from Wu Xian, it immediately stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail.
“You even know about the monster experiments of those upper class people?” Wu Xian couldn’t help but take interest.
“Hmph! Of course This Seat knows,” Ting snorted. “Back then, This Seat was captured and taken to your research institute. Luckily, This Seat was blessed with great luck and narrowly escaped.”
Wu Xian was stunned upon hearing this.
So it was an otherworld large monster related to the upper research institute?
He then explained the difference between upper class people and lower class people.
Unexpectedly, one sentence from Ting left him dumbfounded.
“Of course This Seat knows about that upper world, but in This Seat’s view, you humans are all the same at heart,” Ting sneered mockingly. “If I let you go up there, you’d be even more ruthless than them!”
Wu Xian did not get angry upon hearing this; he just fell into contemplation.
Perhaps there was never any distinction between upper class people and lower class people in this world—only between people and people.
The hero who slays the evil dragon might end up becoming the new evil dragon.
Many current lower class people might not truly be lower class people; they just haven’t become upper class people yet.
“You, little Di Ting, have some ideas,” Wu Xian teased playfully. “It wouldn’t be bad to keep you by my side for some fun in the future.”
“…” Ting looked unwilling and humiliated. “Damn it, if you have the guts, kill me—!”
“Enough. Retaining consciousness in Ting’s body is your boy’s honor. Don’t be ungrateful after getting the benefit.” Wu Xian stood up irritably. “Come on~ Let’s go verify your abilities.”
“This Seat is a dignified Level 42 Lord. Isn’t that better than this crappy dog you shaped?” Ting cursed.
“Crappy dog?” Wu Xian’s gaze was playful. “Be happy in secret~!”
With that, he lifted the restriction between this consciousness and Ting’s power. Otherwise, given its state just now, it would probably attack its creator right away.
“Huh? No wonder I felt no power at all. Turns out you were holding it all.”
Feeling the power of the painted spirit body, “Ting” obediently followed Wu Xian out the door while carefully experiencing it.
“Damn, you made This Seat’s law network so complicated? Do you even understand it?”
“It was so simple and nice before. Aren’t you just messing around?”
Then, “Ting” began seriously experiencing the power in that complex law framework. At first, it wanted to laugh, thinking such a messy law framework was pure nonsense with no meaning.
But later, it grew more and more shocked, more and more incredulous.
The entire law framework was logically consistent, orderly, with not a single law network superfluous or filler.
In the end, it was completely speechless and fell into a “true fragrance” state.
From the perspective of they otherworld sacred spirits, the law framework Wu Xian had shaped for it was like placing the reference answer of its future ultimate and most perfect form right in front of it.
Unfortunately, it was no longer a free Abyssal Monster, but a wisp of remnant consciousness imprisoned in the scroll painting.
This human has something.
Meanwhile, Wu Xian had unwittingly fallen into complex thoughts.
Wasn’t his current situation with “Ting” a microcosm of the upper class people’s relationship with the Wang Family?
The difference was that the upper class people’s “modification” of the Wang Family was intentional, while “Ting”‘s emergence was purely an accident.
If possible, he never wanted to retain that sinister man’s consciousness.
After all, for him, whether 【Ting】 had this consciousness or not made no difference.
Its only value was that it could help him “manage” it for a while.
The moment the scroll painting took form, Wu Xian had checked this “consciousness” and directly imprinted it into the 【divine power fragment】 law framework. Now, it was even fused with 【Ting】’s divine diagram imprint and could not be removed.
“How does it feel?” Wu Xian asked with a smile.
“Not bad. This Seat can barely accept it,” Ting pretended to be aloof. “Too bad you humans’ painted spirit has so many restrictions. It would be better if it were still a ghost domain creature body.”
Wu Xian pondered. “Speaking of which, aren’t you different from other Abyssal Realm Creatures?”
“What do you mean?” Ting was puzzled.
“Don’t you find it strange? Normally, it’s impossible for you to retain this consciousness, and I didn’t do any extra operations during the drawing process.”
Upon hearing this, Ting also fell into deep thought. “Could it be because This Seat is blessed by destiny?”
“Blessed by destiny?”
Ting proudly raised its dog head. “Don’t be scared to death when I tell you: three years ago, This Seat was just a small-time Abyssal Monster. But thanks to insanely good luck from birth, it rose to become a Lord-level big shot.
If not for falling into your hands, under the Abyss Demon Lord’s cultivation, This Seat would soon reach king-level.”
“…” Wu Xian was secretly shocked.
It seemed his guess was right; this “Abyssal Monster” was indeed extraordinary.
The problem likely lay with him.
As they spoke, they stepped on the flying sword and landed at the Underworld Club entrance. Ting, surrounded by “nine qi,” steadily landed beside Wu Xian.
Seeing Wu Xian bring this big white dog scroll painting, the club members were curious and greeted Wu Xian respectfully one by one.
“You’re doing pretty well?” Ting was surprised. “These humans are your subordinates?”
“Something like that.”
Wu Xian ignored Ting’s curiosity about everything and directly took it to teleport to the Underworld Outpost.
For such a strange matter, he naturally had to consult Second Sister-in-law, who was also an otherworld great demon.
