Chapter 86: Xue Family And The Undead Gym
“Undead Dojo’s official announcement?” Wu Xian was baffled.
Xue Lingling suddenly thought of something, her expression changing instantly as she hurriedly logged into the official website to check, gritting her teeth with a hint of grievance, “Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier!”
“What’s going on here?”
After Wu Xian checked the announcement content, his expression gradually froze.
The latest announcement was simple: a public commendation message, but the person commended was not Xue Lingling, but someone named Zhao Qinghe.
【Dojo Announcement: Our dojo’s young generation member Zhao Qinghe has diligently researched and pioneered new thoughts, successfully transforming 【Death Mountain Town】 into a golden axis the day before yesterday. We hereby publicly commend him.
@Spirit Dojo, Divine Capital Dojo, Tongtian Dojo, Shenglin Dojo, Moshen Dojo……】
“Little aunt, this Undead Dojo is too bullying!” Xue Qingyang said indignantly, “It was clearly your merit along with the vice president’s, how did it become that Zhao Qinghe’s?”
Wu Xian was silent for a long time, pondering as he looked at Xue Lingling, “Dojo…… is it this shady?”
Xue Lingling remained silent, looking on the verge of collapse.
Wu Xian wasn’t stupid; this Zhao Qinghe was probably a big shot’s junior in the dojo, otherwise he couldn’t pull off such divine operations.
“Master Sister, are you okay?” Wu Xian couldn’t help comforting her: “Worst case, we quit the Undead Dojo. Without their dojo, we can still get by!”
“The vice president is right, let’s get the media to expose them, we won’t take this crap!” Xue Qingyang chimed in.
“Quit? Why quit?” Xue Lingling suddenly rallied her fighting spirit, her face darkening, “Not only will I not quit, I will fight that group of dojo clans to the end!
I will step by step reach the highest level of the dojo, I will become Zhao Gao—!”
Xue Lingling’s makeup was already underworld-like, and at this moment her eyes and expression were like a fierce ghost.
“Zhao… Zhao Gao?!”
Wu Xian widened his eyes in disbelief, momentarily suspecting that Master Sister was his transmigrator compatriot.
“The current dojo’s real-power elder, and also that Zhao Qinghe’s grandfather,” Xue Lingling gritted her teeth, “One day, I will make him feel a hundred times, a thousand times the pain!”
Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out it was just a coincidence of names?
Scared the hell out of me!
“By the way, doesn’t the higher-ups care about this kind of thing?” Wu Xian asked puzzled.
At least in his and the general public’s cognition, the dojo had always been a sacred, hall-level existence.
“Hmph!” Xue Lingling snorted coldly, glancing upward, “Those old guys up there are high and mighty, ignoring worldly affairs, how would they care about the life and death of the dojo’s bottom level? To them, as long as the people below supply what they need on time, it’s fine.
What’s more, among those old guys is their Zhao Family’s ancestor.”
Wu Xian listened in a daze.
“Doesn’t the Undead Dojo have other noble families?” Wu Xian asked puzzled.
“There are, but they’re all the same breed.” Xue Lingling shook her head with a bitter smile.
Wu Xian’s expression was odd, “Isn’t your Xue Family also a family with an Undead Dojo background? Don’t you have any connections?”
“What kind of family is my Xue Family?” Xue Lingling said self-mockingly: “Just a long-declined family, barely a player in Yaoyang City.”
And this was also the core reason she refused to quit the Undead Dojo.
One day, she would bring the inheritance left by her ancestors and kill her way back into the Undead Dojo.
To prove for the ancestors! To prove for the Xue Family!
This was the dying wish of her old father back then, and also her goal in struggling all these years!
Then, under Xue Lingling and Xue Qingyang’s explanation, Wu Xian finally understood the Xue Family’s historical context.
Like the current clans and noble families dominating the Undead Dojo, the Xue Family was also one of the founding families of the Undead Dojo back then.
These initial creators each had their own thoughts and understandings in conceptualizing the “undead” concept.
But with the development of time.
The ideas of some founders gradually fell behind, while the ideas of others soared ahead.
And those founders whose ideas didn’t develop were gradually squeezed out of the power core, completely declining.
As the saying goes, one step slow, every step slow.
To this day, most of those “eliminated” founding families from back then have disappeared, with only a small portion still clinging to survival.
The Xue Family was one of them.
“Master Sister, this set of Ghost King Scroll Painting of yours also comes from your ancestors’ inheritance ideas, right?” Wu Xian probed smoothly.
“That’s right,” Xue Lingling said proudly: “In my view, my family ancestor’s inheritance idea is no worse than those of the current noble families. One day, I will bring the Xue Family ancestor’s idea and reclaim the discourse power in the Undead Dojo!”
“Little aunt, cheer up, your nephew believes in you!” Xue Qingyang encouraged.
Wu Xian curiously followed up, “I wonder what kind of existence this inheritance idea specifically is?”
“You can understand it as the imaginings and concepts of that group of sages regarding the undead world, mixed with some secret information from that era. Different founders had different imaginings of the undead world.”
“Secret information?” Wu Xian’s eyes lit up slightly.
Xue Lingling helplessly spread her hands: “That’s unknowable, can only find some spider silk traces from their inheritance ideas.”
Wu Xian nodded thoughtfully, pondering inwardly.
“By the way, what you just mentioned about the ancient scroll painting is?” Wu Xian changed the subject.
“It’s the kind of scroll painting mastered by the initial generation of awakening painters; very few people can make them now,” Xue Lingling explained: “Your master just mentioned it casually, don’t take it too seriously.”
Wu Xian followed up: “Do ancient scroll paintings have any special features?”
“It’s said they have greater potential and possess many powerful characteristics; your master isn’t too clear on the specifics.”
“……” Wu Xian was secretly helpless.
He thought Xue Lingling would know something.
As they spoke, a flowing light flew into the club, landing in front of Xue Lingling and turning into a custom package, with the Undead Dojo’s logo printed on it.
“What’s this?” Wu Xian and Xue Qingyang couldn’t help being curious.
“What else could it be?”
Xue Lingling sneered coldly, opened the package, inside were bottles of divine power factors and a bank card.
But that wasn’t the point; the point was after opening the box, a ghost condensed from mental power floated out.
The ghost turned into the face of an arrogant, superior youth: “I, Zhao Qinghe, won’t take your merit for nothing. This is the dojo’s reward, and this brother’s compensation to you; take it well, no thanks needed.”
After speaking, the ghost shadow dissipated, infuriating Xue Lingling.
“Disgusting guy,” Xue Lingling gritted her teeth and huffed, “One day, I’ll make you kneel on the ground and call me great-grandmother!”
“The dojo’s reward?” Wu Xian asked in surprise, “What’s the situation?”
“The Zhao Family naturally doesn’t lack this bit of reward,” Xue Lingling sneered as she explained: “What he wants is this merit and resume.”
Wu Xian inhaled a cold breath, “This disgusting?”
“It’s a bit disgusting, but don’t refuse freebies.” Xue Lingling huffed: “Come~ good disciple, total of six bottles, pick three, I’ll transfer the money to you later.”
Wu Xian decisively picked three divine power factors suitable for him; after all, this was what they deserved.
“This matter is just going to end like this?” Wu Xian put away the three portions of divine power factors and frowned as he inquired.
“Of course not,” Xue Lingling sneered, “He’s so capable, huh? Next time after upgrading and transforming Death Mountain Town, great-grandmother won’t report it no matter what; let the dojo slowly investigate and see if he’ll be embarrassed!”
“Just that?” Wu Xian pondered, “Not satisfying enough!”
“Wait until your master makes it big, then get revenge later.” Xue Lingling was secretly helpless.
This world is like this; whoever has the bigger fist makes the rules.
Without strength, even the most basic fairness is absent.
