514: Sorry to bother you.

At this moment, Wu Xian was not panicked in the slightest; in fact, he felt like laughing.

His grandparents naturally knew what was happening. Old Ancestor Wu Mingchang frowned slightly. "People from the Demon God Dojo?"

"I have a vague impression, I think his name is Zhang Meng," Old Madam Feng Li observed, recalling.

"Zhang Meng?" Wu Mingchang asked, puzzled. "Does the Zhang family have someone like that? I don't recall him."

"He's the one who was always tagging along behind Zhang Hengchong," Feng Li reminded him.

"Oh~ I remember now," Wu Mingchang realized. "That young lad from back then has grown into such a state?"

Feng Li said impatiently, "We're both nearly ready for the grave ourselves; it's only natural that those from back then are the same."

Wu Mingchang sighed with emotion and looked unhurriedly toward the people approaching from the horizon.

As they spoke, Zhang Meng and his grandson Zhang Bo had already appeared above the thatched cottage, looking down from above, burning with anger.

Perhaps sensing the hidden Aura of the old man and old woman, the mustachioed elder Zhang Meng became wary.

"Finally found you," Zhang Meng huffed, his mustache twitching. "You're the one who bullied my grandson? And secretly stole the Legacy of my Demon God Dojo?"

"You're pinning labels on a Junior the moment you arrive, isn't that a bit much?" Wu Xian asked politely. "When did this Junior ever steal your Legacy?"

"Hmph! If I say you stole it, you stole it. You still dare to deny it?" Zhang Meng snapped. "Today, either hand over Her Highness, the Queen of the Underworld, or we settle the score for you bullying my grandson."

Wu Xian wasn't stupid; protecting his grandson was secondary; the main point was using this as an excuse to seize the Queen of the Underworld.

Seeing this, the Old Madam couldn't help but tease, "The Demon God Dojo has no shame left, huh? Preparing to just snatch it by force?"

"..." Zhang Meng frowned, looking at the old woman behind Wu Xian. She felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place her. "Are you from the Association, Your Excellency?"

Old Madam Feng Li remained noncommittal.

Zhang Meng's heart sank.

He had intended to strike first and bully the young, but it seemed there was no chance now.

"Strange, I know basically all the older generation of your Association. Why do I have no impression of you?" Zhang Meng speculated internally.

"I don't usually concern myself with the Association's affairs," Feng Li said, her tone calm and unhurried.

Zhang Meng's eyes flickered. If she didn't participate in Association affairs, could she be from the Odd Department?

But even if she were, he had come, and he had to give it a try. As long as he could take back Her Highness, the Queen of the Underworld, it would all be worth it.

"My little Bo'er is the apple of my eye. Now that he's been bullied by Wu Xian, I, his grandfather, truly cannot let this go," Zhang Meng said, looking pained. "Look at my grandson, he's been beaten out of shape!"

Wu Xian rolled his eyes.

Purely lying through his teeth, right?

Zhang Bo was clearly full of life; in his mouth, he sounded like he was about to die.

"Beaten? So what?" Old Ancestor Wu Mingchang raised an eyebrow. "In my opinion, he wasn't beaten enough."

"Agreed," Old Madam Feng Li expressed deep concurrence.

"Good! I was wondering why this brat was so arrogant; it turns out you elders didn't teach him well!" Zhang Meng gritted his teeth in anger.

Even though he was here to cause trouble, his protectiveness was real.

His own grandson had clearly been bullied, and the other party's elders had this attitude. It was outrageous!

"Do you two really think my Zhang family descendants are easy to bully?" Zhang Meng grew angrier the more he thought about it. His Tenth-Rank Qi surged, a divine scroll appeared above his head, and a terrifying pressure instantly locked down the entire thatched cottage. "If there's no explanation for this today, even if that old thing Feng Xu comes, I won't back down!"

However, in the face of his powerful pressure, the old man and old woman below remained completely unmoved.

Even more absurdly, that little guy Wu Xian had no reaction either.

What was going on? Was his Aura too weak?

It was understandable that those two elders could withstand his pressure, but why could that kid Wu Xian?

"No wonder this brat is so arrogant; I underestimated you two," Zhang Meng sneered coldly. "I said it, even if that old thing Feng Xu comes today, he has to give me an explanation!"

With that, a heaven-shaking power emerged from the divine scroll above his head.

A massive giant crawled out, a behemoth with dozens of heads and nearly a hundred arms, radiating the terrifying Aura of a Nine-Star jade scroll.

Wu Xian was startled.

When he first saw the opponent's divine scroll, he felt something was off.

Good heavens, was this the Hundred-Armed Giant from Greek mythology?

This old man from the Zhang family had some tricks!

However, seeing the calm expressions of his grandfather and grandmother, Wu Xian felt relieved.

After all, his grandmother's lifebound Earth Mother Goddess was the prototype of Goddess Nüwa; at the very least, a Gaia would be needed to be worthy of comparing with his grandmother's Earth Mother Goddess.

"Speak up, how are we going to resolve the matter of your grandson bullying my grandson?" Zhang Meng asked arrogantly.

But he saw that seemingly ordinary old man below step into mid-air, squinting as he examined the Hundred-Armed Giant.

He thought the opponent was afraid, but the next second, he saw dense Qi circuits flowing around the old man's body.

"A Body Cultivator?" Zhang Meng was shocked.

No, that wasn't right. The Qi pressure on the opponent was still rising.

A moment later, watching the [Spirit Manifestation] gradually solidify around Wu Mingchang, Zhang Meng felt his heart pounding. "Tenth... Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator?!"

When did the Association have an old guy who was a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator? He had never heard of it!

"Just a Body Cultivator, why is Grandfather so nervous?" Zhang Bo asked, looking strange.

At least in his understanding, Body Cultivators were just riffraff.

Zhang Meng's mouth twitched. "Ordinary Body Cultivators are naturally insignificant, but a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator is different. In any case, today's matter is not easy to handle."

"Still want an explanation?" Wu Mingchang asked calmly with a smile.

"..." Zhang Meng's expression was uncertain. "I didn't expect the Association to hide such a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator like you, but even if you are a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator, I must have an explanation today!"

In the past, he certainly wouldn't have been a match for a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator.

But times were different; ever since he mastered the Ancient Scroll, his strength had risen a level.

Furthermore, Body Cultivators relied most on physical strength and age; at that age, how much of a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator's strength could he still exert?

After some thought, Zhang Meng felt he might be able to clash with him. The key was that his grandson was watching, and he couldn't lose face.

"Oh."

Wu Mingchang let out a soft 'oh', his figure turning into a blur as he attacked directly.

ROAR!

The sound of a tiger's roar and a sonic boom exploded in the air. His figure appeared in front of the Hundred-Armed Giant in an instant, delivering a flying kick.

Zhang Bo didn't even see what happened. The next second, the massive body of the Hundred-Armed Giant was kicked away.

"What? This... this... how is this possible?" Zhang Bo couldn't believe his eyes.

He knew that was their Demon God Dojo's Hundred-Armed Giant, famous for its strength!

And with its size and weight, it had been kicked away by a single blow.

That was... absurd!

Zhang Meng hadn't expected the opponent to attack so decisively and was caught off guard. He immediately manipulated the Hundred-Armed Giant to stabilize its stance, pouring Tenth-Rank Qi into it to launch a fierce counterattack.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

They said two fists couldn't fight four hands, but the Hundred-Armed Giant's hundred arms couldn't gain any advantage at all.

Wu Mingchang's afterimages kept appearing, and he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Instead, the Hundred-Armed Giant was hammered left and right, and several of the dozens of deformed heads piled on its body had already been smashed.

"At this age, he's still in such good shape? That shouldn't be!"

Zhang Meng became more and more alarmed as the fight went on. The next second, Wu Mingchang's afterimage was already attacking him.

"?!"

Zhang Meng's pupils shrank violently; he had no time to dodge.

However, the moment Wu Mingchang closed in, a thick, blood-red divine light suddenly erupted around Zhang Meng.

"Oh~?"

Old Ancestor Wu Mingchang's grapple seemed to be blocked by a powerful force, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.

At this moment, on the other side, Wu Xian and Grandmother Feng Li's eyes flickered. They realized something simultaneously and spoke in unison: "A lifebound scroll?"

That's right, what was erupting within Zhang Meng at this moment was the power of a lifebound Ancient Scroll.

HUM!

A massive figure suddenly condensed behind Zhang Meng, opening a huge eye out of thin air.

Amidst wild laughter, Zhang Meng erupted with terrifying Aura, his body standing tall within the blood-red divine light, and a massive Cyclops rose up behind him.

"Another lifebound Ancient Scroll?" Wu Xian's expression was strange.

Thinking of Zhang Bo's lifebound Ancient Scroll, he vaguely realized something.

Good heavens, could it be another netizen from that big shot forum back then?

"Does Your Excellency know the power of a lifebound scroll possession?" Zhang Meng laughed proudly. "Since you are a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator, I assume you are not a nobody. May I ask your name!"

"Wu Mingchang." The old man stood in mid-air, confronting the Cyclops.

"Wu Mingchang? Why is this name so familiar?" Zhang Meng was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized something. "You... you... Wu Mingchang, you... you are still alive?"

The old man smiled, squinting, without explaining anything.

But Zhang Meng's expression was like he had seen a ghost. In a panic, he retracted the Aura of the Cyclops possession. "Excuse me, sorry to bother you."

With that, he grabbed his grandson Bo'er and turned to run, without even looking back.

"Not wanting an explanation anymore?" The old man asked with a strange expression.

"No need, no need. It was just children playing around, nothing major." Zhang Meng replied while running, afraid that Wu Mingchang would chase him. "To be honest, I was once one of your thousands of admirers."

The old man shook his head and smiled, adding in a deep voice, "Trouble you to tell your Old Ancestor Zhang, don't even think about our Xianer's Queen of the Underworld, unless he is willing to return it to you."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely pass it on. You rest now, Senior."

Old Ancestor Wu Mingchang silently retracted his power and landed steadily. "Same behavior as those old things from their family back then."

"They're family, after all," Feng Li covered her mouth and chuckled.

"By the way, who is the current Old Ancestor of the Zhang family?" The old man asked casually.

"Zhang Xiao, who else could it be," the Old Madam smiled. "Probably won't live for many more years."

The old man nodded in realization.

Wu Xian watched this scene blankly, his expression strange. "He just got scared away?"

The Old Madam affectionately patted Wu Xian's head. "Your grandfather was quite famous back then. Although the younger generation doesn't know much, those people from back then know him very well."

...

Several hundred miles away, after confirming that no one was chasing them, Zhang Meng still felt lingering fear.

Damn, who would have thought that guy was still alive.

Strange, wasn't it said that he failed completely back then? Could those guys in the Upper Realm have let him live?

What shocked him even more was that Wu Xian was that man's grandson. What was to be done now?

Unless they could subsequently forge a human True God, but if he remembered correctly, many of those high-and-mighty Divine-Grade existences in the Upper Realm had been killed by that guy back then.

Was the Legacy of Her Highness, the Queen of the Underworld, destined to be lost?

Looking at his grandson Zhang Bo, who was still in deep confusion and bewilderment, "Grandfather, what happened to you? Is that old man that scary?"

"What are you saying? That was my idol when I was young," Zhang Meng said righteously.

His words while running weren't just to build rapport; he had truly regarded Wu Mingchang as his idol in his heart back then.

He just hadn't expected that his former idol not only hadn't died, but his prestige was completely undiminished.

"Your idol?" Zhang Bo couldn't believe it.

"Not just my idol, but the idol in the hearts of many people of our generation," Zhang Meng sighed with emotion. "In any case, we definitely can't snatch Her Highness, the Queen of the Underworld, back. We can only think of other ways."

"Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator... is he that scary?" Zhang Bo really couldn't understand.

Zhang Meng sighed bitterly. "If he were just a Tenth-Rank Body Cultivator, it would be fine. The key is that guy is the only person in history to touch the legendary Eleventh-Rank of Body Cultivator."

"Eleventh-Rank?" Zhang Bo was stunned. "There's an Eleventh-Rank for Body Cultivators? Isn't the highest Qi rank only Tenth?"

"Although Body Cultivation is based on Qi, its upper limit is not restricted by Qi cultivation," Zhang Meng introduced with emotion. "Just like otherworldly creatures can break their limits to become gods, and Extraordinary Scrolls can forge a True God after reaching their theoretical limit.

Body Cultivation, theoretically, can also break through that final limit."

"You mean, that Senior has already reached the Divine-Grade through Body Cultivation?" Zhang Bo was shocked.

"You can understand it that way," Zhang Meng mused. "It's just that because of the deep defects and limitations of us humans, we cannot normally attain the Dao."

"Human defects?" Zhang Bo didn't understand.

"That's right, we humans are different from the various otherworldly creatures; there seem to be some deep defects and limitations," Zhang Meng nodded. "This is also the fundamental reason why the first sages turned to develop the path of Extraordinary Scrolls."

Zhang Bo listened, confused. While shocked, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. "Then Her Highness, the Queen of the Underworld...?"

"If we can't do it the hard way, we can try the soft way," Zhang Meng sighed helplessly.

The urgent priority now was to tell the Old Ancestor this news, lest they provoke that freak.

But come to think of it, how did Wu Mingchang get together with the Association?

That old lady earlier was also highly likely to be from the Feng family.

In this way, the relationship between Wu Xian and Feng Xu could be explained.

He just couldn't figure it out.

After the god-slaying plan failed back then, the Upper Realm actually allowed Wu Mingchang to live. Weren't they afraid of it happening again?

Or was it that Wu Mingchang had become so powerful that even the Heavens couldn't kill him?