Chapter 4

Since the primordial opening of the wilderness, although countless eons have passed, no line of ancient demon descendants has ever known the exact time of Pangu's creation of heaven, and even the various renowned primordial gods cannot give a reliable answer.

I recall that when the Purple Aurora listened to the Dao, someone once asked the Dao Ancestor about this, but the Dao Ancestor, who always knows everything, remained silent for a long time, causing those in the Purple Aurora Palace to stare at each other, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward……

That person is probably Red Cloud? It's been a long time since we last contacted, so I've somewhat forgotten him.

Recalling the interesting events that occurred during those times of listening to the Dao, even the Daoist who usually wears a grim face cannot help but smile, for that was his lost youth, and good teachers and friends are always missed; at least back then everyone was still idle, unlike now:

"A letter to the Heavenly Emperor Grandfather, Heavenly Emperor…… Grandfather……"

The Daoist couldn't help rubbing his eyes, then held up this extremely irregular-looking "memorial" before his eyes, trying to verify whether he had just seen too many memorials and blurred his vision:

This "memorial"…… this letter has many problems; first, the handwriting is terrible—so bad that even he, the inventor of the Demon script, could barely recognize it. Just looking at those scrawled characters, the Daoist wants to grab the kid who wrote them and give him a harsh beating; recognizing this handwriting is practically torture!

Secondly, the format—this thing is neither a memorial nor a letter, and it doesn't match the format currently used by the Demon Race at all, making the Daoist feel uncomfortable however he looks at it.

Thirdly, the address—the Heavenly Emperor only just took a consort a few eons ago and hasn't even had children, yet you little brat call him "grandfather, grandfather"? Aren't you afraid the Heavenly Emperor will fly into a rage?

Lastly, and the biggest problem:

To admonish the Heavenly Emperor.

"A commendation?"

"Demon Master Grandfather's letter."

Perhaps it was a few years, perhaps an instant; after the lecture ended, the Daoist's phantom slowly faded, leaving Zhao Si feeling lost and dejected.

【Your letter got mixed into the daily documents sent by the Gold Flood Clan to the Heavenly Court; because of your status as the over-three-hundredth prince, the heavenly clerk who delivered it dared not question it, and your worthless prince status finally took effect for the first time.】

A new message suddenly popped up on the phone screen; the dazed Zhao Si thought for a moment, then casually tapped confirm:

【Item bound: "Commendation from the Demon Master"!】

"What is this written? Oracle bone script?"

Putting it bluntly, this is openly questioning the Heavenly Emperor's authority and decisions; given how decisively the Heavenly Emperor suppressed the wilderness, a single displeasure could send this brat's whole clan happily to the execution platform for demons!

So, after a rough look at this letter, the Daoist's first reaction was:

Zhao Si breathed a sigh of relief; he had feared he couldn't send it out, after all, the over-eight-hundred words he had painstakingly crafted must not go to waste.

【First binding of a primordial item; system updating, update period twelve hours, during which time can be freely used.】

Demon? Magic treasure? Or…… principle?

Zhao Si scratched his head in bewilderment; playing a game, he ended up encountering a string of supernatural events, which gave him a bit of a pig-brain overload, his CPU almost burning out……

【However, fortune and misfortune depend on each other; after taking a beating, your father king solemnly handed you a commendation from the Heavenly Court……】

"He speaks to the human race like this—could he be colluding with humans? Gold Flood…… or is the old loach of the East Sea placing bets? Defecting to Nüwa?"

Zhao Si, unaware that he was just a step away from having his entire clan's accounts cancelled early, continued to anxiously watch the changes on the phone screen:

"Demon script?"

The door that previously wouldn't budge no matter how hard one tried, this time opened easily.

That means I can go out now?!

Zhao Si, who had thought he'd be locked in his room playing a game for life, was overjoyed; he took a few steps to the rental door and carefully turned the handle.

"Is this his personal opinion, or is he acting under the Gold Flood King's orders?"

After carefully putting away the letter sent from the East Sea to the Heavenly Court, the Daoist casually summoned a few heavenly officials, gave them detailed instructions, and then sent them off……

But the textual heritage it carried was indeed etched into Zhao Si's mind:

"Incidentally learned a foreign language? An unexpected gain."

Zhao Si's mind was filled with many commonly used Demon Race characters; he now fully understood each stroke and pronunciation, and when he looked again at the golden scroll in his mind, he blurted out the text on the scroll:

"Study hard, make progress every day."

Zhao Si widened his eyes:

"Update? Twelve hours? Freely disposable……"

Back then, the teacher was just as responsible as this Daoist phantom, but unfortunately I was young and ignorant, ultimately failing to listen, which perhaps led to today's unemployed youth outcome.

After collecting his thoughts, Zhao Si continued looking at the phone screen, intending to keep watching the subsequent plot, after all he had sent a letter to the Heavenly Court; although he didn't know whether Di Jun had seen it, Kunpeng had indeed seen it.

"Sigh……"

"Well, first go out for a bowl of noodles, then stroll around and play; wait until tonight's update finishes, then come back to continue the game!"

"Creak!"

"If the East Sea harbors second thoughts, then the other three seas…… the southern volcanoes…… the Qilin Cliff……"

……

But as soon as he lifted a leg to step out, he hesitated again……

In the next instant, the golden scroll leapt onto Zhao Si's head; a blurry Daoist phantom appeared in his mind, like a caring yet strict elementary school teacher, explaining stroke by stroke and pronunciation to Zhao Si, making him feel as if he had returned to the classroom twenty years ago.

For a moment, Zhao Si couldn't help but listen attentively to the lecture……

"Wuhu!"

Just looking at this page of the golden scroll, Zhao Si felt an invisible pressure; his hairs stood on end, frightening him to the point of almost thinking he was poisoned!

After finally mustering the courage to pick up the golden scroll, just as he was about to look, driven by curiosity, at what was written on this "commendation" from the primordial wilderness, he again looked bewildered:

Simply put, it's just one sentence.

【That day your father king whipped you several times with belts, taking the belt made from seven demon wolves' belly skin and turning it into two belts of three and a half wolf skins each, and strictly ordered you not to submit a memorial overstepping your authority again!】

【"Commendation from the Demon Master": issued by the Demon Master Kunpeng on a certain day of the demon calendar year 365, seven eons, four periods, personally given to a certain young dragon, binding allows acquisition of the Demon Master's personally transmitted common Demon script inheritance (already bound).】

After all, an important person has seen the letter, but it's hard to say whether this letter will have any effect……

He sighed, then Zhao Si still returned to the room, picked up the phone that was in the middle of updating, tried to swipe, and found he could pull up the interface, which put his mind at ease:

"Forget it—when heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it must first suffer his mind…… if heaven does not grant, one invites calamity…… since I've encountered this, it is also an opportunity to defy fate and change destiny; I cannot just throw it away!"

"Did it really get sent out?"

Zhao Si also doesn't know what use this demon script has, but learning an additional foreign language is certainly a gain, right?

Not long after, your father the king was suddenly summoned by the Demon Master, then returned to the Golden Jiao Tribe; coming and going, he admitted he was drenched in sweat……

Only to see the golden scroll suddenly inscribed with several lines of radiant, twisting large characters, looking like the oracle bone script shown on TV, resembling ancient simple brush drawings, heavy with pictographic flavor, yet utterly different from the oracle bone script's pictographs…… Zhao Si couldn't quite say what exactly, but he just felt these were pictographic characters, only unaware of what they depicted.

"From now on, we'll just see whether this letter can actually work……"

"A gift from an important figure of Honghuang has been detected; should it be bound?"

After indulging in malicious speculation about whether some rebel organization was behind this, the Daoist shook his head again:

"It probably isn't that serious…… Forget it, let's check first……"

Without waiting for Zhao Si to think further, the phone screen suddenly flashed with light, spitting out a golden scroll the size of an A4 sheet.

With a cheer, Zhao Si was about to step out the door, fleeing this supernatural room.

He walked out feeling relieved, yet he did not realize that everything was no longer as it once was.

……

(End of chapter)