Chapter 4 My Demon Master Grandpa
Although thousands of years have passed since the beginning of the ancient world, no ancient demon descendant has ever known the exact time when Pangu created the world. Even the well-known innate gods cannot give a reliable answer.

I remember when Zixiao was listening to the Tao, there were people who were curious about this matter and asked Daozu for advice. However, Daozu, who always knew everything, remained silent for a long time. People in Zixiao Palace looked at each other in bewilderment, and the atmosphere was very awkward for a while...

That person seemed to be Hong Yun, right? I hadn't contacted him for a long time, so I had forgotten about him.

Recalling the interesting things he had experienced during the days of listening to sermons, even the Taoist who always had a gloomy face couldn't help but smile knowingly. After all, that was his lost youth. Good teachers and helpful friends are always missed. At least everyone was still free at that time, unlike now:

"A letter to Grandpa Tiandi, Grandpa Tiandi... "

The Taoist couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and held up this extremely informal-looking "memorial" in front of his eyes, trying to verify whether he had just read too many memorials and his eyes were dazzled:
This "memorial"... this letter has many problems. First of all, the calligraphy is very bad. It is so bad that even he, the inventor of this evil script, can hardly recognize it. Just looking at the awful handwriting, the Taoist priest wants to grab the guy who wrote it and give him a few good beatings. Recognizing his handwriting is simply torture!
The second thing is the format. This thing doesn't look like a memorial or a letter. It is incompatible with the format commonly used by the demon clan. The Taoist feels uncomfortable no matter how he looks at it.

The second thing is the address. The Emperor of Heaven has only been married for a few years and they haven't even had any children yet, and you're already calling him grandpa? Aren't you afraid that the Emperor of Heaven will get angry?
Finally, and most problematically:
Advise the Emperor of Heaven.

To put it in a broader sense, this is tantamount to openly questioning the authority and decision-making of the Emperor of Heaven. Given the decisiveness and ruthlessness that the Emperor of Heaven showed in suppressing the ancient world, if he is not happy, he can happily send this kid and his entire clan to the demon-slaying platform!
So after reading this letter briefly, the Taoist's first reaction was:

"Is this his personal opinion, or was it ordered by King Jin Jiao?"

"He speaks to the human race like this. Could it be that he is colluding with the human race? The Golden Dragon... or the old loach in the East China Sea is betting? Surrendering to Nuwa?"

"If the East Sea has two minds, then the other three seas... the southern volcano... Qilin Cliff..."

After maliciously speculating whether there was some treasonous organization behind this, the Taoist shook his head again:
"It shouldn't be that serious... Never mind, let's check it out first..."

After carefully collecting the letter sent from the East China Sea to the Heavenly Palace, the Taoist randomly called a few Heavenly Officials, gave them some detailed instructions, and then sent it off...

……

Zhao Si, who had no idea that he had nearly cancelled the accounts of his entire family, was still anxiously watching the changes on his phone screen:

[Your letter was mixed into the documents that the Golden Dragon Clan sent to the Heavenly Palace on a daily basis. Because of your status as the 300th Crown Prince, the Heavenly Official who delivered the letter did not dare to question it. Your worthless status as the Crown Prince finally worked for the first time.]

“Did it really get sent out?”

Zhao Si breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to send it out. After all, the more than 800 words he racked his brains to write couldn’t be written in vain.

"Next, it depends on whether this letter can work..."

[Not long after, your father was suddenly summoned by the demon master, and then returned to the Golden Dragon Clan. During the whole process, he admitted that he was sweating profusely...]

[That day, your father severely whipped you with a belt, turning the belt made from the belly skins of seven demon wolves into two belts made from three and a half wolves, and strictly ordered you not to exceed your authority and submit a petition again! ]

[However, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. After being beaten, your father handed you a certificate of commendation from heaven with a serious face...]

"A certificate?"

Before Zhao Si could think about it, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly flashed with light, and a golden scroll the size of an A4 paper appeared.

Just by looking at this page of the golden scroll, Zhao Si felt an invisible pressure. The hairs on his body stood up and he was so scared that he almost thought he was doomed!
I finally mustered up the courage to pick up the golden scroll. Just when I was about to take a look at what was written on this "award certificate" from the prehistoric world out of curiosity, I was confused again:

"What's written on this? Oracle bone script?"

There were several lines of twisted and colorful large characters written on the golden scroll. They looked like the oracle bone inscriptions shown on TV, or very much like ancient simple drawings. They had a strong pictographic flavor, but were completely different from the pictographic characters in oracle bone inscriptions... Zhao Si couldn't tell what it was specifically, but he just felt that it was a pictograph, but he didn't know what shape it represented.

Monster? Magical weapon? Or... law?
Zhao Si scratched his head in confusion. He was just playing a game, but ended up encountering a series of supernatural events. This made his brain overloaded and his CPU was about to burn out...

[A gift from an important person in the prehistoric world has been detected. Do you want to bind it? ]

A new message suddenly appeared on the phone screen. Confused Zhao thought for a moment and then clicked OK: [Bound item: "Certificate of Merit from the Demon Master"! ]

[“Award Certificate from the Demon Master”: This award certificate was personally issued by the Demon Master Kunpeng to a child of the Dragon Clan on a certain day of the 365th Yuan, 7th Meeting and 4th Movement in the Primordial Demon Calendar. Binding this certificate will allow you to obtain the Demon Master’s personally-passed down common demon language inheritance (already bound)]

The next moment, the golden scroll jumped into Zhao Si's head. A vague shadow of a Taoist appeared in his mind. The shadow was like a caring and serious elementary school teacher, explaining the strokes and pronunciation of each word to Zhao Si, making him feel as if he had returned to the classroom twenty years ago.

The teacher at that time was as responsible as this figure. Unfortunately, I was young and ignorant, and ultimately did not listen. Perhaps that is why I ended up as an unemployed young man today.

For a moment, Zhao Si couldn't help but listen to the class seriously...

Maybe it was a few years, maybe it was just a moment, the lecture was over, the Taoist shadow slowly faded away, leaving Zhao Si feeling lost.

"A demonic text?"

Zhao Si's mind was filled with many common characters used by the demon race. At this moment, he had completely understood every stroke and pronunciation of them. Now looking at the golden scroll in his mind, Zhao Si blurted out the words on the scroll:
"study hard, improve every day."

"The Demon Master's Book."

Simple, just one sentence.

But the textual heritage it carries is firmly engraved in Zhao Si's heart:
"Learned a foreign language by the way? An unexpected bonus."

Zhao Si didn't know what the use of this strange text was, but learning a foreign language was always a gain.

After collecting his attention, Zhao Si continued to look at the screen of his mobile phone, intending to continue watching the subsequent plot. After all, he had sent a letter to the Heavenly Palace. Although he didn't know whether Di Jun had seen it, Kunpeng had seen it.

After all, an important person has read the letter, but it is hard to say whether this letter can play a role...

[The system is updating for the first time binding prehistoric items. The update period is twelve hours, and you can use the time as you like. ]

Zhao Si widened his eyes:
"Update? Twelve hours? Free time..."

Does that mean I can go out now?!
Zhao Si, who thought he would be locked in the room playing games for the rest of his life, was overjoyed. He jumped to the door of the rental house in three or two steps and carefully turned the doorknob.

Crunch!

The door that had been unable to be turned before was opened easily this time.

Wuhu!

With a cheer, Zhao Si was about to step out the door and escape from this haunted room.

But as soon as he took one step forward, he hesitated again...

"Ugh……"

Sighing, Zhao Si returned to the room, picked up the phone that was updating, tried to swipe, and found that he could swipe out of the interface, which made him feel relieved:
"Forget it. When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make him suffer mentally... If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences... Since I have encountered this, it is also a chance to defy the will of heaven and change my fate. I can't just let it go!"

"Well, let's go out and have a bowl of noodles first, then go shopping and play. After the update is finished in the evening, come back and continue playing the game!"

He walked out relieved, but he didn't know that everything would never be the same again.

……

(End of this chapter)