Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 10 Veteran
They chatted and exchanged pleasantries with Zhao He and the others along the way, gradually becoming acquainted.

Zhao He and the others also sold their existing "junk" to Wu Xian, and they couldn't stop smiling.

"Young boss, can you tell us which master created your scroll painting?" Zhao He and the others were also very curious about Wu Xian's "God of Wealth" scroll painting.

"What, you want it?" Wu Xian raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly amused.

"Who wouldn't want such an impressive portrait scroll?" The blond-haired man made no attempt to hide the envy in his eyes. "If I had a scroll like that, I would have joined the army and made a name for myself long ago. Why would I be picking up trash here?"

The scarred man, Zhao He, hesitated before speaking, then said, "To be honest, I've been accumulating resources for the main scrolls to be drawn later. I wonder if you could introduce me to some experts?"

"Forget about it, you can't afford it."

Wu Xian shook his head mysteriously.

“That’s true,” Zhao He sighed sadly. “Even rubbings of this level of exclusive scrolls are not something ordinary people can afford.”

The so-called exclusive scroll refers to an original scroll like the one depicting the God of Wealth, which is "copyrighted".

This is the only one of its kind; there are no other branches.

What are available on the market today are mostly "public domain" scrolls, which are cultural heritages left by scroll painters throughout the ages.

Of course, among the cultural heritage left by scroll painters throughout the ages, there are naturally many powerful scrolls, but those powerful "cultural heritages" are basically controlled by various families and forces, and ordinary scroll painters have no access to them at all.

There are also ways for ordinary spirit masters to obtain exclusive scrolls.

The first way is naturally to spend money; as long as you offer a high enough price, you can buy it.

Unfortunately, even if a low-level spirit master saves money for a lifetime, they may not be able to afford those top-tier exclusive scrolls.

The second option was to join the army.

The military also possesses a number of excellent scroll paintings, as well as exclusive scroll paintings. Once you join the army and accumulate enough military merits, you will be able to access them.

Finally, there is a rather unique path: becoming a follower of a scroll painter or joining a scroll painting club.

But this path depends more on fate and luck.

Moreover, the scroll painters weren't stupid; not just anyone was qualified to be their followers.

Generally speaking, it's easiest to place bets before a scroll artist becomes famous, but it's not so easy once the artist becomes famous and establishes a club.

The Scroll Painting Club is a very special group.

The followers and the scroll painters were mutually beneficial and interdependent.

The scroll painter provides powerful scrolls to his followers to enhance their strength, while the followers use the scroll painter's works to participate in competitions and challenge high-difficulty dungeons, helping the scroll painter accumulate fame and reputation, similar to advertising and promoting products.

In addition, when the [Duplicate] scrolls held by followers are upgraded, they can also feed back into the [Original] scrolls held by the scroll artist.

This is also the main reason why scroll painters establish clubs after they become famous.

The club's final form is the "Dojo".

The powerful dojos in the world today originally developed from clubs, and the followers of those clubs were the founders of today's powerful families.

Wu Xian has no intention of creating a club at this stage, nor is he qualified, since he doesn't even have a scroll painter's certificate.

But in the future, we will definitely create our own club.

It was already noon when we returned to the shantytown.

Grandpa Wu Mingchang, who was preparing lunch, was beaming with joy. Since his grandson became able to support himself, the old man had become much more relaxed and was happy all day long.

"The food will be ready soon. Oh, and there was just a package for you."

The old man pointed to the express delivery package on the table.

"So fast?"

Wu Xian was both surprised and delighted. He had only placed the order in the morning, and it had already been delivered by noon.
It just goes to show that valuable items are different; the delivery efficiency is truly impressive.

"Grandpa, please stop for a moment."

Wu Xian excitedly pulled the old man out, and then, under the old man's bewildered gaze, opened the package.

It was a carefully packaged spiritual potion, containing a golden, viscous liquid. "Come on, Grandpa, drink it. After drinking it, you'll be able to walk as fast as you can."

That's right, this is an expensive medicine that can cure Grandpa's leg injury and hidden injuries all over his body.

From as far back as Wu Xian could remember, he had his eye on this medicine called "Spiritual Recovery Liquid," and as soon as the two million yuan arrived in his account that morning, he immediately acquired it.

"..." The old man finally understood, and after a moment of silence and emotion, he said, "No, no, it's too expensive... and Grandpa is already this old."

"It's worth it no matter how expensive it is."

These five simple words inexplicably made Wu Xian's eyes redden.

It was only 480,000; in his view, nothing was more valuable than that.

The old man's eyes were red and glistening with tears. A thousand words were condensed into a sigh, "My Xian'er has grown up." "Here, let me feed you."

Wu Xian smiled and personally fed the medicine to his grandfather.

The powerful spiritual medicine took effect instantly, and the old man was enveloped in a golden spiritual light, with golden mist constantly rising from his body.

The crippled right leg, which had been bitten by an extradimensional monster, shed its skin and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring it to its original state.

The wounds all over his body, as well as the hidden injuries inside his body, are constantly being repaired.

His complexion improved at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, he went from a withered old man to a healthy old man with a rosy complexion and vigorous spirit, looking at least ten years younger.

Or rather, this is the state a person in their seventies should be in.

That 480,000 yuan was totally worth it.

"How are you feeling? Get up and walk around a bit." Wu Xian had never been happier than today.

The old man got up briskly, walked back and forth a few steps, feeling more comfortable than ever before. However, behind his excited expression was a hint of dazedness. Then he frowned, and his eyes and temperament suddenly became sharp.

"What's going on? Could there be something wrong with the medicine's effectiveness?" Wu Xian couldn't help but feel nervous.

The old man remained silent for a long time, the sharpness in his eyes gradually subsiding. He raised his palm blankly, and spiritual energy slowly gathered in his palm.

"?!" Wu Xian was stunned. "This is... spiritual energy cultivation? You have the aptitude for spiritual energy cultivation?"

He had always thought that his grandfather was just an ordinary person from the bottom of society, but he never expected that his grandfather would have the aptitude for spiritual energy cultivation.

Moreover, judging from the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Grandpa at this moment, he has not just awakened, but is recovering his former cultivation level.

“I think I just remembered something,” the old man said, his brow furrowed. “I think I used to be a soldier. I was seriously wounded and lost consciousness in a fierce battle, and I can’t remember many things clearly…”

"Soldiers?" Wu Xian asked, both surprised and suspicious. "Anything else?"

“Nothing for now,” the old man said, seemingly struggling to recall something. “The brain injury was severe, and even spiritual healing medicine cannot completely repair it. I can only try to remember it slowly.”

As he spoke, the old man smiled contentedly, "Grandpa's old bones are finally of some use, aren't they?"

"No~ You can enjoy your retirement and have a peaceful life. Your grandchildren will take care of everything else."

Although he was somewhat surprised by the sudden return of some of his grandfather's memories, for him, the greatest happiness was that his grandfather could live another year.

The old man's eyes were full of satisfaction as he energetically went to the kitchen to continue cooking.

The grandfather and grandson enjoyed lunch together happily.

"By the way, Grandpa, what was your cultivation level before?" Wu Xian couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I can't remember. I'll try to recover slowly through cultivation." The old man shook his head bitterly.

"It's alright, take your time," Wu Xian said nonchalantly. "I'll arrange a painting for you later, so you can reminisce about your youthful days."

Upon hearing this, the old man seemed to remember something and pondered, "Xian'er's scroll seems to be an ancient style scroll. This kind of scroll... is not simple."

"Oh? You even know about ancient scroll painting techniques."

"Suddenly I remembered some fragmented information," the old man said, once again struggling to recall, "I seem to have seen this kind of ancient scroll painting somewhere before."

Seeing this, Wu Xian didn't press the matter further.

After the meal, the old man went back to his room to rest and recover.

Wu Xian also began his self-study journey, holding the basic knowledge of mechanical scroll drawing on his phone, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

But before that, there is something even more important to do: upgrade the God of Wealth.

They took out the purchased lightning-attribute materials, extracted their spiritual essence from each one, and had the God of Wealth absorb the spiritual substances they needed.

After absorbing all the materials in one go, the God of Wealth's improvement was quite significant, especially the power and effect of [Lightning Control].

【Zhao Gongming, the True Lord of the Mysterious Altar】

Version: Original (with gold embroidered border)

Rank: Crimson Fate Scroll

Painting Spirit: ★★☆
Spirituality: 43
Innate Traits: Attracts wealth and treasures, protects the body with wealth, and controls lightning and electricity.
Not only did his spirituality soar to 43 points, but also some dark red patterns faintly appeared inside the blood-red life axis, which was quite peculiar.

Clearly, the level of the Crimson Fate Axis has also been upgraded, but the level division of the Crimson Fate Axis is not yet clear.

Then, I finally began to study the materials that Sister Tiao had sent me with satisfaction.

I must say, the mechanical principles underlying this spiritual realm are quite unique. Various mechanical spiritual substances can be combined and spliced ​​together to produce different functions and effects, and the ways of combining them are ever-changing.

But in essence, it is still a construction of spiritual characteristics, and therefore it can provide considerable inspiration for the construction of other spiritual characteristics.

For two days in a row, Wu Xian immersed himself in learning, practicing with "garbage" scraps from time to time, and his understanding of paint mixing gradually got on track.

(End of this chapter)