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

Chapter 124 Upper Class
The young man smiled slightly and walked into the hotel amidst the crowd.

As we walked, we asked, "I heard you have a genius scroll artist around here? And a necromancer from the guild came back to stir up trouble with scrolls?"

“That’s right,” the president of the Divine Fire Club said with a mournful face, “You may not be aware of the current situation in Yaoyang City. Let me put it this way, all of our scrolls have been completely ruined.”

"Which family branch are you from? What kinds of scrolls do you deal in?" the young man asked.

The club presidents quickly explained their own situations.

Upon hearing about the families of the group, the young man chuckled in realization, “No wonder. They’re just a few small families that don’t even qualify for the Divine Realm. Naturally, they’re no match for the scroll painters of the Dojo.”

Faced with the youths' disdain, the club presidents, who wielded considerable influence in Yaoyang City, could only fawn and smile obsequiously.

To be honest, when they learned that the young master was coming down in person, they were somewhat incredulous.

"What's the name of that girl who came back from the Necropolis? I might know her."

"Xue Lingling".

"I don't really remember," the young man pondered, then casually sat down and pulled out his phone to call a friend. "Brother Qinghe, do you have someone named Xue Lingling at your Necromancer's Guild? Is she from the inner or outer courtyard?"

"Xue Lingling?" Zhao Qinghe in the video was clearly taken aback. "Brother Bai, why are you suddenly asking about her?"

"There is such a person, right?" the young man surnamed Bai teased. "Your necromancer dojo is really something, sending a dojo elite to a low-level city to bully noobs. How boring."

Zhao Qinghe was slightly taken aback. "Brother Bai went to Yaoyang City?"

The young man surnamed Bai shrugged and smiled at the phone camera, "We've arrived, haven't we? My Peak Dojo got utterly thrashed by that girl from yours. I'm a newcomer, so they sent me here to save face."

"No way?" Zhao Qinghe exclaimed in surprise, "Sending you to such a lousy place? Has your old man lost his mind?"

"Saving face is secondary," the young man surnamed Bai waved his hand and smiled, "The main thing is that there's an event for evil god scroll painters here recently, and they want me to come and earn some merits and experience."

“I knew it.” Zhao Qinghe was speechless.

"Speaking of which, what kind of person is this Xue Lingling?"

Zhao Qinghe's expression was somewhat complicated. "He has some ability, but not much. He's rather arrogant and overconfident."

"Should we go easy on him?" the young man surnamed Bai asked with a knowing smile.

"There's no need for that. To be honest, I've been wanting to teach this girl a lesson myself!" Zhao Qinghe grinned mischievously. "How about this, I'll go over there later and help Brother Bai teach this girl a lesson."

"Is he here to make things worse?" the young man surnamed Bai said strangely.

“It’s a long story, I’ll explain it to you later,” Zhao Qinghe explained. “In short, my Necromancer’s Guild has no interest in that lousy place. It was entirely that little brat’s idea.”

"alright."

After a few brief pleasantries, the call ended.

Looking at the presidents of the major clubs standing to the side, they were all standing properly, not daring to sit down.

"Sit down, what are you standing there for?" The young man surnamed Bai said, gesturing for them to sit down. "I understand the situation. We will distribute some authorized original copies of high-quality scrolls to you based on your club's style and characteristics."

"Watch and learn carefully, lest sales take off and I have to personally rush to finish the work."

"Definitely! Definitely!" The club presidents were extremely excited.

The young man surnamed Bai smiled with satisfaction and continued, "Also, keep an eye out for clues about the Evil God Scroll Master. You'll get your share of the rewards."

The presidents of the major clubs quickly agreed, secretly thinking how lucky they were.

You should know that even the heads of these small families might not be able to get in touch with this young master.

"By the way, young master, these are the information on all the scrolls currently held by the Ghost King Club. Please take a look." The president of the Battle Heaven Club respectfully handed over two documents. "This one is from that genius scroll artist, and this one is from Xue Lingling."

The young man surnamed Bai took the documents, casually threw Wu Xian's documents into the trash can, and began to carefully examine Xue Lingling's scroll materials.

Seeing this, the club presidents couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "Young master, why don't you take a look at that file? That kid is quite capable."

"A grassroots genius?"

The young man surnamed Bai scoffed, clearly not taking Wu Xian seriously.

Only Xue Lingling, a disciple of the Undead Dojo, is worthy of his attention.

As for that so-called "grassroots genius scroll painter," he thought it was a joke; only a small, underprivileged place could produce such a laughable absurdity. Seeing this, the club presidents didn't say much.

……

Yaoyang City, Scroll Painters Association.

Wu Xian was pulled over by Xue Lingling early in the morning, simply because today was the day of the official examination for scroll painters.

There are two rounds of unified examinations each year, one in the first half and one in the second half. If you miss one, you have to wait for the next round.

Wu Xian had initially thought that there wouldn't be too many people taking the formal assessment, but he still underestimated the power of three million people.

At this moment, the area outside the association building was packed with people. There were over a hundred trainee scroll painters who came to take the assessment, along with their relatives, friends, onlookers, and media, making it a truly spectacular scene.

The age range of the candidates is roughly the same as that of the ancient imperial examinations in the previous life, with many candidates already having gray hair.

"Isn't it said that you can only pass if you condense the divine diagram?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

"Gathering a divine image isn't difficult, especially after just experiencing a dimensional mirage," Xue Lingling explained jokingly. "The less valuable a divine image is, the easier it is to gather."

Generally speaking, as long as one can condense the divine diagram, the association will give them a chance, and each assessment will recruit many mediocre talents.

In a way, it's like cleaning up the mess left by current art studio education.

Wu Xian understood. "What are the specific assessment criteria? Just show us the amazing picture."

"Of course it's not that simple," Xue Lingling said with a smile. "We also need to test your mental strength level and weigh the divine diagram, commonly known as 'soul weight.' The higher the weight, the higher the value."

"A heavy soul?" Wu Xian wondered to himself.

Mental strength testing is easy to understand, but what's with this strange image weighing?

Does the Soul God Image still have weight?

"To put it bluntly, it's about the weight at the level of laws."

Wu Xian suddenly realized.

Simply put, it's about assessing the level and quality of the underlying principles behind a divine chart, but using "weight units" as the standard of measurement.

"How much did Master Sister weigh back then?" Wu Xian couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Nine and a half ounces,” Xue Lingling said, unable to hide her pride. “Anything over one ounce would be considered to meet the association’s minimum requirement, but according to the dojo’s standards, it should start at least at three ounces.”

"oh oh."

As Wu Xian pondered this, he decided that it would be better to use the [Ten Great Yin Marshals] divine image to avoid the weight being too overpowered and attracting unnecessary trouble.

After all, they had just been "reminded" by Master Xue how incredibly powerful the Twenty-Eight Constellations were.

As for the natal Five Gods of Wealth image, the result will only be more outrageous and defy the heavens.

As for the character design of the grassroots genius scroll painter, the "Ten Great Yin Marshals" are more than enough.

While chatting and waiting, Tang Tiaotiao, Zhou Qi, Wang Xiaocong, and other students from the art studio arrived at the examination site under the unified organization of the studio.

Tang Tiaotiao and the other two waved to him.

The art studio principal leading the group kept glancing at Wu Xian, seemingly harboring considerable resentment towards him.

Outside the examination hall, Tang Qingxuan and his family also arrived at the scene, along with the families of Zhou Qi and Wang Xiaocong.

Almost everyone has high expectations for Wu Xian, this grassroots genius scroll painter.

The only difference is the expectations. Some expect him to make a name for himself, while others expect him to reveal his true colors.

"Keep it up, Master Wu!"

"The Ten Great Yin Generals are the best in the world!"

The shouts and cheers attracted the attention of the crowd.

Outside the arena, a self-organized fan club of Yin Shuai was pouring into the assessment site.

(End of this chapter)