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

Chapter 129 The Emperor Mummy Series

But the more Wu Xian looked at it, the more alarmed he became.

Goodness, it really does have a bit of an Egyptian pharaoh vibe, and a very strong one at that.

Although it is still somewhat different from the real pharaohs, the overall concept is quite complete, only lacking in some key details.

Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but privately message my senior sister, "Is the concept of mummies a part of the Bai family's tradition?"

"Yes, it is said to be an extremely ancient and mysterious undead creature, not to be underestimated."

"Are there similar zombie-themed scrolls like the Battle Heaven Club, but even more powerful?" Wu Xian wondered.

"That's right, Shiraishi Qi's father was a big shot who specialized in zombie scrolls."

Wu Xian clicked his tongue and nodded.

From this perspective, it's highly likely that the Undead lineage of the Peak Dojo is based on this style.

Unless the zombies are extremely powerful, the Ten Yin Generals are relatively easy to deal with.

But this Pharaoh mummy comes from another mythological system, and we'll only know which is stronger after we fight it.

Furthermore, we also need to consider the five-dimensional attributes on both sides and the degree of refinement of the divine diagram.

Furthermore, the Emperor Mummy series is only an early work by Shiraishi Sai, and he must have other high-level scrolls hidden away.

"We can't just create a fake Anubis, can we?"

Given Shiraishi's current abilities and level, he probably couldn't even conceive of something like Anubis.

However, it is still quite possible that they will produce a half-baked "Anubis" scroll.

"Looks like we need to hurry up and get a Yama (King of Hell) out of here."

I previously obtained a Demon Stone through a motorcycle taxi driver, and recently I've also collected some high-quality materials related to strange and supernatural things.

However, to create the King of Hell, even if it's just a copper axle, it would inevitably require a considerable amount of divine power factors with corresponding attributes.

I'll go farm Dead Mountain Town a few times tomorrow.

……

Inside the only five-star hotel in Yaoyang City.

Since learning of Wu Xian's excellence, Bai Shiqi has clearly been aroused in interest and fighting spirit.

I originally thought that simply placing a few lower-level scrolls would solve the problem, but now it seems that it's necessary to take a serious approach.

At this moment, he had already summoned the presidents of all the major clubs.

"Let's start my Imperial Mummy series with your Yaoyang City," Bai Shiqi said confidently. "Take five different original mummy authorization copies back and study them carefully. I hope to see your results before sales explode."

"Don't worry, young master!"

The five club presidents held the original authorization certificate in their hands, regarding it as a priceless treasure.

From this perspective, they should even thank Xue Lingling and Wu Xian. Without these two, they would never have come into contact with such a powerful scroll in their next life.

"By the way, young master, what would be a suitable price for the subsequent release?" the club president asked seriously.

“After all, I’m a newcomer and it’s not good to reveal my true identity right now,” Bai Shiqi pondered. “How about we set a lower price for now, 299, which is two million nine hundred and ninety thousand, less than ten thousand spirit crystals.”

"This……"

The presidents of the five clubs looked at each other, hesitant to speak.

"Is it too high?" Shiraishi asked, puzzled.

“Ahem, young master may not be familiar with our spending power here,” the president of the Elf Club explained cautiously. “The price of our dungeon scrolls is generally no more than two million, especially when they are sold through the club.”

"The profit margin is so low?" Bai Shiqi clicked his tongue and scoffed. "Then it's 199, one million nine hundred and ninety thousand."

However, the club presidents still looked like they wanted to say something but couldn't.

"What, this price isn't acceptable?"

"Why don't you check out the competitor's offer on the Ghost King Club's official website first?" the president of the Battle Sky Club whispered a suggestion.

Bai Shiqi searched for Ghost King Club and Ghost King in confusion. When he saw the price, he was completely stunned.

The price of Xue Lingling's Ghost King series is understandable.

But the price of Wu Xian's Yin Shuai scroll was beyond his comprehension.

"What a joke! A million for a copy of the scroll plus a symbolic fraction, and the rubbings are practically free," Shiraishi Qi said, his mind full of questions and incomprehension. "Have they always sold them like this?" "Yeah," the president of the Divine Fire Club said with a wry smile, "If they had priced things more reasonably, we wouldn't have died so quickly, and we could at least have survived for a while longer."

"..." Bai Shiqi was incredulous. "That shouldn't be the case. Isn't he broke? Why would he do such a losing business?"

"Well... according to our analysis, that kid might have some unique scroll-drawing methods and techniques, which could either greatly increase the success rate of drawing or significantly reduce material costs," the president of the Zhan Tian Club said seriously.

Bai Shiqi subconsciously didn't quite believe it, but considering Wu Xian's "unorthodox" background, it didn't seem impossible.

A self-taught, unorthodox scroll painter is naturally not worth mentioning.

But Wu Xian is different. Someone with this level of talent might actually figure out a set of "tricks".

"Then it's 180, that's the lowest I can go."

Bai Shiqi gritted his teeth and lowered the price, after all, he was there to make money, not to do charity.

"What if sales are not satisfactory..." the club presidents said timidly.

"Rest assured, I have confidence in the quality of this set of scrolls!" Bai Shiqi smiled confidently. "There's no way there wouldn't be someone who appreciates its value."

"Ok."

"Oh, by the way, take me to that shantytown area." Bai Shiqi changed the subject.

Soon after, led by several club presidents, they arrived at the shantytown near the North Street area.

Upon arriving at the location, Shiraishi Qi experienced a strange physical discomfort.

From the moment he stepped into Yaoyang City, he vaguely sensed that the city's distortion pollution was quite serious. Now, after entering the shantytown, he has witnessed what distortion pollution truly means.

"No way~ that kid used to live in this kind of run-down place?"

The club presidents remained noncommittal, saying, "Maybe we should just forget about it; there's no need to come to a place like this."

"continue."

Bai Shiqi silently held his breath and gestured for the others to continue leading the way.

Two hours later.

When Bai Shiqi came out of the shantytown, he was shocked like never before, and it was a shock to his soul from all aspects and without any blind spots.

He couldn't understand how Wu Xian had managed to become a scroll painter in such an environment.

In an environment where survival is a problem, is there really any mind to pursue the art of scroll painting?

The more this was the case, the more incredible Wu Xian's success seemed to him.

"Help me investigate thoroughly. I need to know detailed information about Wu Xian over the years," Bai Shiqi said solemnly.

"No problem, we'll send someone to investigate right away."

……

The next day, inside a small villa in the North Street area.

After quickly clearing several waves of Dead Mountain Town at the association, Wu Xian immediately began to seriously draw the King of Hell.

Since the goal is to draw the Ten Kings of Hell, we should naturally start with the most well-known one, King Qin Guang.

However, he still underestimated the difficulty of drawing the King of Hell.

But through his tireless efforts, he finally succeeded in making the bronze axle of King Qin Guang.

Furthermore, their duel with Shiraishi Sai has only just begun, and his opponent certainly wouldn't reveal a trump card like "Anubis" at this stage.

There's no need for him to rush things.

I spent the latter half of the night practicing meditation.

Xue Lingling started urging the club members to hurry up and get into position early in the morning.

After a while.

Inside the Ghost King Club, all the members were on high alert.

"There's really no need to be so nervous," Wu Xian joked, trying to ease the tension. "Just treat it like a normal match, right, Master Sister?"

Turning my head, I saw that Xue Lingling was even more serious and nervous than the contestants.

(End of this chapter)