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

Chapter 141 Scared away

Meanwhile, Shiraishi Sai, who had been merely observing the whole thing, was already somewhat numb.

It feels like there's no need for [Desert Reaper] to take action at all; just sticking around the big shots and getting credit for them is enough.

At this moment, all he could see was the majestic figure of Pleiades Star Lord. He desperately wanted to ask Wu Xian for a share, but he was too embarrassed to do so.

After all, he was the pride of the Peak Dojo, and his inherent pride wouldn't allow him to use someone else's scroll.

This is the "heart of Tao" that an excellent scroll painter must possess.

Simply put, it means: believe in yourself and believe in your own picture scroll design. Only in this way can you go further on the path of picture scrolls.

It's not that I can't acknowledge the excellence of others.

But when you start to rely on other people's paintings, that inner "spirit" disappears.

This would be absolutely fatal for a skilled scroll painter.

Therefore, any scroll painter with a goal or pursuit will try to avoid using other people's scrolls, unless it is an authorized original between master and apprentice.

But Wu Xian obviously wouldn't sell him the original authorized copy.

Such an excellent concept for a gold scroll would never be sold as an authorized original by any other scroll illustrator.

You should know that every original scroll is the illustrator's most treasured secret.

It can even be used to measure the skill of a scroll painter.

For example, he is now a "two-gold" scroll artist, which means he has two original gold scrolls.

For someone his age to achieve such results, he is definitely among the elite, the very best of the best.

That was his opinion, at least until he met Wu Xian.

In addition, the number of gold scrolls can be used to measure not only scroll painters, but also spirit tamers.

Among the top spirit masters in major cities, the number of gold scrolls is an important indicator of a spirit master's strength.

After all, starting with the gold scroll, both the cost and the difficulty of designing it would increase significantly.

The more outstanding the gold scroll, the more outrageous the cost and the higher the difficulty of drawing it.

It is extremely difficult to collect a complete set of gold scroll materials.

For many spirit tamers, possessing even one or two scrolls of gold is a great honor, even if it takes their entire lives.

The jade scrolls and black scrolls that follow are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

To put it simply, the reason why their Peak Dojo ranks among the top of the nine dojos is because they have three black scrolls in their possession, two of which are authorized copies passed down from their "ancestors".

"Brother Bai, be careful. This servant of the evil god seems a bit strange."

Wu Xian's reminder interrupted Bai Shiqi's reflections.

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Qi hurriedly recast [Desert Reaper], vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

The aura of the evil god's servant below seemed to be growing and rising.

Before they could get close, the enemy had already attacked them.

boom!
A sinister beam of blood shot into the sky.

A middle-aged man with countless scarlet worms growing on his back appeared before them, with a projection resembling a divine image above his head, but only a corner of that image was visible.

"Oh no, it's Hong Xiao possessing me personally—!"

Bai Shiqi exclaimed in alarm, as if facing a formidable enemy, and immediately released another original gold scroll.

"Is there still such an operation?"

While Wu Xian was surprised and suspicious, his gaze was drawn to Bai Shiqi's second gold scroll.

It was a beautiful woman exuding a powerful and sacred aura, her body engulfed in flames, her golden-red hair flying wildly with the flames, and holding a uniquely styled torch.

"The aura of the Divine Realm of Ascension?" The sinister middle-aged man sneered after recognizing Bai Shiqi's two golden scrolls. "No wonder this little lousy place has been getting weirder and weirder lately."

Just as he was mocking and sneering, he suddenly felt a chill that penetrated to his very bones.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the handsome and powerful scroll beside Wu Xian, and the worms swaying behind him instantly stood up like hairs on his body.

"So you're that Hong Xiao?" Facing the evil god's servant possessed by the evil god scroll painter, Wu Xian dared not be careless.

"Such an unfamiliar aura. Who are you from, little kid?"

The sinister-looking middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale, and he unconsciously retreated slowly.

"Star Lord, kill him—!"

Wu Xian had no intention of wasting words with him. The moment he confirmed the other party's identity, a murderous intent rose in his eyes.

Although the cleanup operation was relatively easy, the horrific scenes are still vivid in my mind.

Bai Shiqi hadn't expected Wu Xian to be so decisive. Seeing Wu Xian make his move, he quickly followed, "Brother Wu, be careful! This villain is incredibly powerful. Five years ago, he was able to... uh..."

Before he could finish speaking, another humanoid painting spirit emanating the aura of golden scrolls appeared beside Wu Xian.

He held a steel whip in one hand and a gold ingot in the other, riding a majestic black tiger.

"There's...there's another gold scroll?!" Shiraishi Qi was completely stunned.

As soon as the painting spirit appeared, thunder roared in the sky, and bolts of lightning poured down.

Not to mention him, even Hong Xiao, who had possessed the servant at this moment, was completely dumbfounded.

The terrifying aura emanating from the lightning sent chills down his spine. He hurriedly activated the power of the Evil Insect Goddess to defend himself. The worms behind him multiplied and grew wildly, transforming into giant worms filled with evil power, which charged towards the two of them.

"Two little brats who haven't even grown their hair yet dare to be arrogant in front of me? Die!"

Bai Shiqi calmly controlled the two golden scrolls, and with the divine diagram above his head activated, he fought back and forth with the giant worms.

Wu Xian, on the other hand, seemed poised to launch a full-scale attack.

Bathed in a radiant glow of wealth, he ignored the attacks of the numerous giant worms and manipulated the God of Wealth and the Pleiades Star Lord to strike the sinister middle-aged man.

Cack-clack——!
With a cry of "The Sun God crows at dawn," the giant worm that had been coiling around them instantly contracted in pain.

"what?!"

The sinister middle-aged man's soul trembled from the rooster's crow, and even while possessed by a servant, his own natal divine image trembled involuntarily.

Little did they know, the fear had only just begun.

The painting spirit, clad in a robe bathed in rosy light and holding a feather fan, transformed into a six- or seven-meter-tall, spirited rooster. The moment its sharp eyes looked at him, he was plunged into a torment of having his soul torn apart.

"Ahhhh——!"

The eerie creature screamed in terror, and dozens of giant worms behind it trembled violently.

In his terror, Hong Xiao tried to break free from the possession, only to see the rooster already pouncing towards him, its sharp beak almost touching him.

At the same time, a giant gold ingot descended from above, intensifying his fear.

boom!
The sinister middle-aged man was instantly torn apart by the Pleiades Star Lord's true form and smashed into a pulp by the gold ingot.

……

Deep within the Zerg dimension, in an underground lair.

Hong Xiao coughed up a mouthful of blood, and it seemed that countless tiny insects were twitching and wriggling in the blood.

The power of the crimson life axis within his body seemed to have suffered a severe blow, rapidly fading away, and his entire body was still trembling involuntarily.

Although he desperately tried to break free from the possessed state, he was still pecked by the rooster just before he could.

This sudden attack caused him to suffer a splitting headache, blurred his consciousness, and even his natal [Evil Insect Goddess] suffered an unprecedented severe injury.

puff!
Another mouthful of blood.

In his panic, Hong Xiao tried to stand up, but found that his trembling limbs would not obey his commands.

Fear! Horror!
At this moment, he seemed to understand the feelings of those he had harmed.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Hong Xiao gradually recovered from his deep fear. His face was pale and bloodless, and deep fear still lingered in his eyes.

At that moment, he had only one thought: run!
This place is open to anyone who wants to come; he'll never come back here in his life.

(End of this chapter)