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

Chapter 221 First Entry into the Underworld

Wu Xian was clearly astonished by this series of benefits.

After all, the [Hero Tower] can continuously optimize and improve its domain scroll, and now it can also receive so many additional benefits and advantages.

This led him to suspect that something was amiss.

But after exchanging glances with Xue Zhengying and Xue Lingling, he gradually dispelled his doubts.

After all, the existence of the Spirit Master Alliance is based on the vast number of scroll painters.

This series of benefits represents the highest level of treatment the alliance offers to top scroll painting masters.

"By the way, my master's [Peach Blossom Mountain] and my [Netherworld] share the same origin and are now connected as one," Wu Xian suddenly thought of something, "I wonder if we can include them in the Tower of Heroes?"

“Of course,” Jiang Chenglei said noncommittally. “The connections between the domain scrolls can greatly reduce the pressure on the Hero Tower.”

Upon hearing this, Xue Lingling, who had been eager to try, breathed a sigh of relief and gave Wu Xian a "loyal" look.

However, in Wu Xian's eyes, there was now something else in his master's sister's bright eyes.

Thus, the decision to include the underworld in the Tower of Heroes was made.

During the pleasantries, Wu Xian casually inquired, "Speaking of which, does the Alliance have any material about ancient interdimensional outposts?"

“Of course,” Jiang Chenglei replied without hesitation, “If Master Wu needs it, I will arrange for someone to collect it for you. Our alliance is quite efficient in this regard.”

Wu Xian immediately expressed his gratitude and asked curiously, "So, what exactly is in my domain scroll that has captivated you seniors so much?"

Jiang Chenglei and the others exchanged glances and said solemnly, "It's a mysterious feeling. We don't know how to describe it, but it has greatly improved us."

"What kind of improvement?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

"The life marks, especially those on the necromancer scrolls, have a significant improvement," Jiang Chenglei said solemnly.

"A life mark?!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Wu Xian's heart pounded wildly. Good heavens, isn't this something only found in ancient scroll paintings?

Does this mean that a life mark can also be created between a spirit master and a scroll?
"Is this the force you are fighting for now?" Xue Zhengying's eyes sparkled with interest.

“That’s right,” Jiang Chenglei nodded. “When you left the arena by accident, you hadn’t reached the stage of coming into contact with the [Fate Mark]. In our alliance’s inheritance system, level 10 spiritual power is not the end point for a Spirit Master.”

There are many other ways to improve one's realm and strength, and condensing [Life Mark] is one of them.

Once the scroll's soul resonance and cultivation reach a certain level, it enters the stage of condensing life marks, further elevating the scroll's power. The trials in the Hero Tower also bring certain benefits to the condensation of life marks.

“I see,” Xue Zhengying said with a sudden realization. “No wonder there’s such a big gap between us after more than ten years. So that’s how it is.”

“Brother, you’re exceptionally gifted in this area. Once you start condensing your life marks, you’ll probably catch up with us very quickly,” Jiang Chenglei said with a smile.

Wu Xian asked curiously, "As far as I know, life marks are something that only exist in ancient scroll paintings, right?"

Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "The Alliance's current system for enhancing life marks was developed by the Alliance's predecessors from the life marks of the ancient scrolls, but it is ultimately incomparable to the life marks of the ancient scrolls."

This is also the fundamental difference between a Spirit Master and a Scroll Painter.

Xue Lingling couldn't help but wonder: "Can ordinary scroll painters like us condense such life marks?"

“As long as you are willing to invest time and effort in a certain scroll, it is certainly possible,” Jiang Chenglei said with a smile. “Moreover, compared to us Spirit Masters, you can save the trouble of soul resonance, and it is relatively easier for you to condense life marks.”

In fact, many scroll painters are already doing this, but you scroll painters have limited time and energy, so you can't compare to us spirit tamers in this regard.

Of course, for you scroll painters, this is merely icing on the cake; even without condensing life marks, you're still powerful.

Not long after, five league leaders left.

The members of the Underworld Club were deeply moved and their hearts remained unsettled for a long time. Some of them were Spirit Masters, and they were particularly fascinated by it.

Xue Lingling didn't really feel anything; she just wanted to try it out and experience it. But Wu Xian was a different story.

So, the tower climbing trials in the [Hero Tower] can actually help condense life marks?

"My dear disciple, you seem a bit strange today," Xue Lingling asked with concern. "Is something on your mind?"

"..." Wu Xian froze slightly.

Don't you have any self-awareness about why I'm acting strangely?
Well, the "love-struck" senior sister probably really doesn't know anything about this kind of thing.

"How about we let your third uncle take you to broaden your horizons?" Xue Lingling said with a hint of complexity. For some reason, she felt a strange tension when she said this today.

"No, no, no, I really don't need it," Wu Xian quickly waved his hand.

Upon hearing this, Xue Lingling inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Xian quickly changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, the Underworld and Peach Blossom Mountain have accumulated quite a bit of otherworldly energy. Should we open the official instance and see how it goes?"

"What a coincidence, that's exactly what I was thinking too." Xue Lingling smiled mischievously.

Little did they know that this unintentional display of playfulness left Xue Zhengying and Xue Qingyang, who were standing nearby, completely dumbfounded.

The uncle and nephew exchanged a glance, then solemnly raised their hands and said, "We'll go too."

"Go if you want to," Xue Lingling said with a strange look in her eyes. "Second Brother and Qingyang are acting strangely today."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian stood aside, feeling secretly helpless.

Xue Zhengying and Xue Qingyang remained silent to themselves.

You're clearly the weirdest person!

A moment later, in the dungeon lobby, Wu Xian sensed and mobilized the otherworldly energy within the [Underworld] domain scroll, officially opening the Underworld Scroll dungeon.

Buzz~!

The scroll slowly unfurled, its aura and fluctuations clearly far surpassing those of previous experience instances.

After exchanging glances, the four entered the instance one after another.

Space twisted, and they appeared outside the familiar Gates of Hell.

The dungeon, now imbued with otherworldly energy, was indeed quite different from before. The once oppressive Gate of Hell now appeared dilapidated, and the entire dungeon exuded a desolate and chaotic aura.

Wu Xian frowned. Was this the start of a battle against the wandering ghosts of the underworld, or even the "darkened" big shots?

Just then, Xue Qingyang crept over furtively, "Vice President, tell me the truth, did you do something to my aunt?"

Good heavens, he had never seen his aunt in such a strange state in all his life.

"..." Wu Xian's lips twitched, and he said irritably, "We're in a dungeon, be serious!"

Children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs.

Xue Qingyang was a little confused. Why was he speaking in such an elder's tone?
At the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar, authoritative voice rang in the ears of the four, "The underworld, no living beings may enter..."

"Be careful, this sound is not right!" Xue Zhengying warned seriously.

Squeak-!
The heavy city gates of the Ghost Gate opened automatically.

The moment I stepped in, I felt that familiar sense of separation between the living and the dead, and I could still see my own "body" in the mortal world behind me.

Ahead on the road to the underworld, a mournful wind and rain raged, and a chilling aura filled the air. The wails of countless evil spirits sent shivers down one's spine.

The lost souls on the road to the underworld seemed to have gone mad, lunging at the four of them. Moreover, these lost souls, empowered by otherworldly energy, possessed astonishing combat power.

(End of this chapter)