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

Chapter 265 Xu Cunxin's Valkyrie

"These people?!"

Xu Cunxin was clearly stunned by the power of the tattooed warriors.

“I’ll explain later,” Wu Xian said with a serious expression. “The most urgent thing right now is to figure out the situation in the studio.”

As he spoke, he released the Pleiades Star Lord again, letting out a cry to announce the dawn.

Although it dispelled a lot of the evil aura, it was still unable to break through that peculiar spiritual domain.

The key issue is that they can't find their opponents at all right now.

"Strange, have these kids gone mad?"

Zhang Mazi looked around, cursing and swearing, expressing his incomprehension of the students' "diligent" behavior.

He casually snatched a book from a student and glanced at it, looking slightly dazed, but quickly came to his senses. "Uh, who was talking just now?"

Study? Study my ass! I'm not a scroll painter!

Seeing Zhang Mazi's unusual behavior, Wu Xian and the others exchanged surprised and suspicious glances, vaguely understanding what was going on.

I subconsciously picked up some books from beside me to look at them.

The moment they turned the pages, they were deeply drawn in by a strange power; the words in the book seemed to wriggle, creeping into the depths of their souls.

Wu Xian frowned as the power of his natal God of Wealth was automatically triggered, snapping him out of his daze.

Looking at the crowd of people flipping through books, they seemed to be bewitched.

Xu Cunxin was alright. Her powerful mental strength, coupled with her innate [Empress Sparrow - Jingwei], allowed her to quickly regain her senses. She closed the book with lingering fear, "Hiss~ What a strange power!"

But Zhou Qi and Xu Lu were in an awkward situation, completely immersed in the magic of the book.

In contrast, Zhang Mazi's group of tattooed warriors were basically unaffected, flipping through various books with a blank look on their faces, unable to concentrate at all.

Wu Xian immediately threw out his flying sword, knocking the books from Zhou Qi and Xu Lu's hands to the ground.

The two of them then snapped out of their trance.

"Let me see who's not studying properly and is shouting in the library!"

A sinister voice came from outside the library, and a middle-aged teacher with a receding hairline and wearing an art studio teacher's uniform walked in.

Twisted and struggling souls swayed around him, his expression was solemn, and a scroll spirit of the elven type appeared beside him. Judging from its aura, it was just a scroll with a silver axis and seven stars.

But the eerie aura emanating from it at this moment is far more than just the Seven Stars of the Silver Axis.

"The Wind Spirit of the Peak Dojo?" Xu Cunxin frowned slightly. "Why has it changed into this form?"

Within the elemental spirit of the Wind Fairy, countless tiny points of light wriggled, resembling some kind of wriggling writing.

Under the influence of this evil power, the originally gentle and lovely [Wind Fairy] became violent and agitated, with cracks appearing all over its body, and the leaked wind elemental power turning into wind elemental spikes.

"Dengfeng Dojo has sided with the evil god?" Zhang Mazi and the others exclaimed in shock.

Wu Xian and the others exchanged glances, vaguely understanding what was going on.

The prestigious Peak Dojo would never side with an evil god, otherwise the Scroll World would have been in chaos long ago.

Then there is only one possibility: the Wind Fairy was transformed into an evil scroll by the power of that evil god.

"Is it possible to transform a normal scroll into a malevolent one?" Xu Lu swallowed hard. "This... how is that possible?"

It's important to understand that normal scrolls and evil god scrolls are completely different things, and the distinction between them has always been clear.

At most, the evil god scroll can control the normal scroll; there has never been a case of an evil god scroll being able to transform a normal scroll into an evil scroll.

"The power of knowledge?" Wu Xian pondered.

"The power of knowledge?"

Xu Cunxin, Xu Lu, and Zhou Qi all cast puzzled glances at them.

At the same time, the headmaster had already unleashed his malevolent wind spirits upon them. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Led by Zhang Mazi, the tattooed warriors swarmed forward like cannonballs.

The powerful, malevolent wind spirit was quickly overwhelmed and beaten by the tattooed warriors, its wind elemental body exploding and scattering the library into chaos.

"WTF?"

As Zhang Mazi mocked, he darted forward and pinned the headmaster to the ground, beating him mercilessly.

"?!"

Xu Cunxin saw everything, her expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Because she vaguely saw a sense of déjà vu in these tattooed warriors.

Of course, now is not the time to dwell on that. With the defeat of the head of the teaching department, a series of whooshing sounds came from all over the art studio.

One by one, art studio teachers with twisted souls attacked from all directions, each controlling various scrolls modified by evil forces.

These are all picture scrolls that are commonly found in the market.

Among them was even a silver scroll, the "Soul-Eating Ghost King," which had been transformed into an eerie scroll. Fortunately, the Yin Shuai series was not among them.

The war is about to start.

At the same time, the books in the library seemed to come alive, flying through the air, their pages turning in mid-air, and countless writhing, eerie characters flying out and merging into those strangely modified scrolls.

On the contrary, the students in the art studio seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Wu Xian and the others released their respective scrolls in response.

Led by Zhang Mazi, the tattoo warriors charged to the front, their spiritual energy and tattoo power interacting to unleash astonishing strength, sending the evil modified scrolls flying.

On Wu Xian's side, his natal God of Wealth appeared, and the Black Tiger roared.

Thunderclouds instantly filled the sky above the art studio, and bolts of thunder struck down with earth-shattering force, easily destroying the many evil-modified scrolls.

"Is this Master's natal scroll?"

Xu Cunxin felt the powerful aura of the God of Wealth and was filled with awe.

Immediately, with a slight thought, the divine diagram above his head slowly unfolded, and a powerful spiritual force surged, causing the entire spiritual realm to appear as if space had shattered.

At the same time, a golden, human-shaped holy spirit gracefully emerged from the divine image, each step creating a lotus flower.

She was a tall goddess clad in armor, carrying a long spear, with flowing golden hair and a golden helmet that seemed to flutter like wings, radiating a dazzling aurora-like light.

Like Cui Wenxuan's Demon-Suppressing Immortal Master, it is also a top-tier scroll with nine jade axes.

"Valkyrie?"

Wu Xian stared in disbelief, a strange feeling creeping into his heart.

Judging from its appearance and aura of power, it is almost identical to the Valkyrie in Norse mythology.

However, due to the limitations of the "Holy Spirit" body and the defects of the Holy Spirit Scroll, there is a chasm between her and the real Valkyrie that is "far away yet so close."

The appearance of the "Valkyrie" of the Nine Stars of Jade Scroll was nothing short of devastating.

As the spear swept across, large sections of the evil transformation scrolls vanished into ashes, transforming into countless writhing, eerie characters.

At the same time, figures of heroic spirits and warriors appeared out of thin air, and under the command of the "Valkyrie," they began an endless melee with the bizarre monsters that were constantly being formed from writhing characters.

"This spiritual realm seems to be quite sensitive to the power of the divine diagram's spiritual pressure?" Xu Cunxin reminded her.

After recovering from their shock, Wu Xian and the others revealed their respective divine images.

Wu Xian directly released the [Twenty-Eight Constellations] divine map. It was large in scale and highly completed. It possessed a powerful divine map spiritual pressure, as well as the starlight pressure of the Twenty-Eight Constellations.

As the pressure of divine images surged, the surrounding spiritual realm indeed began to crack and shatter, resulting in a state of visual lag and fragmentation.

At the same time, a peculiar spiritual force is constantly repairing this spiritual realm.

(End of this chapter)