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

Chapter 267 The Demon God of Knowledge and Truth
Looking at Liang Yongxin's current state, his soul is basically just an empty shell, and even his brain has shrunk to the point of being like someone with Alzheimer's.

What's that saying again? Even if you're cured, you'll still be drooling.

But that's not the point; the point is the clues it reveals.

Principal Liang Yongxin was not the mastermind behind it, nor was he even a servant of the evil god; he was simply a victim.

"What about the students? How are they?" Wu Xian asked, frowning.

Zhang Mazi and the others reported, "They all look like they just woke up and have no idea what happened."

"Hiss~" Wu Xian took a deep breath. "This evil god is a bit scary. Sister Xu Lu, please take care of temporarily controlling and isolating the students."

"You mean, the students may have already run into problems?"

Wu Xian sighed helplessly.

Subsequently, Xu Lu, Zhang Mazi, and others quickly mobilized manpower to take control of the entire art studio.

The students in the art studio, unaware of what was happening, began to protest.

Soon after, Cui Wenxuan and the association elders also arrived at the scene.

The strange situation at the art studio is completely baffling.

Based on the current tests and investigations, the students appear to be doing well and have no problems. In fact, their drawing skills have improved to some extent during this period of "living in a daze."

In contrast, the school leaders and teachers in the art studio have become mentally impaired, their souls and brains drained.

"They don't seem to have any ill intentions towards the students," Cui Wenxuan said with a strange expression. "Could it be that they have a grudge against the Peak Dojo and are just here to annoy them?"

“If that’s the case, why not just wipe out Dengfeng Art Studio, or kill the principal and teachers?” Wu Xian pondered. “Why go through all that trouble?”

"This..." Cui Wenxuan was confused. "In short, this matter is suspicious, especially that strange and evil power, which is truly unheard of and unseen before."

Subsequently, the association took full control of the art studio, continued to monitor the students' situation, and launched an investigation into the mysterious evil scroll painter behind it all.

Wu Xian was filled with worry after returning to the club.

There was nothing he could do; this whole thing was too strange, and it made him feel uneasy.

After some thought, I called Bai Shiqi and briefly explained the situation of Dengfeng Studio.

"Did your Peak Martial Arts Academy offend some powerful evil scroll artist?" Wu Xian asked.

"What are you talking about? Which dojo hasn't offended an evil scroll artist?" Bai Shiqi shook his head and laughed. "I just didn't expect that an evil scroll artist would dare to openly bully my Dengfeng Dojo."

"Don't worry, Brother Wu, I'll report to the dojo right away and have them send someone to investigate."

Wu Xian was stunned into silence.

Yes, the dojo and the evil god scroll artists are enemies, so what's this about offending them?
"Could it be related to the evil scroll painter you killed last time?" Wu Xian pondered.

“It shouldn’t be related,” Shiraishi Qi analyzed. “The evil god scroll maker last time was obviously a lone wolf, and the power of the evil god scroll was also very ordinary.”

"That's strange." Wu Xian fell into deep thought.

Subsequently, Bai Shiqi retrieved some information about Liang Yongxin and the group of teachers and sent it to Wu Xian's phone to assist Wu Xian in his investigation.

Wu Xian glanced through the documents briefly and didn't see anything wrong with them.

"Do Liang Yongxin and those teachers have such low status at your Dengfeng Dojo?" Wu Xian asked with a strange expression. "They don't even have a proper position?"

Based on the information revealed in the materials, the art studio is not actually a property of the Dengfeng Dojo at all; it just uses the name of the Dengfeng Dojo.

It is controlled by a few small families at the bottom of the Dengfeng Dojo, and it is outsourced layer by layer.

Similar to those training institutions in my previous life that borrowed the name of some big shot, or the joint "affiliated" primary schools of some famous schools.

It can only be said that his past poverty helped him avoid many pitfalls.

"It's an art studio, you know how it is." Bai Shiqi smiled awkwardly.

To be honest, if Wu Xian hadn't found him, he wouldn't have bothered with such trivial matters at the bottom of society.

"In other words, this matter actually has nothing to do with your Peak Dojo." Wu Xian said strangely. Bai Shiqi chuckled, "Instead of looking for clues from Peak Dojo, it's better to start with the personal grudges and interpersonal relationships of those people."

"Thanks!"

Wu Xian's eyes flickered slightly; Bai Shiqi's words had reminded him.

Following the information provided by Shiraishi Qi, an investigation was conducted, but no effective clues were found.

It was already late when we returned to the villa in the North Street area.

Wu Xian released the Night Wanderer to investigate his surroundings, and he always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him along the way.

Am I just imagining things?

After investigating, the Night Wanderer found nothing unusual.

The next second, Wu Xian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Several wriggling characters suddenly appeared before my eyes. I initially thought it was an illusion, but the wriggling characters kept multiplying.

"Heh, are you keeping an eye on me?" Wu Xian's face darkened. "Why don't you come out and show yourself? Why hide your face?"

More and more words were writhing before his eyes, unknowingly dragging him into a void of the spiritual realm.

Although Wu Xian felt a chill run down his spine, the other party did not seem to have any intention of corrupting his soul and spirit.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Wu Xian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Actually, we've already met, haven't we?" A gentle male voice came from beside me.

The surrounding spiritual realm shifted, revealing the scene of Dengfeng Art Studio. Parents, hoping their children would become successful, brought their children to the studio, seemingly reminiscent of the studio's initial enrollment period.

The scene shifts, and a refined middle-aged man slowly picks up a mineral water bottle from the ground, gently hands it to him, and smiles broadly.

"Looking back now, it might not have been a bad thing that you didn't have the money to register."

Wu Xian stared blankly at the refined middle-aged man before him, his pupils dilating in shock. "It's you—?!"

"Surprised?" the refined middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"you you you……"

Wu Xian's heart pounded wildly, and he was completely shocked and bewildered.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you, little fellow," the refined middle-aged man smiled. "If I hadn't been fired from the art studio because of you, I wouldn't have been able to feel the call of the demon god when I was at my wit's end."

"A demon god?" Wu Xian was both surprised and suspicious.

The refined middle-aged man remained noncommittal, saying, "The demon god of knowledge and truth is not the evil god you think he is. Of course, you can think of him that way, but the great demon god doesn't care."

"It's not you...this..." Wu Xian was somewhat bewildered.

I couldn't help but recall the scene when I first encountered this art studio teacher in the other-dimensional dungeon—a low-level scroll painter who carried the expectations of his family but had limited abilities.

"As for Liang Yongxin and his gang, I just helped them do what they were supposed to do, didn't I?" the refined middle-aged man said calmly.

Wu Xian remained silent, and the whole matter seemed to make sense all at once.

"You came to see me today just to say these things?"

“Of course not,” the refined middle-aged man smiled. “I came to find you because I sensed the aura of truth in you. Don’t worry, I have no ill intentions towards you, and besides, I may not be your match right now.”

"The aura of truth?" Wu Xian looked puzzled.

The refined middle-aged man remained noncommittal, asking, "Don't you find this world strange?"

Wu Xian remained silent.

"We are both on the path of seeking truth, only our routes are different." The refined middle-aged man smiled. "Oh right, before I go, let me remind you: visit the crematorium when you have time."

(End of this chapter)