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

Chapter 345 Showing Off and Leaving

"Such a rich and pure aura of spiritual energy!"

"This spirit scroll is incredibly powerful. It at least doubles the effect on spiritual power cultivation, and it has no side effects whatsoever."

Is now the time to focus on this?

On the other side, the Natural Club team, led by Hu Yunlei, was equally dumbfounded.

Hu Yunlei was utterly astonished.

For generations, the Hu family had failed to conceive of a satisfactory scroll depicting a spirit creature, but Wu Xian had unexpectedly created such a powerful and heaven-defying scroll.

The terrifying power of the vegetation and the ridiculously strong law power, even the divine power of the Azure Tree King, could not completely resist the laurel tree's greed and consumption.

"Damn it, why the hell... why?"

While everyone was shocked by the power of the laurel tree, the Abyss King also began to reveal its true form.

It was a huge, anthropomorphic, vermilion mushroom, topped with a giant mushroom head—not the kind of mushroom head you'd see in hairstyles, but the literal meaning of a mushroom head.

The mushroom head has a gaping maw, and when it opens, countless sticky mycelia gush out like venom.

All the clubs were caught completely off guard.

Then, the Abyss King Fungus rushed toward the laurel tree with greedy eyes, its dense mycelium spreading rapidly toward the tree like a carpet.

It looked like it was ready to fight the laurel tree to the death.

At the same time, various clubs have also activated their "Golden Scroll Fall God Mode" and begun to besiege the Abyss King.

Buzz~ Buzz~!

A series of divine projections appeared above the abyss, and compared to the laurel tree phenomenon, they seemed to rival the brilliance of the moon.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

After a fierce battle with the Abyss King Fungus, Wu Xian, controlling Xiao Dizi and the laurel branch flying sword, was repeatedly defeated. He then silently put away the laurel branch and fled the battlefield on his flying sword.

"Hmph! The plant-themed scroll blessed by a true god is indeed powerful!"

After leaving behind a harsh remark, Wu Xian left the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the Abyss King had also entered berserk mode and was engaged in fierce battle with the various Fallen God Scrolls.

"Something feels off to me."

Bai Shiqi knew that Wu Xian's strength was not limited to this, and he was somewhat puzzled to see Wu Xian withdraw from the competition ahead of time.

But with the battle at a critical juncture, he had no time to dwell on such things.

……

The commotion behind the scenes was incredibly intense.

Wu Xian stepped on the laurel branch and moved at great speed, preparing to retreat from the Green Abyss.

"Alright, alright, have you had enough?"

Inside the Qiankun Bag, the original mycelium of the Abyss King Fungus attached to the laurel tree and grew rapidly at a visible speed.

Fortunately, the laurel tree was not afraid of being absorbed. The Abyss King Fungus absorbed only a little of his spiritual power after a long time.

As he spoke, he used his mind to take the laurel tree in the Qiankun bag into his sea of ​​consciousness, and the strands of vermilion mycelium were still not finished.

Since the Qiankun Bag can store living things, the spirit of the scroll painting in its activated state can also be contained within it.

Unfortunately, it can only contain and release its own scroll painting spirits.

"You're not bad, human. It's just a pity that I have such high cultivation." The vermilion mycelium sighed with a wry smile.

“It’s better than death, isn’t it?” Wu Xian asked with a smile.

"That's true." The vermilion mycelium remained noncommittal. The moment he learned that he had been listed as a top-level target for extermination, he realized that his death was imminent. However, he still held onto a sliver of hope that he could start over if necessary.

Unexpectedly, a human was willing to help him.

It's important to understand that preserving even a trace of ordinary mycelium and preserving the original mycelium will yield completely different results.

Ordinary mycelium only gives him a chance to start over, and everything has to begin anew, but primordial mycelium allows him to retain the [Divine Power Core] imprint he painstakingly cultivated before, which is the imprint of the law meridians.

Given the right conditions, he can quickly regain his original level and combat power. This is also Wu Xian's core objective.

After all, the medicinal properties of the Great King Fungus come from the core laws of his divine power. Without the original mycelium, the Great King Fungus would have no value to him.

……

Tianfeng Province, Dongfeng City (the provincial capital), Divine Dog Club.

Ever since Chairman Wang Zhi was defeated by Wu Xian, he has been in a depressed state.

In addition, the influence of the true god version on the human landscape has led to a significant decline in the royal family recently.

The Divine Dog Club has fallen into a state of desolation, and even the [Ink Jade Bamboo Forest] cultivation chamber provided by the Wang family has been forcibly taken away by the Wang family.

The entire club was lifeless, looking like it was on the verge of bankruptcy.

The club's new and old members are privately discussing finding new clubs and their future paths.

But Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng were not in a hurry.

After all, they already had other jobs, and now they're basically acting as spies at the Super Dog Club.

The rapid decline of the Super Dog Club has made them grateful for their initial choice.

Haha, so you're saying this is targeting the Underworld Club?

After all that effort, what did they actually come up with?
Did they manage to eliminate themselves?

However, they just received a message from Chairman Wang Zhi, who seems to have something important to announce, and everyone in the club is waiting with curiosity.

However, when Wang Zhi appeared in front of them, they felt a chill run down their spines.

Wang Zhi, who once held sway over Tianfeng Province, was now crawling in, supporting himself on his arms. His legs were weak and limp, clearly broken. He had a dog leash around his neck, and his face was blank and lifeless, completely devoid of his former arrogance.

Looking along the dog leash, one could see that the person leading Wang Zhi was a middle-aged man in his forties with a strange and oppressive aura.

The man seemed to be surrounded by a strange energy, though it was unclear what he was protecting against.

"These are the dogs you've picked out over the years?"

The man coldly surveyed the crowd, as if in his eyes these people were not human beings at all, but a pack of dogs.

"Woof~!"

Wang Zhi's barking was slightly hoarse and pained, but his eyes still shone with absolute loyalty to his master.

"Useless trash!" the man said casually, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. An invisible pressure made everyone feel suffocated. "What are you all standing there for? Put on your dog leashes."

As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, throwing out a bunch of dog leashes with dark red collars.

The members of the Super Dog Club exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Under that terrifying pressure, their bodies were completely immobilized, and even breathing was extremely difficult.

Upon seeing this, the man frowned slightly, then stomped on Wang Zhi, pinning him to the ground as he struggled in pain. "Is this the thing you trained?"

Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng stood in the crowd, not daring to breathe.

It's obvious without even thinking that the man in front of me is one of the legendary upper class.

Just one look from him was enough to make them feel suffocated.

"I must do it myself!"

The man kicked Wang Zhi aside with a look of disgust, and with a wave of his hand, the pile of dog leashes on the ground flew into the air and were put on the crowd.

Several of them instinctively tried to resist, but were immediately pinned to the ground by a divine force, their limbs on the ground, watching helplessly as the dog collar was put around their necks.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two eerie lights flashed, and Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng's figures mysteriously disappeared from the spot.

"Huh?" The man's face darkened, inexplicably angered. "Two of them escaped?"

If that dead rat hadn't controlled the spatial magic veins of the lower realm, how could those two dogs have escaped right under his nose?

"True God?" The man gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Let you jump around for a while. How dare you lay a finger on the majesty of the heavens?"

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(End of this chapter)